Fic: Deep Undercover 1/2
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cinderella81 and sarkywoman
Title: Deep Undercover
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: mentions of BDSM, allusions to dub-con
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: Tony goes undercover for two months and comes back ... different. How will the team react? How will Gibbs react? And what happens when the perp Tony went undercover to catch escapes custody?
Tony flicked his tongue piercing against his teeth as he listened, or at least tried to listen, to Director Morrow’s debriefing. It had been a long two months playing the personal plaything of big time gangster Mario ‘the Snake’ Poblete. He was glad that the asshole was behind bars in prison, but … the job had left its marks on him, mentally and physically.
"You're sure you're ready to go back to field work, Agent DiNozzo?" the Director asked.
Something in his tone made Tony raise a pierced eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be, sir?" Damn it, he had to stop talking like that. Like every question was an invitation. It was just so hard to shake off the habits he'd forced himself to acquire.
Director Morrow coughed a bit and nodded. “I just thought you might want a week to … decompress,” he said.
Tony stood and stretched, his shirt riding up a bit, giving the Director a glimpse of … was that a belly button piercing?
“I’m up for it,” Tony said with a smile. “Been itching to get back into the field.”
"Well, I'm sure Gibbs will be glad to have you back," Director Morrow said. "He wasn't happy about loaning you to another team's investigation for such a long time, but you were the best choice for this situation."
Tony smiled his 'light up the room' smile, all bright white teeth. "Aww, you charmer."
Director Morrow coughed again and averted his gaze. Tony had been the best choice for the investigation, but he’d been a bit worried. Tony had a habit and a talent of really taken on a specific persona … almost too well. Director Morrow sighed to himself and hoped that the latest undercover op hadn’t pushed Tony too far.
“So, can I get downstairs?” Tony asked, slipping his black leather jacket on. “Wanna see the team … get right in.”
"Of course," Tom nodded, "But don't expect Gibbs to react well to the new jewellery. He's an old-fashioned guy, he doesn't understand why men would want to put metal through their tongue, ear, eyebrow, belly-button..." he trailed off.
"Or anywhere else that you haven't seen," Tony finished with a wink.
“Right,” Tom said. “Why don’t you … go on down and see the team.”
“Thanks!” Tony said. He reached over and shook Tom’s hand, the light glinting off the bright purple fingernail polish on the index and ring finger of his right hand. “Um … think Gibbs’ll be okay with a few tattoos? Oh never mind, Abby’s got a ton of them, of course he’s okay with them. Later!”
The second Tony was gone, Director Morrow sat down and rubbed his face. “Christ on a cracker,” Tom muttered.
"It is *today* Tony's back, right?" Kate asked, looking over at the empty desk opposite her own.
"For the last time Kate, the Director's discussing it with him now," Gibbs growled. "There's usually a decompression period, but knowing Tony he'll want to get right back to work."
Kate glanced over at Tony’s desk again and frowned. It had been … okay, it had been weird the past two months without Tony there. She had missed the back and forth banter with him.
“I would take the decompression period,” Kate said.
“Well, I’m definitely not you,” Tony said as he descended the stairs.
Kate, Gibbs and McGee all looked up at Tony and stared.
Tony paused by his desk, noticing their attention. "I'm back," he announced, doing jazz hands to emphasize his presence. Then he sat down behind his desk and flicked on his computer, stretching back in his chair and putting his feet up while he waited for the machine to boot up. Kate's gaze was drawn to his heavy, Abby-esque footwear. McGee was surprised to see Tony in all-black tight-fitting clothes. And Gibbs couldn't take his eyes off of the glint of metal around Tony's middle when he stretched.
“Um … it’s good to see you, Tony,” McGee said. “Didn’t you want to … take some time off?”
“And do what?” Tony asked. “Lounge around in my apartment and read trashy romance novels? As if, Probie. I’d rather be here.” He ran his fingers through his hair and McGee caught sight of the purple nail polish and frowned a bit.
“We haven’t had a hot case in weeks,” Gibbs muttered as he studied Tony’s appearance.
"Then let's warm up some cold ones," Tony said with a slight snigger as he gracefully pushed himself away from the desk, landing both feet on the floor and going to the filing cabinet.
"How was your mission, anyway?" Kate asked. "Anything interesting?" She hadn't realized he would be so *radically* undercover.
“Nothing I can talk about just yet,” Tony said as he grabbed a couple of files from his cabinet. He bent over a bit and his pants pulled taunt across his ass, making Kate gulp a bit. “The case is still a bit hot, you know? Once the asshole’s in jail for good, then maybe I can give you all the juicy details.”
"Like why you came back looking like something out of one of Abby's magazines?" Gibbs asked archly.
"I'm assuming you don't mean the computer nerd ones..." Tony said with a frown.
"I think he means the ones in the middle drawer of her desk," McGee said helpfully.
Tony shrugged and dropped a few files on his desk. “It’s how he liked me,” was all he said. “Speaking of the Abster, I’m gonna head down there and say hello.”
“Want some … company?” McGee asked, but Tony was already at the elevator.
“What happened to him?” Kate asked softly.
Gibbs didn't speak, too preoccupied with heading up to see Tom. He had to find out what Tony's mission had been. He did *not* like the sound of "It's how he liked me." The words were echoing around his head with ideas of Tony allowing some bastard to pierce him and dress him and touch him.
Tony entered the forensic lab, bouncing to the music as he walked. Abby was *one* of the people he’d missed the most while undercover. He’d missed her nicknames and hugs and just hearing the voice of one of his best friends.
“Abs?” Tony called as he turned in a slow circle.
"Oh..." Abby was staring at him open-mouthed. "Oh my... Oh my *god*, Tony!"
Her reaction hurt and he couldn't help lapsing into kicked puppy and pouting at her. "What? You're not happy to see me?"
"Of course I am, silly!" she ran up and squeezed him tightly.
Tony smiled and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “Missed you, Abs,” he whispered.
“My Tonybear!” Abby said. She stepped back and *really* looked at her friend. He looked different, that was for certain. Skintight black clothes, purple fingernail polish, piercings … was that a tattoo she saw peeking out from under the collar of his jacket? “You’ve been gone a long time,” she said.
"Less than two months," he said, waving it off dismissively.
"Still," she prodded his side, "You're looking pretty buff from it. You haven't been slacking!"
"Been dancing," he said, deliberately holding back details to tease her.
“Dancing? Where?” Abby asked, smacking Tony’s arm.
