Masks - Part 1 (Chapters 1-3) Tibbs Halloween
Title: Masks - Part 1 (Chapter 1-3)
Disclosure: I don’t own either NCIS or the characters nor do I make money. I just like playing with them.
Author: k8bnimble
Artist: rose_malmaison
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, Some light DiNozzo/others
Words: 15,538 (total)
Rating: Hard R (maybe light NC-17)
Warnings: male/male sex, crossdressing, shaving, drug-related sexual assault (not overly graphic)
Summary: An unlikely costume lands Tony in the middle of an undercover Halloween op but could also lead him to a fairy-tale ending.
A/N: This is for Tibbs Halloween 2012. Canon through Dead Air - AU afterwards. These events happen just after Dead Air in lieu of the “Cracked” episode. So no EJ, no Port to Port, and someone still has both eyes.
Very special thanks to rose_malmaison not only for the absolutely incredible artwork she created to go with this story but for a fabulous and thorough beta job. This story wouldn’t be half as good without her valuable input. All remaining mistakes belong to me - I’m greedy that way.
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Art by rose_malmaison
Masks
Chapter 1
“Hey, where’s everyone at?” Tony wandered back into the bullpen juggling a cupholder holding four coffees. He still couldn’t believe Gibbs had sent him on the coffee run. He must still be pissed at him for when he was late on Monday. Since it was only Wednesday (and Halloween), Tony assumed he’d be doing probie work for another few days yet.
Tony thought back to that morning as he sat the drinks down on his desk. Gibbs hadn’t found it amusing that he was late because he’d lock his keys in his car at his date’s place. He actually hadn’t but the truth was more embarrassing so he made up the story about locking his keys in his car. When Gibbs had asked why he didn’t use his spare to let himself in his apartment to get the extra set, Tony had lied. “Wasn’t at my place.”
It probably would have been the end of the story except Ziva had to open her mouth again. “What’s her name this week - Bunny? Babette? Bimbette?” she had asked, her voice laced with a snarkiness Tony had gotten used to whenever another woman was mentioned. McGee had laughed. Gibbs had kept busy looking his computer looking as if he were trying to forget they all existed.
“Funny - haha - her name was Tiffany,” Tony had responded while shuffling some papers on his desk to look busy. It wasn’t a lie exactly. He did spend the evening with a Tiffany: Tiffany Case from ‘Diamonds Are Forever’. There had been a James Bond marathon that Tony had stayed up late to watch. “She was tall, leggy with long, lush hair,” he said, picturing Jill St. John in his head.
“Tony, when will you ever date a girl with a real name?” Ziva had asked in an exasperated tone.
Tony had become a little pissed that she wouldn’t let up. She’d been needling him since the whole Jeanne debacle three years prior, like she had some right to know everything going on in Tony’s life. It was smothering. He was aware that Ziva had some feelings for him but he just couldn’t reciprocate after everything they’d been through. He cared about her but not the same way. She was right that he wanted something different now, but Ziva wasn’t it. He didn’t know what ‘it’ was yet, but it wasn’t her. He didn’t have the heart to actually tell her that.
McGee needled him as well but wasn’t as persistent. He knew McGee thought Ziva and Tony should get together - he’d written about it in that damn novel of his. Tony thought McGee just wanted them together in order to get Tony out of the way with Abby. After all, who in their right mind would cheat on Ziva? Tony was aware that McJealous always thought something had happened between Abby and Tony before McGee arrived. Nothing ever had but Abby’s flirting did little to reassure Tim, even now that they were seeing each other a little more regularly.
Tony hadn’t actually dated anyone in some time but Ziva and McGee continued to assume he did. It was easier to let them live with the assumptions, otherwise there’d be more pressure from Ziva and he’d finally have to tell her to back off. That would probably ruin the team for good. Damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Assumptions let him buy time in the hopes she would find someone else to focus on. At that moment though, her assumptions had pissed him off.
“Oh, maybe like ‘Ziva’,” he had said in a mocking tone of voice. He knew that would stop her from getting too nosy even if he knew she wouldn’t react well to his insinuation.
“In your dreams!” Ziva had exclaimed with a snarl and threw her letter opener at him. He had ducked as it flew past him and lodged in the bulletin board behind him. “I could snap your scrawny body in two like I heard Agent Cassidy once did.”