“You had him *where*?” Gibbs asked, staring at Director Morrow.
“He was dancing … in one of Mario ‘the Snake’ Poblete’s all male dance clubs,” Director Morrow said. “It was one place we knew Poblete wouldn’t suspect an undercover agent.”
Gibbs growled. "The Snake's notorious for being..." he didn't have the right vocabulary for this conversation, damn it... "Hands-on... with his 'boys'. How close were you monitoring DiNozzo?" It sounded like an accusation, as he'd intended.
"As close as we could, considering the difficulties in secreting recording equipment on him. He called us once in every twelve-hour period."
“Once every twelve hours,” Gibbs said with a frown. “And the … the piercings? And the tattoos?”
“He agreed to it,” Director Morrow said. “I’ve spoken with him at length. He’s a bit worried about your reaction, and that of the rest of the team, but he wants to keep them … “
"Anthony freakin' DiNozzo comes back from an undercover mission covered in tats and piercings, lounging about the place like an underwear model and you think he's ready for the field again?" Gibbs shook his head despairingly. "This mission clearly hit him hard. He should be at home."
"They aren't temporary tattoos, Jethro. And I think he's especially fond of the tongue piercing. I thought being at work would be more beneficial to him, more grounding."
Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face.
“If you think he needs to be home,” Director Morrow said slowly.
“No,” Gibbs said. “If you think he needs to be here, then he’ll stay.”
"You know that after an undercover mission, agents often need the familiar to reestablish their former identities," Tom reminded unnecessarily. "Well I think this place, and you and your team, are more familiar to him than his empty apartment. Just treat him like usual and I'm sure he'll be back to his normal self in no time."
"What if something happened, Tom?" Gibbs felt he had to ask. "Tony's behaviour... It could be a bad sign. He might not have told you everything that went down."
“Then keep an eye on him, Gibbs,” Tom said. “Watch him.”
“I always do,” Gibbs said softly.
“I know you do,” Tom said.
“So … show me the tats, Tony!” Abby said with a smile.
Tony beamed at her. "Well... I'll start with the big one." He turned away and drew his tight black sweater off over his head. Behind him, Abby whistled appreciatively. On his back was an exquisite picture of a dragon, its wings spreading out to his shoulders, its tail trailing down his spine, and its neck arched with a jet of flame going up to the start of his neck.
“Tony,” Abby gasped. “That’s gorgeous … “
“Didn’t feel gorgeous for a couple days,” Tony said over his shoulder.
“Well, it is,” Abby said. “Now, more!”
Tony laughed and turned around, the light glinting off the tiny bar in his right nipple as he showed off the simple tribal tattoo on the inside of his left wrist.
Abby couldn't look at the pretty little symbol on the inside of Tony's wrist, not distracted as she was. "Tony, did you get your nipple pierced?"
Tony blinked at her, as if confused. "What? Oh! That. Well... when I was dancing shirtless I kinda lacked distinguishing features on my chest. The other boys were pierced or tattooed... Mario said it'd look good."
“Lacked distinguishing features on your chest? Tony, did someone talk you into these?” Abby asked carefully.
“Kind of?” Tony said. “Everyone thought I would look really good with a little … enhancing. And to tell you the truth? I like it.”
"And this one?" He was getting more enthusiastic now, eager to show off his inky acquisitions to Abby. He waved his wrist again. "This little tribal ... Pattern ... thing? It means 'beautiful'." He grinned at it, then at Abby. "Isn't that the coolest thing?"
"I doubt even you were vain enough to ask for that," Abby said, something about this making her feel uneasy.
“Of course I didn’t ask,” Tony said. “Mario said that I was beautiful and I deserved to be marked and shown off.”
“Marked … shown off … “ Abby frowned a bit.
"Yeah," Tony smiled. "It was *awesome*, Abs. I can't really give out details, obviously, but it was my favorite undercover mission so far. I was... *pampered*. I've never been pampered before. And sure, the guy was an asshole and that's why he's going behind bars, but he was really nice to me. I mean, I'm glad he won't be doing what he was doing anymore, but I will miss..." he seemed to realize he was divulging more than he'd meant to, and stopped himself, clearing his throat. "Anyway, I should be getting back to work."
“Right,” Abby said softly. “Back to work … “ She watched as Tony slipped his sweater back on and headed for the elevator. “Gibbs … need to talk to Gibbs.”
McGee was feeling awkward. That in itself was not new. Even feeling awkward because of Tony was not new. But feeling awkward because Tony was murmuring things about the case *right in his ear* was definitely not something he was used to. The man was practically draped over his back while McGee typed.
“Tony?” McGee said.
“Yeah, Probie?” Tony murmured.
“Could you … um … ?” McGee was trying to find a polite way of asking Tony to step back. Not that he wasn’t glad to have Tony back with the team, but … Tony’s recent behavior was a bit … distracting.
"What?" Tony asked, with a little smile. Almost a smirk. As if he knew exactly what McGee was trying to say. Then he leant in, right in, close enough to *kiss* and said, "Am I in your space? Is that it?" It could have been typical, mocking, aggressive DiNozzo behavior, but it wasn't. The tone of voice was all off. It was a whole different kind of teasing.
“Um … yeah,” McGee said softly. “A bit.”
“Do you want me to … move?” Tony asked in a teasing tone.
Gibbs stood near his desk and watched carefully. There was definitely something different about Tony, more than just his physical appearance. He couldn’t deny that the tighter clothes, the piercings, and the artfully tousled hair were sexy, but … Gibbs knew that something had changed with Tony … under the skin.
Tony watched McGee lick his lips nervously, the way his typing kept faltering. Nice to know he could make an impact. He wasn't sure if what had happened out there was just something that would have happened to anyone, or if it was something in him. If he had something special. If he really was precious, as The Snake had said. And from Probie's trembling, Tony had further evidence that it was him, not the venue. He could make people want him. Not in the old way of smooth chat up lines and expensive sunglasses. In a new, exciting way that had nothing to do with slick and everything to do with beauty.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called.
Tony turned and gave Gibbs a smile. “Yeah, Boss?” he asked, shifting away from McGee to lean on the file cabinet. “You need something?”
And oh, wasn’t that a loaded question? Gibbs downed his coffee and gave his senior agent an appraising look. “Yeah,” he said, tossing his empty coffee cup into the trash can. “More coffee. With me.”
Tony obeyed, sauntering after Gibbs like he was the man's favored pet. When they were in the elevator, and Gibbs reached out and flicked off the power, Tony just looked serenely at him. He was leaning against the shiny wall like he was posing for some sort of photo shoot. Then, he licked his lips and asked, "Something I can do for you, Boss?"
“What happened to you, Tony?” Gibbs asked point blank.
“I went undercover, Boss,” Tony said with a smile.
“Something happened to you,” Gibbs said.
“How about … I felt … wanted, beautiful,” Tony whispered.
"What, because some sleazy gangster bent you over a comfy chair and marked you with ink before he banged you?"
Tony's eyes widened and Gibbs wondered if he'd been mistaken after all. "I... he didn't... not like that. I didn't let any of them... They just looked. They liked looking at me." He chewed his lip lightly before continuing, "Okay, so Mario touched a bit, but never... I never got *fucked* by any gangsters."
“You didn’t … “ Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face. “Thank fuck,” he whispered.
“Were you … worried, Boss?” Tony asked, almost shyly.
“Of *course* I was worried,” Gibbs said, staring at Tony.
Tony wasn't sure what to make of that. Gibbs didn't worry very often and when he did, he didn't admit it. He also had this irritating tendency of acting like Tony meant nothing to him, so to hear that he'd been concerned warmed DiNozzo's heart. He wasn't sure whether he should mention just how much Mario touched though...
“Two months … Tony,” Gibbs said. “You were gone two months and no one told me a damn thing.”
“Undercover, Boss,” Tony murmured. “Deep undercover … couldn’t tell you.”
“Still pissed at Morrow for taking my agent,” Gibbs murmured, stepping closer to Tony.
"Your agent," Tony repeated in a whisper. Then he shook himself. "Boss, I don't know why this mission affected me as much as it did. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay there and dance and get decorated and kneel by Mario's feet and..." he ran a hand back through his hair, shakily. "And that is so fucked up!"
“Being submissive isn’t a bad thing, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “You just need to find the right Master.”
“Is that what I am? Submissive?” Tony asked softly.
Gibbs groaned a bit and rubbed his face - the elevator at NCIS headquarters was not the place to have this conversation.
Gibbs stepped closer and ran a hand through Tony's hair, relishing the way his agent arched slightly into the touch, like a cat. "We can talk about this later. Let's just get through the working day and then me and you will sit down at my place and have a long talk about this."
Tony nodded. "Sounds good."
Gibbs smiled and resisted the urge to kiss his senior agent. He set the elevator in motion and the two of them went to get some coffee, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
Another hour went by uneventfully, then Tony was summoned to Director Morrow's office for the second time that day. It made Gibbs tense, but he wasn't about to start a fuss over nothing. He could wait and see whether he had a right to get angry again. If it was another undercover op, he'd definitely intervene.
Tony sighed as he sat in the Director’s office, listening as Director Morrow asked him again if he was sure he was ready to be back at work.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take some time? Get the … um … tattoos removed? Get rid of the … the rings?” Director Morrow asked.
“I’m fine,” Tony said. “I wish everyone would quit asking me if I want time off. If I wanted time off, I’d take it.”
"Well..." Morrow looked slightly uneasy. "You might want to reconsider. Mario Poblete is loose."
Tony's heart dropped to his stomach. "What?" he asked quietly.
"How he got away is still being investigated. The important thing is that he knows you were instrumental in bringing him in, and he spoke of you while he was in custody."
Tony couldn’t fight the waves of panic. There was no way The Snake would let Tony go without a fight. “Shit,” Tony whispered.
“We’re going to put you in protective custody,” Morrow said. “Gibbs will be with you at all times and there will be four NCIS team members around the house at all times. We’ll do everything we can to keep you safe, Agent DiNozzo.”
"I don't *want* protective custody," Tony protested. "I want to help catch the bastard again. I'm not sitting around waiting. That's never been my thing. Patience? Not my strong point. I mean, come on, I'll be safe here! The building's full of agents. Seriously, let me work. I mean, Gibbs is here too, it'll be fine. The Snake would be committing suicide if he tried anything here."
“I’m not saying you can’t help catch him,” Director Morrow said. “But you are going to be giving testimony at his trial. I can’t risk you out there.”
Tony sighed and rubbed his face, careful of the ring in his eyebrow. He hated being stuck on desk duty, and Morrow knew it. But, Tony also knew that he was going to be the star witness that put The Snake in prison. “Fine,” he muttered. “I get it. But I’m not happy.”
"But you *are* alive," the Director replied. "Let's keep it that way. Now, if you could send Gibbs up to me so he can be informed with the others about the plans for this afternoon?"
Tony sighed. "Sure, but I'm going to tell him first."
"If you like."
“I do like,” Tony said. He stood and gave Director Morrow a curt nod before heading back down to the bullpen.
Gibbs was waiting a bit impatiently for Tony to come back down as he watched his computer screen. If Morrow was sending his agent back into undercover work … “What did Morrow want?” he asked as he saw Tony saunter down the stairs.
Tony blew out a forceful sigh through his lips. He'd decided to go with the nonchalant delivery. "The Snake's out and he either wants to rape me or kill me or both in an unknowable order, so Morrow wants to discuss protection detail with you."
Gibbs' gaze grew cold then he was pushing past Tony, taking the stairs two at a time to the Director's office.
Tony sighed and sat at his desk, flicking his tongue piercing against his teeth.
“The Snake escaped?” McGee asked.
“That’s what I said,” Tony said. “Guess who gets to help with my protection detail?”
McGee glanced up to see Gibbs storming into the office and slamming the door behind him. "Lucky you," he said to Tony sarcastically.
"Are you worried?" Kate asked, the obvious concern in her eyes warming Tony's heart.
"Nah," he grinned. "I'll be in good hands." He winked, then headslapped himself and apologized to the bemused woman.
Gibbs came back down a few moments later. “I’m sure DiNozzo’s already told you what’s going on,” he said. “Until we catch The Snake, one of us will always be with DiNozzo. He’ll stay at my place at night, and someone will be outside at all times.”
“All this attention for little ol’ me?” Tony said with a small smile.
"Well Mario seems to think you deserve it," Gibbs said, spitting the man's name like it was bile.
Tony sighed and went back to his desk. His mind was running in circles, reminding him of every word the Snake had said to him. Words of appreciation and praise and promise... all so sinister now.
The rest of the workday was filled with tension. Tony couldn’t think straight, couldn’t finish a thought, much less try to put the final touches on his report about his time undercover. His mind was filled with thoughts of the Snake … memories of the times spent on his knees at the man’s side.