Tony’s anger had flared up at the reminder of Paula manhandling him in the office in front of everyone. It had been fine when the two of them dated and it was done in private but Paula had crossed a line when she had done that in the office. He still missed her but it had hurt that he had clearly felt more for her than she did for him. That was why he didn’t want to get involved with Ziva. It would have been the same mistake in reverse. He was about to fire back but Gibbs beat him to it.
Gibbs had stood and yelled, “Hey!” Everyone had frozen. “I’m going to break all of you if you don’t shut up and do your damn jobs.” He had glared them all for a long moment and finally spat, “I’m going for coffee,” before stalking away quickly.
Chapter 2
Tony shook his head and came back into the present. He’d been in the doghouse since then. Gibbs barked at him and gave him the most unpleasant tasks while McGee chuckled about Tony having to do probie work again. Gibbs also handed Ziva some unpleasant chores as well in retribution, but not as bad as Tony’s had been. Gibbs was keeping him on a very short leash. He’d been the target of that famous Gibbs laser glare more than usual. Tony couldn’t look up without seeing those blue eyes trained on him. Not only that, Gibbs had managed to interrupt every personal phone call Tony had tried to make, walked in on every conversation he tried to have with other NCIS personnel and kept him late after releasing the other two. Hell, he hadn’t even been allowed to use the head without Gibbs following him in after a minute. He’d been smacked on the head no less than five times in two days. That was a record, even for him.
It had been over 48 hours of that kind of treatment and Tony hoped that either the weekend would end it or they caught a big case soon. For now they only had the crappy security job for Rear Admiral Pike and his annual Halloween ball that evening. Each year a different alphabet agency got the honor of providing security - this year it was NCIS’s turn with an FBI team as back-up in case an emergency turned up. God, he hated Halloween.
He sat the tray of coffees down, pulled out the black coffee and sat it on Gibbs’ desk.
McGee was smiling at him. That didn’t look good. Tony handed him his vanilla latte before sitting Ziva’s on her desk. He turned in time to see McGee opening the lid and looking inside suspiciously.
“I didn’t spit in it, McParanoid.”
McGee hesitantly took a sip and acknowledged it seemed okay. “Thanks, Tony.” He took a bigger sip.
As Tony was sitting down, McGee interrupted. “You’re supposed to go down to Abby’s Lab.”
“Why?”
“It’s about tonight’s security detail. Our costumes are here.” Tim smiled broadly again. Tony knew something was up.
Tony put his head on his desk. “Have I mentioned how much I hate Halloween?”
“Yeah, Tony, a few times. Anyways, I got mine.”
“You an Elf-Lord again?”
“No. The Rear Admiral’s party is fairy tale themed so all the costumes are based on that.”
Tony groaned. “Fairy tales? How did we get stuck with fairy tales? The FBI got to do movie characters last year.” The previous year had the FBI as the lead agency and CGIS as the backup. Tony hoped next year when it was NCIS’s turn as back-up, it wouldn’t be the MTAC team that had to go since they’d only have to provide a few agents. “I’d have been a great James Bond,” he said wistfully.
“Not Tony Manero?” McGee chuckled. “You made such a good one.”
“Hardy har har.” Tony shook his head trying to forget that costume.
“Anyways, I think the fairy tale theme isn’t that bad. I sort of like my costume,” McGee said.
Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “Let me guess…Pied McPiper? McHansel? Jack and McBeanstalk?”
“No…Captain Hook.” McGee lifted up a pile of red, black and white clothes that Tony assumed was the costume in question.
“Don’t you have to lose a hand for that?”
“Actually, Abby’s rigging the hook so I can carry my gun in it without anyone knowing I have it.”
“What’s Ziva going as?”
“I am going to be Pussy Boots,” Ziva’s voice carried as she came back to her desk swinging an epée in front of her - slashing it through the air. She had a plumed hat on her head and a pile of clothes in her left hand. She was grinning as she swashbuckled her way across the bullpen. She was clearly happy with her costume.
Tony and McGee stared aghast at her and then both burst out into laughter.
“What - is that not the character? The cat with the sword? This way I can have a weapon available. Besides, the boots will allow me to carry many knives.”
Tony was bent over in tears, crying from laughter. “I can…’t…Puss…It’s Puss…Puss and…Boots. HAHAHA! Whew!”
Ziva stared curiously at him and then turned to McGee. “What did I say?”
McGee turned beet red and said, “I uh…I’m going go…be somewhere else.” He quickly exited the room.