He couldn't hand in what he'd written. The factual questions, the times and names and dates, those were all fine. But the descriptions of occurrences... there was just no way to write it that made him feel okay about filing this. He felt like anyone reading his words would think he was some sort of dirty, kinky, messed-up joke of a federal agent.
“Tony,” Gibbs said. “Get me a copy of your report before you take it to the Director. I want to know what sort of bastard we’re dealing with.”
“On it, Boss,” Tony said, staring at his computer screen.
“McGee, get me everything you can on the Snake,” Gibbs said. “As far back as grammar school.”
“On it,” McGee replied.
Gibbs got back behind his computer, sneaking glances at his senior field agent. Maybe it was just stress over being a potential target for a gang-lord, but Tony was staring at his screen with such a lost expression that Gibbs wanted to go over there and read over his shoulder to see if the report was giving him trouble.
Tony sighed and emailed Gibbs a copy of the report. There was no way he could soften up what had happened to him. And he wasn’t in the practice of falsifying reports, so …
“It’s in your email, Boss,” Tony said as he stood and quickly headed for the bathroom.
Gibbs found the new e-mail and opened it up, skimming the factual details to get to the heart of the matter. And oh boy, did he find it. It wasn't blatant as a sledgehammer, Tony had clearly made an effort to be objective. But phrases like 'dominating presence' and 'constant exposure to temptation' spoke volumes to Gibbs, who knew what it meant if DiNozzo was writing this.
Tony was hidden in the bathroom, staring at his reflection after splashing water on his face. He knew that the moment Gibbs read that report, he’d be gone …
“I screwed up,” he whispered to himself.
The bathroom door opened. "Tony?" Gibbs walked in. "I want to talk to you about your report."
Tony laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Yeah, I figured. I don't mind if you want to assign someone else to protection duty, or if you even don't think I should have protection anymore."
“Why would I want to assign someone else to your protection duty?” Gibbs asked, leaning against the sink and looking at Tony. “I just … damn, what the hell happened to you there?”
Tony sighed and rubbed his face. “Fuck if I know, Boss,” he whispered.
Gibbs stepped closer, took hold of Tony's hand and traced the pattern on the inside of his wrist. "All this... it isn't you."
"But that's just it," Tony said helplessly. "I was someone else for a while and I *loved* it. No undercover assignment's ever affected me so much."
Gibbs’ hand slid up Tony’s arm, tracing the bit of tattoo that peeked out from under Tony’s sweater. “And … you like these? These tattoos and … other decorations?” he murmured.
Tony sighed and leaned into Gibbs’ touch. “I … do,” he admitted. “They make me feel … special … beautiful.”
“Don’t you know, Tony?” Gibbs asked.
“Know what?” Tony breathed.
“You were beautiful before all this,” Gibbs said softly.
"It didn't matter then," Tony replied. "It didn't *mean* anything." Then his eyes lit up with energy as he remembered something. "You should have seen me dance, boss. I haven't done it since college but it came back to me so easily. The looks on their faces... I had those powerful men eating out of the palm of my hand, boss."
Gibbs sighed and traced a hand up to Tony’s face, touching the eyebrow ring gently. “You have people eating out of your hand with just a smile, Tony,” Gibbs said. “You didn’t need all this … “
“But I *did*,” Tony whispered. “I did need it, Boss.”
Gibbs sighed, realizing that it was going to take a long time to convince Tony that his identity prior to this mission was worth something. That was a painful thing to think, that Tony could have such low self-esteem that he would prefer to adopt a whole new identity, discarding the Tony DiNozzo they all knew and loved.
“You were always beautiful to me, Tony,” Gibbs said. “Come on … go turn your report in and then I’m taking you home.”
“Don’t want to go back to my apartment, Boss,” Tony said.
“Didn’t say I was taking you to your home,” Gibbs murmured, cupping Tony’s cheek gently.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Tony asked. Whenever Gibbs stopped being grumpy Tony was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And now, when he had only managed to do the job by dropping all his standards, *now* was the time when his boss decided to show affection? It made no sense to Tony at all.
Gibbs sighed. “Because I missed you,” he said. “And because … damn it, I want to kill whoever made you believe that you aren’t worthy of love … that you have to be decorated and dolled up. You are gorgeous just the way you are, Anthony DiNozzo.”
Tony squirmed uneasily. "I kinda like being pampered though, boss."
Gibbs chuckled at that. "You say it as though it's a secret, DiNozzo. Think people all over the world know you're a hedonist. But there has to be a limit on hedonism." The words made him think. "You didn't take any drugs, right? I know how these ops can get. Sometimes there's no alternative."
“No, no drugs,” Tony said. “The Snake liked all his boys clean … alert.”
“Right,” Gibbs said. “And a little pampering is okay. I understand that.”
Tony gave him a look. “You? Understand pampering?” he said.
"I'm not so much of a glutton for it as you are," Gibbs said with a fond smile, "But I can appreciate nice sensations as much as the next man. I tend to enjoy pampering someone else more than receiving it myself, though."
Tony licked his lips then looked away. "Oh." He took a shaky breath. "I, uh, guess you'd better check up with the Director."
“Send the Director your report and then go to my place,” Gibbs said. “McGee and Kate will follow and keep an eye out for you until I get there. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take a shower, change into some of my sweats if you want. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay,” Tony said, still a bit thrown by Gibbs’ caring and gentle tone.
Gibbs watched him go. His senior field agent. Tony had been introduced to the darker side of pleasure in completely the wrong way. If Gibbs was coddling him now, it was only to relax Tony and try to help him see that he could get the affectionate attention he wanted without turning himself into some decorated whore.
Tony went back to the bullpen, emailed his report to the Director and grabbed his gear. “Kate, Probie,” Tony said. “Gibbs wants you two to follow me back to Gibbs’ place and keep an eye on me until he gets there.” His tone was flat and didn’t carry any of its usual mischief.
“Okay,” Kate said, grabbing her gun and her gear, watching as McGee did the same.
Tony didn’t even make sure they were following as he climbed into his car and headed for Gibbs’ place.
Part Two is here
cinderella81 and sarkywomanTitle: Deep Undercover
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: None
Warnings: mentions of BDSM, allusions to dub-con
Disclaimer: We don't own NCIS or anything related to the show ... damn it! *wink*
Summary: Tony goes undercover for two months and comes back ... different. How will the team react? How will Gibbs react? And what happens when the perp Tony went undercover to catch escapes custody?
Tony flicked his tongue piercing against his teeth as he listened, or at least tried to listen, to Director Morrow’s debriefing. It had been a long two months playing the personal plaything of big time gangster Mario ‘the Snake’ Poblete. He was glad that the asshole was behind bars in prison, but … the job had left its marks on him, mentally and physically.
"You're sure you're ready to go back to field work, Agent DiNozzo?" the Director asked.
Something in his tone made Tony raise a pierced eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be, sir?" Damn it, he had to stop talking like that. Like every question was an invitation. It was just so hard to shake off the habits he'd forced himself to acquire.
Director Morrow coughed a bit and nodded. “I just thought you might want a week to … decompress,” he said.
Tony stood and stretched, his shirt riding up a bit, giving the Director a glimpse of … was that a belly button piercing?
“I’m up for it,” Tony said with a smile. “Been itching to get back into the field.”
"Well, I'm sure Gibbs will be glad to have you back," Director Morrow said. "He wasn't happy about loaning you to another team's investigation for such a long time, but you were the best choice for this situation."
Tony smiled his 'light up the room' smile, all bright white teeth. "Aww, you charmer."
Director Morrow coughed again and averted his gaze. Tony had been the best choice for the investigation, but he’d been a bit worried. Tony had a habit and a talent of really taken on a specific persona … almost too well. Director Morrow sighed to himself and hoped that the latest undercover op hadn’t pushed Tony too far.
“So, can I get downstairs?” Tony asked, slipping his black leather jacket on. “Wanna see the team … get right in.”
"Of course," Tom nodded, "But don't expect Gibbs to react well to the new jewellery. He's an old-fashioned guy, he doesn't understand why men would want to put metal through their tongue, ear, eyebrow, belly-button..." he trailed off.
"Or anywhere else that you haven't seen," Tony finished with a wink.
“Right,” Tom said. “Why don’t you … go on down and see the team.”
“Thanks!” Tony said. He reached over and shook Tom’s hand, the light glinting off the bright purple fingernail polish on the index and ring finger of his right hand. “Um … think Gibbs’ll be okay with a few tattoos? Oh never mind, Abby’s got a ton of them, of course he’s okay with them. Later!”
The second Tony was gone, Director Morrow sat down and rubbed his face. “Christ on a cracker,” Tom muttered.
"It is *today* Tony's back, right?" Kate asked, looking over at the empty desk opposite her own.
"For the last time Kate, the Director's discussing it with him now," Gibbs growled. "There's usually a decompression period, but knowing Tony he'll want to get right back to work."
Kate glanced over at Tony’s desk again and frowned. It had been … okay, it had been weird the past two months without Tony there. She had missed the back and forth banter with him.
“I would take the decompression period,” Kate said.
“Well, I’m definitely not you,” Tony said as he descended the stairs.
Kate, Gibbs and McGee all looked up at Tony and stared.
Tony paused by his desk, noticing their attention. "I'm back," he announced, doing jazz hands to emphasize his presence. Then he sat down behind his desk and flicked on his computer, stretching back in his chair and putting his feet up while he waited for the machine to boot up. Kate's gaze was drawn to his heavy, Abby-esque footwear. McGee was surprised to see Tony in all-black tight-fitting clothes. And Gibbs couldn't take his eyes off of the glint of metal around Tony's middle when he stretched.
“Um … it’s good to see you, Tony,” McGee said. “Didn’t you want to … take some time off?”
“And do what?” Tony asked. “Lounge around in my apartment and read trashy romance novels? As if, Probie. I’d rather be here.” He ran his fingers through his hair and McGee caught sight of the purple nail polish and frowned a bit.
“We haven’t had a hot case in weeks,” Gibbs muttered as he studied Tony’s appearance.
"Then let's warm up some cold ones," Tony said with a slight snigger as he gracefully pushed himself away from the desk, landing both feet on the floor and going to the filing cabinet.
"How was your mission, anyway?" Kate asked. "Anything interesting?" She hadn't realized he would be so *radically* undercover.
“Nothing I can talk about just yet,” Tony said as he grabbed a couple of files from his cabinet. He bent over a bit and his pants pulled taunt across his ass, making Kate gulp a bit. “The case is still a bit hot, you know? Once the asshole’s in jail for good, then maybe I can give you all the juicy details.”
"Like why you came back looking like something out of one of Abby's magazines?" Gibbs asked archly.
"I'm assuming you don't mean the computer nerd ones..." Tony said with a frown.
"I think he means the ones in the middle drawer of her desk," McGee said helpfully.
Tony shrugged and dropped a few files on his desk. “It’s how he liked me,” was all he said. “Speaking of the Abster, I’m gonna head down there and say hello.”
“Want some … company?” McGee asked, but Tony was already at the elevator.
“What happened to him?” Kate asked softly.
Gibbs didn't speak, too preoccupied with heading up to see Tom. He had to find out what Tony's mission had been. He did *not* like the sound of "It's how he liked me." The words were echoing around his head with ideas of Tony allowing some bastard to pierce him and dress him and touch him.
Tony entered the forensic lab, bouncing to the music as he walked. Abby was *one* of the people he’d missed the most while undercover. He’d missed her nicknames and hugs and just hearing the voice of one of his best friends.
“Abs?” Tony called as he turned in a slow circle.
"Oh..." Abby was staring at him open-mouthed. "Oh my... Oh my *god*, Tony!"
Her reaction hurt and he couldn't help lapsing into kicked puppy and pouting at her. "What? You're not happy to see me?"
"Of course I am, silly!" she ran up and squeezed him tightly.
Tony smiled and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “Missed you, Abs,” he whispered.
“My Tonybear!” Abby said. She stepped back and *really* looked at her friend. He looked different, that was for certain. Skintight black clothes, purple fingernail polish, piercings … was that a tattoo she saw peeking out from under the collar of his jacket? “You’ve been gone a long time,” she said.
"Less than two months," he said, waving it off dismissively.
"Still," she prodded his side, "You're looking pretty buff from it. You haven't been slacking!"
"Been dancing," he said, deliberately holding back details to tease her.
“Dancing? Where?” Abby asked, smacking Tony’s arm.
“You had him *where*?” Gibbs asked, staring at Director Morrow.
“He was dancing … in one of Mario ‘the Snake’ Poblete’s all male dance clubs,” Director Morrow said. “It was one place we knew Poblete wouldn’t suspect an undercover agent.”