Tony took a deep breath. “Ziva, you just made my whole day.”
“What? Why?”
Tony considered answering but realized he liked his balls where they were. “Ask Abby.”
Ziva squinted and then said, “Fine. I will, later. You should see her now. There aren’t many costumes left.”
Tony stood up and wiped the tears from his face. “I don’t get why we have to dress up. Why can’t we be dressed as NCIS agents providing security?”
“The Rear Admiral’s orders. He doesn’t want his guests being off put by agents. To be honest, I do not understand why he has a party like this. Adults dressed up like children’s characters does seem sort of juvenile.”
“I thought you liked your costume.”
“I do - but I prefer to play ‘dress up’ in a more intimate setting,” Ziva said as she leaned forward on Tony’s desk suggestively. “It’s more fun.” She put the blade of the epée just under the first button of Tony’s shirt.
“Hey, watch where you poke that thing,” Tony said eyeing the blade carefully as he pushed it out of the way.
Gibbs came around the corner then and said, “Poke DiNozzo on your own time, Ziva.”
“Boss - that just doesn’t sound right.” Tony looked over and couldn’t help noticing the slight half-smile on Gibb’s face. Tony enjoyed it when he could amuse the boss. He hoped it meant he would soon be out of the doghouse.
Ziva lowered her epée down and picked up her coffee of went back to her own desk. She didn’t seem at all ashamed at getting caught. “Gibbs, why does the Rear Admiral have this party? Why is it so important?”
Tony remembered this was a new experience for both Ziva and Tim. The last time NCIS had this duty was when Kate had just started. McGee hadn’t been working full-time with them then.
“According to the Rear Admiral, it’s an opportunity for leaders of the military, government and various other important organizations to relax anonymously,” Gibbs explained but he sounded annoyed. “With no media, photography or cameras allowed, guests can let down their guard. The costumes allow for even more anonymity. The money raised from the tickets is donated to charity anonymously and only select personnel are invited. I don’t understand it but it’s been held for 30 years.”
Tony knew Gibbs hated the whole thing but he kept quiet because they did raise a substantial amount of money for charity. The tickets were extremely expensive and could be purchased by invitation only unless you were a special guest of the Rear Admiral.
“It’s almost like a bacchanalia,” Tony thought aloud. Both Gibbs and Ziva looked at him in disbelief. “What? I did go to college. I can understand big words,” he said in his dopiest voice.
“I guess I’m not surprised you know that word, Tony,” Ziva said flippantly.
“Yeah - that’s what I’m called - party man on campus.”
“I thought you were called ‘Sex Machine’? Gibbs asked, straight-laced.
Tony felt the blush coloring his cheeks.
“Really?” Ziva asked. “I must have missed that on your dossier. What does one have to do to earn that title?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Miss Pussyboots?” He grinned at Ziva trying to suppress his embarrassment. He then turned to Gibbs and said, “Thanks for the reminder, Boss.”
Gibbs nodded at him with a half-smile threatening to break out on his face. He picked up the coffee Tony had left him and took a sip. Tony thought he just did that to hide the smile. He felt some vindication.
When Gibbs sat the drink down, he asked, “DiNozzo, have you gotten your costume already?”
The man was looking at him oddly. Tony couldn’t read his expression. “No. I just got back with the coffee.”
“Well, let’s go then. I think all the other teams have gotten theirs. Won’t be much left to choose from.”
As Tony walked out, he realized Gibbs was beside him, accompanying him once again. “Boss, I can go myself.”
“Yeah? And?”
Tony didn’t answer. It struck him as odd that the coffee run was the only time in the last couple for days Gibbs had let him go anywhere alone.
Chapter 3
“TONY, TONY, TONY!! I can’t wait to see you in this!” Abby squealed in greeting. She was dressed in her usual black skull and crossbones tee shirt, and a black mini skirt with black leggings and knee high boots.
Tony looked at what seemed to be the only costume left in the XL pile. There were only two other costumes, both in the Small pile, which would never fit, so he picked up the only option that was left. It seemed like there was too little material to be a costume. When he lifted it he swore it looked like something Abby would wear.
“What is this?”
“Little Red Riding Hood!” Abby said. “You are going to look so hot in this.”
Tony stared at the red dress, with its small red cape and black corset, and gaped. He turned to look at Gibbs. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Should have been here sooner. Looks like the only thing left in your size.” Gibbs took a sip of coffee but Tony could swear he saw the man smirk.