Gibbs growled. "The Snake's notorious for being..." he didn't have the right vocabulary for this conversation, damn it... "Hands-on... with his 'boys'. How close were you monitoring DiNozzo?" It sounded like an accusation, as he'd intended.
"As close as we could, considering the difficulties in secreting recording equipment on him. He called us once in every twelve-hour period."
“Once every twelve hours,” Gibbs said with a frown. “And the … the piercings? And the tattoos?”
“He agreed to it,” Director Morrow said. “I’ve spoken with him at length. He’s a bit worried about your reaction, and that of the rest of the team, but he wants to keep them … “
"Anthony freakin' DiNozzo comes back from an undercover mission covered in tats and piercings, lounging about the place like an underwear model and you think he's ready for the field again?" Gibbs shook his head despairingly. "This mission clearly hit him hard. He should be at home."
"They aren't temporary tattoos, Jethro. And I think he's especially fond of the tongue piercing. I thought being at work would be more beneficial to him, more grounding."
Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face.
“If you think he needs to be home,” Director Morrow said slowly.
“No,” Gibbs said. “If you think he needs to be here, then he’ll stay.”
"You know that after an undercover mission, agents often need the familiar to reestablish their former identities," Tom reminded unnecessarily. "Well I think this place, and you and your team, are more familiar to him than his empty apartment. Just treat him like usual and I'm sure he'll be back to his normal self in no time."
"What if something happened, Tom?" Gibbs felt he had to ask. "Tony's behaviour... It could be a bad sign. He might not have told you everything that went down."
“Then keep an eye on him, Gibbs,” Tom said. “Watch him.”
“I always do,” Gibbs said softly.
“I know you do,” Tom said.
“So … show me the tats, Tony!” Abby said with a smile.
Tony beamed at her. "Well... I'll start with the big one." He turned away and drew his tight black sweater off over his head. Behind him, Abby whistled appreciatively. On his back was an exquisite picture of a dragon, its wings spreading out to his shoulders, its tail trailing down his spine, and its neck arched with a jet of flame going up to the start of his neck.
“Tony,” Abby gasped. “That’s gorgeous … “
“Didn’t feel gorgeous for a couple days,” Tony said over his shoulder.
“Well, it is,” Abby said. “Now, more!”
Tony laughed and turned around, the light glinting off the tiny bar in his right nipple as he showed off the simple tribal tattoo on the inside of his left wrist.
Abby couldn't look at the pretty little symbol on the inside of Tony's wrist, not distracted as she was. "Tony, did you get your nipple pierced?"
Tony blinked at her, as if confused. "What? Oh! That. Well... when I was dancing shirtless I kinda lacked distinguishing features on my chest. The other boys were pierced or tattooed... Mario said it'd look good."
“Lacked distinguishing features on your chest? Tony, did someone talk you into these?” Abby asked carefully.
“Kind of?” Tony said. “Everyone thought I would look really good with a little … enhancing. And to tell you the truth? I like it.”
"And this one?" He was getting more enthusiastic now, eager to show off his inky acquisitions to Abby. He waved his wrist again. "This little tribal ... Pattern ... thing? It means 'beautiful'." He grinned at it, then at Abby. "Isn't that the coolest thing?"
"I doubt even you were vain enough to ask for that," Abby said, something about this making her feel uneasy.
“Of course I didn’t ask,” Tony said. “Mario said that I was beautiful and I deserved to be marked and shown off.”
“Marked … shown off … “ Abby frowned a bit.
"Yeah," Tony smiled. "It was *awesome*, Abs. I can't really give out details, obviously, but it was my favorite undercover mission so far. I was... *pampered*. I've never been pampered before. And sure, the guy was an asshole and that's why he's going behind bars, but he was really nice to me. I mean, I'm glad he won't be doing what he was doing anymore, but I will miss..." he seemed to realize he was divulging more than he'd meant to, and stopped himself, clearing his throat. "Anyway, I should be getting back to work."
“Right,” Abby said softly. “Back to work … “ She watched as Tony slipped his sweater back on and headed for the elevator. “Gibbs … need to talk to Gibbs.”
McGee was feeling awkward. That in itself was not new. Even feeling awkward because of Tony was not new. But feeling awkward because Tony was murmuring things about the case *right in his ear* was definitely not something he was used to. The man was practically draped over his back while McGee typed.
“Tony?” McGee said.
“Yeah, Probie?” Tony murmured.
“Could you … um … ?” McGee was trying to find a polite way of asking Tony to step back. Not that he wasn’t glad to have Tony back with the team, but … Tony’s recent behavior was a bit … distracting.
"What?" Tony asked, with a little smile. Almost a smirk. As if he knew exactly what McGee was trying to say. Then he leant in, right in, close enough to *kiss* and said, "Am I in your space? Is that it?" It could have been typical, mocking, aggressive DiNozzo behavior, but it wasn't. The tone of voice was all off. It was a whole different kind of teasing.
“Um … yeah,” McGee said softly. “A bit.”
“Do you want me to … move?” Tony asked in a teasing tone.
Gibbs stood near his desk and watched carefully. There was definitely something different about Tony, more than just his physical appearance. He couldn’t deny that the tighter clothes, the piercings, and the artfully tousled hair were sexy, but … Gibbs knew that something had changed with Tony … under the skin.
Tony watched McGee lick his lips nervously, the way his typing kept faltering. Nice to know he could make an impact. He wasn't sure if what had happened out there was just something that would have happened to anyone, or if it was something in him. If he had something special. If he really was precious, as The Snake had said. And from Probie's trembling, Tony had further evidence that it was him, not the venue. He could make people want him. Not in the old way of smooth chat up lines and expensive sunglasses. In a new, exciting way that had nothing to do with slick and everything to do with beauty.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called.
Tony turned and gave Gibbs a smile. “Yeah, Boss?” he asked, shifting away from McGee to lean on the file cabinet. “You need something?”
And oh, wasn’t that a loaded question? Gibbs downed his coffee and gave his senior agent an appraising look. “Yeah,” he said, tossing his empty coffee cup into the trash can. “More coffee. With me.”
Tony obeyed, sauntering after Gibbs like he was the man's favored pet. When they were in the elevator, and Gibbs reached out and flicked off the power, Tony just looked serenely at him. He was leaning against the shiny wall like he was posing for some sort of photo shoot. Then, he licked his lips and asked, "Something I can do for you, Boss?"
“What happened to you, Tony?” Gibbs asked point blank.
“I went undercover, Boss,” Tony said with a smile.
“Something happened to you,” Gibbs said.
“How about … I felt … wanted, beautiful,” Tony whispered.
"What, because some sleazy gangster bent you over a comfy chair and marked you with ink before he banged you?"
Tony's eyes widened and Gibbs wondered if he'd been mistaken after all. "I... he didn't... not like that. I didn't let any of them... They just looked. They liked looking at me." He chewed his lip lightly before continuing, "Okay, so Mario touched a bit, but never... I never got *fucked* by any gangsters."
“You didn’t … “ Gibbs sighed and rubbed his face. “Thank fuck,” he whispered.
“Were you … worried, Boss?” Tony asked, almost shyly.
“Of *course* I was worried,” Gibbs said, staring at Tony.
Tony wasn't sure what to make of that. Gibbs didn't worry very often and when he did, he didn't admit it. He also had this irritating tendency of acting like Tony meant nothing to him, so to hear that he'd been concerned warmed DiNozzo's heart. He wasn't sure whether he should mention just how much Mario touched though...
“Two months … Tony,” Gibbs said. “You were gone two months and no one told me a damn thing.”
“Undercover, Boss,” Tony murmured. “Deep undercover … couldn’t tell you.”
“Still pissed at Morrow for taking my agent,” Gibbs murmured, stepping closer to Tony.
"Your agent," Tony repeated in a whisper. Then he shook himself. "Boss, I don't know why this mission affected me as much as it did. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay there and dance and get decorated and kneel by Mario's feet and..." he ran a hand back through his hair, shakily. "And that is so fucked up!"
“Being submissive isn’t a bad thing, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “You just need to find the right Master.”
“Is that what I am? Submissive?” Tony asked softly.
Gibbs groaned a bit and rubbed his face - the elevator at NCIS headquarters was not the place to have this conversation.
Gibbs stepped closer and ran a hand through Tony's hair, relishing the way his agent arched slightly into the touch, like a cat. "We can talk about this later. Let's just get through the working day and then me and you will sit down at my place and have a long talk about this."
Tony nodded. "Sounds good."
Gibbs smiled and resisted the urge to kiss his senior agent. He set the elevator in motion and the two of them went to get some coffee, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
Another hour went by uneventfully, then Tony was summoned to Director Morrow's office for the second time that day. It made Gibbs tense, but he wasn't about to start a fuss over nothing. He could wait and see whether he had a right to get angry again. If it was another undercover op, he'd definitely intervene.
Tony sighed as he sat in the Director’s office, listening as Director Morrow asked him again if he was sure he was ready to be back at work.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take some time? Get the … um … tattoos removed? Get rid of the … the rings?” Director Morrow asked.
“I’m fine,” Tony said. “I wish everyone would quit asking me if I want time off. If I wanted time off, I’d take it.”
"Well..." Morrow looked slightly uneasy. "You might want to reconsider. Mario Poblete is loose."
Tony's heart dropped to his stomach. "What?" he asked quietly.
"How he got away is still being investigated. The important thing is that he knows you were instrumental in bringing him in, and he spoke of you while he was in custody."
Tony couldn’t fight the waves of panic. There was no way The Snake would let Tony go without a fight. “Shit,” Tony whispered.
“We’re going to put you in protective custody,” Morrow said. “Gibbs will be with you at all times and there will be four NCIS team members around the house at all times. We’ll do everything we can to keep you safe, Agent DiNozzo.”
"I don't *want* protective custody," Tony protested. "I want to help catch the bastard again. I'm not sitting around waiting. That's never been my thing. Patience? Not my strong point. I mean, come on, I'll be safe here! The building's full of agents. Seriously, let me work. I mean, Gibbs is here too, it'll be fine. The Snake would be committing suicide if he tried anything here."
“I’m not saying you can’t help catch him,” Director Morrow said. “But you are going to be giving testimony at his trial. I can’t risk you out there.”
Tony sighed and rubbed his face, careful of the ring in his eyebrow. He hated being stuck on desk duty, and Morrow knew it. But, Tony also knew that he was going to be the star witness that put The Snake in prison. “Fine,” he muttered. “I get it. But I’m not happy.”
"But you *are* alive," the Director replied. "Let's keep it that way. Now, if you could send Gibbs up to me so he can be informed with the others about the plans for this afternoon?"
Tony sighed. "Sure, but I'm going to tell him first."
"If you like."
“I do like,” Tony said. He stood and gave Director Morrow a curt nod before heading back down to the bullpen.
Gibbs was waiting a bit impatiently for Tony to come back down as he watched his computer screen. If Morrow was sending his agent back into undercover work … “What did Morrow want?” he asked as he saw Tony saunter down the stairs.
Tony blew out a forceful sigh through his lips. He'd decided to go with the nonchalant delivery. "The Snake's out and he either wants to rape me or kill me or both in an unknowable order, so Morrow wants to discuss protection detail with you."
Gibbs' gaze grew cold then he was pushing past Tony, taking the stairs two at a time to the Director's office.
Tony sighed and sat at his desk, flicking his tongue piercing against his teeth.
“The Snake escaped?” McGee asked.
“That’s what I said,” Tony said. “Guess who gets to help with my protection detail?”
McGee glanced up to see Gibbs storming into the office and slamming the door behind him. "Lucky you," he said to Tony sarcastically.
"Are you worried?" Kate asked, the obvious concern in her eyes warming Tony's heart.
"Nah," he grinned. "I'll be in good hands." He winked, then headslapped himself and apologized to the bemused woman.
Gibbs came back down a few moments later. “I’m sure DiNozzo’s already told you what’s going on,” he said. “Until we catch The Snake, one of us will always be with DiNozzo. He’ll stay at my place at night, and someone will be outside at all times.”
“All this attention for little ol’ me?” Tony said with a small smile.
"Well Mario seems to think you deserve it," Gibbs said, spitting the man's name like it was bile.
Tony sighed and went back to his desk. His mind was running in circles, reminding him of every word the Snake had said to him. Words of appreciation and praise and promise... all so sinister now.
The rest of the workday was filled with tension. Tony couldn’t think straight, couldn’t finish a thought, much less try to put the final touches on his report about his time undercover. His mind was filled with thoughts of the Snake … memories of the times spent on his knees at the man’s side.