“I was getting coffee!! At your request. How did I know that’s when the costumes…” Tony trailed off beginning to think he’d been set up. “Really? Are you that pissed at me?”
“Don’t look at me. If you had been here ten minutes ago you could have been Prince Charming,” Gibbs chuckled.
“Who’s is that going to be?”
“Balboa. And don’t even think about trading with him. No one wants to see that,” Gibbs said.
Tony was going to argue but changed his mind. Gibbs was right. Balboa’s almost translucent skin might blind people in a costume this skimpy. “I’ll go find another costume,” Tony said and began to head out.
“No time. Have to be ready in an hour.” Gibbs’s voice pulled him up short.
“I can’t do this,” Tony whined to no one in particular. He already knew Gibbs would make him.
“Tony! Yes, you can. You did that undercover op in Vice, right? This isn’t so different except you’re not looking for a serial rapist,” Abby said, rubbing his shoulder in sympathy. He glared at her to shut up. He’d never told anyone but her about that. He sure didn’t want to have Gibbs know about it.
“That the one with the slinky green dress?” Gibbs asked Abby. She nodded.
Tony’s head turned toward him and gaped.
“Your file had pictures. It was a good color for you,” Gibbs said with little expression in his voice.
Tony blushed deeply at the knowledge that Gibbs had already seen those pictures. He took a deep breath.
Abby patted his shoulder. “Tony, you’ll have the mask on. No one at the party will know it’s you,” she said reassuringly.
“Except the other agents.”
“Except them,” she agreed with a half nod, half shake of her head. “Yates is going as Peter Pan, if that helps.”
“That’s different.”
Gibbs chimed in with, “Moran’s going as Old Mother Hubbard.”
Tony held the short red dress up against him. “Unless Old Mother Hubbard ran a whorehouse in that shoe, it’s still different.” He grimaced. If he were lucky, the black feathery trim at the bottom of the red skirt would go halfway down his thighs. He didn’t think he’d be that lucky.
Gibbs opened a drawer next to where he was standing and threw a pair of red boxer briefs at Tony. “Wear these.”
“Hey…these are my…”
“And Abby, get him some of those,” Gibbs interrupted him and pointed to the thigh-high stockings she was wearing. “And appropriate shoes. The entire outfit has to be right. Vice Admiral’s rules.” Gibbs actually smiled at him. It wasn’t a broad one, it wasn’t a half-smirk, it was just a pleasant smile which Tony knew didn’t bode well. It reminded him of McGee’s smile earlier and he it dawned on him that McGee already knew what Tony’s costume was going to be.
“I don’t think they have size 13 stilettos!” Tony quipped.
“Don’t be so sure,” Abby said as she reached under her table and pulled out a shoebox. She opened them to reveal a pair of modified platform Mary Janes, studded with large silver wolf buckles and ankle straps. “Not exactly stilettos, but close.”
It finally hit Tony. Gibbs really had set him up. He must have been really pissed on Monday. He wasn’t sure why. Tony had been late before. Maybe he knew Tony had lied to him. That would piss Gibbs off. And Gibbs would make him pay for that.
Vance walked in. “Gibbs, need you upstairs.” He stopped and looked between Tony holding the dress up and the shoes in Abby’s hands and shook his head. “You’re braver than I thought, DiNozzo. Or maybe dumber.”
Tony winced. “If I do this - then we’re even, right?” he asked Gibbs, hoping Vance realized it wasn’t Tony’s fault.
Gibbs hesitated as Vance watched them expectantly. “Even for what?” Gibbs asked back, indicating in his own way that all would be forgiven if Tony allowed this, but also knowing Vance wouldn’t understand any of that.
Gibbs and Vance headed out of the lab, and Tony heard Vance chuckle and say, “I want a picture of that.” Gibbs responded. “Sure,” just before the elevator doors dinged shut.
“He hates me.” Tony said looking at his ‘undercover’ outfit.
Abby winked. “I so don’t think so. Come on, you’ll be the hottest Red Riding Hood in there. You know, you really should use a depilatory to make this work.” She yanked him back into her office to get supplies needed.
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“McGee has his…ugh… gun in his hook and…oof… Ziva gets to carry a sword, UHHHHHH...” Tony gasped as the material of the corset was tightened.
“Suck it in, Tony. Got to tie this corset up.” Abby was pulling with all her might.
Tony was sure he’d pass out from lack of oxygen by the time the night was through.
He had showered and used the bottle of Nair that Abby had given to him. Her instructions had been “All over.” He knew the dress was short sleeved and the top would dip lower than where his chest hair started so he acquiesced all while thinking of ways to plot his own revenge. Could one substitute a non-caffeinated Caf-Pow?
She had to have known about this beforehand. No one brought women’s shoes that large just in case. He thought the same thing as he slid on the red thigh high tights.
He wanted to be angry but they were moving so fast he didn’t really have time. Abby was being very insistent that he look right - even down to adjusting the off the shoulder top properly and adding kohl eyeliner and a lightly colored lip gloss.
The hood would stay up and hide his earwig, so they opted to not have him wear a wig. The mask was the last piece to put in place.
In truth - it was a beautiful mask and Tony wondered where it came from. It was made of dark red leather with a black overlay scroll design. The edges were scalloped and the corners at both the top and bottom of the mask fluted out to extend coverage. There were no additional decorative elements like feathers, pearls, or beads. It was elegant and well crafted.
“Remember my friend that makes the voodoo masks? He also does all sorts of other types of mask. I borrowed a whole bunch from him for tonight. They are soooo cool. I wish we could wear them every day!”
“What’s Gibbs dressing as?”
Abby paused. “Not sure. He had his own costume for tonight.” She finished touching up his lips. “There, all done.” She stepped back. “Oh…wow…”
“It’s awful, isn’t it?”
Tony felt uncomfortable. He had had to crossdress a time or two for Vice but never felt like he pulled it off well, even if others told him he had. He was a tall man with a manly figure. He couldn’t figure out how he could make it work. This would probably prove to be even more humiliating than the Tony Manero costume. He’d never live this down.
Abby grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the full-length mirror on the back of her door. Tony gaped at himself in surprise. Abby had done a good job with what she had to work with. He couldn’t actually believe it was him.
The black corset gave the illusion of both a waist and a bust, even if it was a small bust. His legs looked like they went on forever in the silk stockings and the heels gave a slightly different look to the musculature in his legs. Maybe it was just the smooth skin under the stockings. It seemed really odd not to see any body hair. Felt sort of weird, too. Nice, but weird. It had been awhile since he’d had to do that.
The red hood draped over his face and just over the top of his shoulders leaving his arms bare. Between that and the curve of red mask, the angles of his face were slightly softened. He couldn’t help noticing how his green his eyes looked. He wasn’t sure if it was the red of the mask or the dark kohl and mascara outlining his eyes that enhanced them but he couldn’t deny they were striking.
Abby fluffed up the skirt. The red skirt was silky and had a black fur hem that tickled his thighs. Under that, Tony caught the red of his boxer-briefs. They were the same shade as the skirt but the black fur hem made them very noticeable.
“Very sexy, Tony,” Abby said and lightly smacked his ass. She stepped around front and fussed with retying the hood at his neck. “Ooh yeah - I’d do you in a heartbeat if Timmy wouldn’t get jealous.” She grinned at him in such a way that he had no idea if she was serious or not.
He blushed and hated that the color spread right across his chest. It was hard to make Tony blush but somehow Abby and Gibbs could do it without really meaning to.
He glanced at himself in the mirror again. Maybe no one would recognize him. He barely recognized himself.
Just then Gibbs came back in and stopped suddenly in the doorway. Tony wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the boss gobsmacked before.
“Hey…Boss...” Tony said weakly.
Gibbs stared at Tony for a moment, then turned towards Abby and the stare turned into a glare. “I told you - we’re not supposed to attract attention.” He looked back at Tony. Tony could see the nuanced shift in his eyes from anger to something else, but he couldn’t quite decipher it. There was the same intensity as anger but Tony knew what an angry Gibbs look was. This wasn’t it. He didn’t know what this look meant but he knew he wanted to wilt as Gibbs eyed him up and down.
Abby smiled wickedly. “I didn’t pick the costume, Gibbs, and Tony is who he is. Can’t help he looks all sexy in it.”
“Abby, I look like Little Red Riding Ho,” Tony quipped defensively.
“Maybe Red Riding Ho, ‘cause you sure ain’t little,” Abby retorted as she waggled her eyebrows with a significant nod at his groin.
Gibbs smacked her on the back of her head. Both Abby and Tony stared at him. He had never Gibbs-slapped Abby before.
“Can you even walk in those shoes?” Gibbs finally asked.