He couldn't hand in what he'd written. The factual questions, the times and names and dates, those were all fine. But the descriptions of occurrences... there was just no way to write it that made him feel okay about filing this. He felt like anyone reading his words would think he was some sort of dirty, kinky, messed-up joke of a federal agent.
“Tony,” Gibbs said. “Get me a copy of your report before you take it to the Director. I want to know what sort of bastard we’re dealing with.”
“On it, Boss,” Tony said, staring at his computer screen.
“McGee, get me everything you can on the Snake,” Gibbs said. “As far back as grammar school.”
“On it,” McGee replied.
Gibbs got back behind his computer, sneaking glances at his senior field agent. Maybe it was just stress over being a potential target for a gang-lord, but Tony was staring at his screen with such a lost expression that Gibbs wanted to go over there and read over his shoulder to see if the report was giving him trouble.
Tony sighed and emailed Gibbs a copy of the report. There was no way he could soften up what had happened to him. And he wasn’t in the practice of falsifying reports, so …
“It’s in your email, Boss,” Tony said as he stood and quickly headed for the bathroom.
Gibbs found the new e-mail and opened it up, skimming the factual details to get to the heart of the matter. And oh boy, did he find it. It wasn't blatant as a sledgehammer, Tony had clearly made an effort to be objective. But phrases like 'dominating presence' and 'constant exposure to temptation' spoke volumes to Gibbs, who knew what it meant if DiNozzo was writing this.
Tony was hidden in the bathroom, staring at his reflection after splashing water on his face. He knew that the moment Gibbs read that report, he’d be gone …
“I screwed up,” he whispered to himself.
The bathroom door opened. "Tony?" Gibbs walked in. "I want to talk to you about your report."
Tony laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Yeah, I figured. I don't mind if you want to assign someone else to protection duty, or if you even don't think I should have protection anymore."
“Why would I want to assign someone else to your protection duty?” Gibbs asked, leaning against the sink and looking at Tony. “I just … damn, what the hell happened to you there?”
Tony sighed and rubbed his face. “Fuck if I know, Boss,” he whispered.
Gibbs stepped closer, took hold of Tony's hand and traced the pattern on the inside of his wrist. "All this... it isn't you."
"But that's just it," Tony said helplessly. "I was someone else for a while and I *loved* it. No undercover assignment's ever affected me so much."
Gibbs’ hand slid up Tony’s arm, tracing the bit of tattoo that peeked out from under Tony’s sweater. “And … you like these? These tattoos and … other decorations?” he murmured.
Tony sighed and leaned into Gibbs’ touch. “I … do,” he admitted. “They make me feel … special … beautiful.”
“Don’t you know, Tony?” Gibbs asked.
“Know what?” Tony breathed.
“You were beautiful before all this,” Gibbs said softly.
"It didn't matter then," Tony replied. "It didn't *mean* anything." Then his eyes lit up with energy as he remembered something. "You should have seen me dance, boss. I haven't done it since college but it came back to me so easily. The looks on their faces... I had those powerful men eating out of the palm of my hand, boss."
Gibbs sighed and traced a hand up to Tony’s face, touching the eyebrow ring gently. “You have people eating out of your hand with just a smile, Tony,” Gibbs said. “You didn’t need all this … “
“But I *did*,” Tony whispered. “I did need it, Boss.”
Gibbs sighed, realizing that it was going to take a long time to convince Tony that his identity prior to this mission was worth something. That was a painful thing to think, that Tony could have such low self-esteem that he would prefer to adopt a whole new identity, discarding the Tony DiNozzo they all knew and loved.
“You were always beautiful to me, Tony,” Gibbs said. “Come on … go turn your report in and then I’m taking you home.”
“Don’t want to go back to my apartment, Boss,” Tony said.
“Didn’t say I was taking you to your home,” Gibbs murmured, cupping Tony’s cheek gently.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Tony asked. Whenever Gibbs stopped being grumpy Tony was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. And now, when he had only managed to do the job by dropping all his standards, *now* was the time when his boss decided to show affection? It made no sense to Tony at all.
Gibbs sighed. “Because I missed you,” he said. “And because … damn it, I want to kill whoever made you believe that you aren’t worthy of love … that you have to be decorated and dolled up. You are gorgeous just the way you are, Anthony DiNozzo.”
Tony squirmed uneasily. "I kinda like being pampered though, boss."
Gibbs chuckled at that. "You say it as though it's a secret, DiNozzo. Think people all over the world know you're a hedonist. But there has to be a limit on hedonism." The words made him think. "You didn't take any drugs, right? I know how these ops can get. Sometimes there's no alternative."
“No, no drugs,” Tony said. “The Snake liked all his boys clean … alert.”
“Right,” Gibbs said. “And a little pampering is okay. I understand that.”
Tony gave him a look. “You? Understand pampering?” he said.
"I'm not so much of a glutton for it as you are," Gibbs said with a fond smile, "But I can appreciate nice sensations as much as the next man. I tend to enjoy pampering someone else more than receiving it myself, though."
Tony licked his lips then looked away. "Oh." He took a shaky breath. "I, uh, guess you'd better check up with the Director."
“Send the Director your report and then go to my place,” Gibbs said. “McGee and Kate will follow and keep an eye out for you until I get there. Go ahead and get comfortable. Take a shower, change into some of my sweats if you want. I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay,” Tony said, still a bit thrown by Gibbs’ caring and gentle tone.
Gibbs watched him go. His senior field agent. Tony had been introduced to the darker side of pleasure in completely the wrong way. If Gibbs was coddling him now, it was only to relax Tony and try to help him see that he could get the affectionate attention he wanted without turning himself into some decorated whore.
Tony went back to the bullpen, emailed his report to the Director and grabbed his gear. “Kate, Probie,” Tony said. “Gibbs wants you two to follow me back to Gibbs’ place and keep an eye on me until he gets there.” His tone was flat and didn’t carry any of its usual mischief.
“Okay,” Kate said, grabbing her gun and her gear, watching as McGee did the same.
Tony didn’t even make sure they were following as he climbed into his car and headed for Gibbs’ place.
Part Two is here
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Date: 2011-06-20 09:59 pm (UTC)Great start.
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Date: 2011-06-22 08:55 am (UTC)I just hope that Tony makes it to Gibbs' house. He's in his own car, so it wouldn't be too hard to separate him from Kate and McGee. But maybe I'm just paranoid after watching too much crime drama *g*...
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Date: 2011-06-22 06:48 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying it so far!!!