“Actually, yeah. Probably can’t run as fast as usual but I should be fine. It’s not like we’re expecting any real trouble.” Tony had checked and there had never been any major incidents at the previous balls so he hoped history repeated itself. Should just be a boring evening of watching other people having fun.
“Not that we know of, DiNozzo, but you never know. I don’t want you hindered if there is trouble,” Gibbs said as he reached out to touch the short cape as if confirming it was really there. Tony felt a slight brush of calloused fingers along his upper arm and shivered unexpectedly. Gibbs dropped his arm and backed off.
“He used to do this in Vice so I know he can wear high heels,” Abby answered with a grin. Tony thought she was just too happy about this whole thing. She was probably thinking about asking him to join Tim and her when they cosplayed. He still chuckled as he thought of Tim in his Elf-Lord costume. He wondered what Abby wore when they played and then realized he really didn’t want to know. To be honest, he didn’t want to know why he remembered the word ‘cosplay’. Although, he guessed, in essence, that is what he had done in those Vice ops. Only, he didn’t do it for fun.
“That was several years ago. Been awhile since I’ve had to dress...”
Abby interrupted, “What about...?”
Tony clamped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. “Don’t,” he hissed.
Tony could feel the byplay between them fueling Gibbs’ curiosity. He hoped Gibbs didn’t ask about it.
He was relieved when instead, Gibbs grunted, “Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Abby, is there any other option?”
Just then Ziva and McGee walked in. “It’s time. We have to go…” McGee said and then trailed off as they reached the trio. They both gaped at Tony until it was uncomfortable. McGee had on a ridiculously long black curly wig topped with a traditional pirate hat and a long maroon velvet coat. He looked surprisingly good. Tony was a bit envious. It was a handsome and manly costume.
Ziva wore striped pantaloons, a pirate blouse and a hat like McGee’s. Except for the colors and the coat, McGee and Ziva were dressed fairly similarly. Her mask was red and green with three maroon feathers gracing the top while McGee’s mask was black and gold. Ziva looked particularly stunning with her mask and her cascading dark hair. If this wasn’t an assignment, Tony might have enjoyed this a bit more. He never denied Ziva was beautiful, just that he should never get involved with her.
“Hey - McHook, Ziva,” he said by way of greeting.
“Tony?” Ziva said hesitantly. Tony thought their eyes were going to fall out.
“Yes, my little Ninja Puss ‘n Boots?” Tony asked, bucking up his courage and tried to deflect any weird comments.
She hesitated a moment before asking, “Did you shave?” She reached out to touch his thigh.
Gibbs smacked her hand away and growled, “Stop.”
She looked at him sharply.
Gibbs snapped, “We don’t have time for this. DiNozzo, can you do your job in that - that outfit?”
“Sure, Boss.”
Gibbs now seemed in a foul mood so Tony just figured he’d suck it up and get payback later. He wasn’t sure who arranged for tonight’s costumes, or if there was more than one person behind it, but they would pay for it later. Until then, he’d pretend he was back in Vice, like when he had to go undercover as a transvestite or a male prostitute. They were not his favorite memories, which was why he didn’t stay in Philadelphia. Peoria hadn’t prepared him for that kind of work but he’d had a fast education in Philly. At least he’d learned he had a knack for undercover and detective work. It was what got him his detective’s badge before he went to Baltimore Homicide.
“All right then. Let’s move,” Gibbs ordered.
They headed outside. It was chillier than Tony expected until he realized how little he had on. A wind blew past and his dress swirled up around him. He was trying to hold it down until he got in the van.
McGee walked up beside him. “A little breezy there, Tony?” He chuckled looking at Tony’s legs.
“You’re just jealous your legs aren’t as fine as mine,” Tony retorted, kicking one leg out behind him as if he were flirting. Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Tony clasped his arm lightly. “Oh, and you’re so going to pay for not warning me,” Tony added softly.
McGee just laughed and then took off running. “Only if you can catch me in those heels, Tony!” He could hear the other agents laughing at their antics.
Tony was about to go after him but Abby came running up instead. “Tony, don’t forget your basket!”
“My what?”
“You know…all the better to shoot them with,” she said, uncovering the plaid cloth that hid his Sig inside, wedged in such a way he could pull the trigger from inside the basket.
“Thanks, my little Q wannabe. You always give me the best toys,” Tony said, impersonating Sean Connery’s James Bond.
Part 2 (Chapter 4)