NCIS: Faux-Pas - Chapter 2
Title: Faux-Pas
Summary: McGee discovers Tony’s Mother of All Secrets and decides to make the most of it, with disastrous consequences (slash/McNozzo).
Categories: NCIS
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, OC.
Pairing: Tony/Tim.
Genres: Alternate universe/slash/hurt and comfort/romance.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, homophobia, hate crime, explicit sex.
Spoilers: Episode 2x23 Twilight, episode 3x10 Probie.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note: A huge thank you to the talented ThePeachyMonkey for her unwavering support and help... with this fic as well as with life in general.
Also, thank you to rose_malmaison for creating the art for this fic.
And, of course, to those who have been kind enough to read and comment this fic.
Chapter 2
Even to someone who wasn't a regular visitor to the NCIS headquarters, it was obvious that the atmosphere was different in the bullpen. Things had felt off for the past two weeks. Tony was quiet, polite and surprisingly subdued. He seemed to be treating Tim as if he were the senior agent, deserving of respect, rather the other way around. There were non of the usual nicknames, and he let Tim take credits for leads he had found.
Gibbs and Ziva exchanged worried looks as Tony worked diligently on the stack of paperwork on his desk.
The job of a SFA involved a lot of paperwork, more than people would think, but the pile seemed much taller, Gibbs thought. Could Tony be doing someone else's work as well? Though he liked to pretend otherwise, the young man was always willing to give a hand to his colleagues from other teams when needed, but it usually didn’t reach such epic proportions.
Standing in front of Tony's desk, Gibbs silently waited to be acknowledged. It only took a moment for Tony to finish up the paper in front of him.
“What can I do for you, boss?” Tony asked, green eyes looking up with a no nonsense expression.
“You okay, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, looking over his SFA with concern. Dark circles under his eyes would have most convinced he was doing an impression of a raccoon and though it wasn’t really obvious at first sight, Gibbs could see that Tony had lost weight, his designer clothes now slightly hanging from his body.
As Tony set down his pen, Gibbs noticed the tremor in his hands, likely a result of exhaustion and the resulting caffeine overdose. Tony had been working pretty much around the clock recently, and Gibbs wondered if he slept at all. Though Gibbs was known for working his agents hard, even he considered the amount Tony had taken on to be too much. It wasn’t healthy and in their business, it could be potentially lethal.
Tony blinked. “I'm fine, boss. Why do you ask?”
“You’re just... quieter than usual,” Gibbs observed.
“I'd think you'd be happy about that,” Tony said with a half grin. “You always complain about my rambling.”
Gibbs shrugged noncommittally.
“It's not like you. That’s all.”
“Well, I'm not getting younger, boss. So I guess it's high time I start behaving more professionally,” Tony said, grabbing another sheet of paper from the file.
Gibbs was about to retort that he had never seen Tony being anything other than professional, but changed his mind. The younger man was obviously on edge, and he wasn't sure how this kind of unexpected praise would be taken.
“Okay, just...take care of yourself, DiNozzo,” he said instead, placing a cup of coffee on Tony's desk, before went back over to his own.
As he settled behind his desk, Gibbs’ expression darkened as he thought back to a conversation he'd had with Abby just hours ago. She, too, had noticed the change in Tony's behavior, and was concerned.
“Tony's not going to leave us, is he?” she had asked out of the blue.
“I sure hope not,” Gibbs replied, giving her a hug.
And it was true. As much as Gibbs pretended Tony was a pain in the ass, he actually looked forward to his humor and lively banter. Seeing him like this, barely a shell of his former self, meant that something was wrong and it made his guts churn.
Gibbs then turned his attention to Tim. The young agent had seemed especially light hearted lately, and Gibbs couldn't help but notice his upbeat new attitude came at about the same time Tony started acting troubled.
“Special Agent Gibbs,” Director Vance called as he entered the bullpen, interrupting his musings. “Cyber Crimes needs an extra set of hands. Since your team is working cold cases at the moment, I was hoping they could borrow Agent McGee.”
Looking to Tim, Gibbs pretended to think of it for a second then nodded his approval. “As long they don't keep him too long. You never know when we might get a case.”
Maybe not having McGee around for a while would give Tony a chance to put his feet up. Gibbs was certain there was something going on between the two of them.
“Understood,” Vance nodded gratefully, watching as Tim gathered his things.
Once Tim had departed, Gibbs noticed Tony visibly relax. If he had had any doubt before that, he was now convinced; Tim had something to do with the change in his SFA.
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Down in Cyber Crimes, Tim was welcomed back like an old friend, and he was a little surprised they had missed him so much. He liked them well enough, but the entire time he was down there, all he cared about was getting his old team back together.
Tim sat down next to Miles, the Chief Tech, a tall man in his mid 30s, with sandy hair and bright blue eyes who Tim had become friendly with during his time in Cyber Crimes.
“McGee!” Miles swirled his chair and greeted him, with a wide grin. “Good to have to back!”
Tim gave a small smile as he switched on his computer. “Thanks, but don’t throw a welcome party, it's only temporary.”
“How are things up at the MCRT?” Miles inquired casually, his eyes returning to the screen before him. “Guess Mr. Arrogant is still a pain in the ass.”
“Who? Oh, right. Tony.” Tim had forgotten Miles’ utter dislike for Tony.
During Tony’s time as team leader, Miles had applied for the “Probie” position within the MCRT, but he had been finally passed up in favor of Agent Michelle Lee. Ever since, he'd held a grudge against Tony.
“He's not that bad,” dampened Tim. “In fact, he's been gentle as a lamb recently.”
“Really?” Miles asked with a crooked smile, visibly enjoying a mental image of a declawed Tony.
“All you need is the right leverage,” Tim answered, his eyes coming and going between their two screens, whilst he absentmindedly stroked the phone in his pocket.
Miles picked up on the gesture and a wicked glimmer shone in his eyes at the thought of getting some dirt on the agent he so despised.
“Hey, Tim. What say I buy you a drink once we finish up here?” he asked with feigned detachment. “For old time's sake.”
“Sure,” Tim said agreeably, fully turning to him for the first time since the beginning of their exchange. “That would be nice.”
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“McGee!” Miles called out through the noisy bar, patting the seat next to him. “Over here!”
Smiling cordially, Tim made his way through the mass of bodies to his colleague.
“A beer for my friend!” Miles called to the bartender as Tim took a seat. “It was good to have you back,” he then said to Tim. “If only for a day.”
“Yeah? Thanks. I guess it was good to be back.” Tim didn't want to say that he found the team down in Cyber Crimes dull in comparison, and Miles to be an obnoxious blowhard. The people in Cyber Crimes were nice enough, and he didn't have to dumb down his language for them. And, blowhard or not, Tim wasn't about to turn down free drinks.
“So, tell me more about this leverage you've got on that smug bastard DiNozzo,” Miles urged, watching Tim take his first sip of beer.
Tim just gave a knowing grin before averting his eyes. He wasn't about to tell anyone Tony's secret. He wasn’t stupid enough for that. Keeping it a secret was what made it such good leverage! Anyway, it was no one else's business and if he should tell it to someone, it would certainly not be to a guy like Miles Townsend.
“Let's just say he was a naughty boy, and now he needs to behave,” he said
“Aw, you're no fun, McGee!” Miles teased.
Tim just smirked and chatted for a while about the latest computer shows until, a couple of beers later, Tim stood up with a groan. “Be right back. Gotta take a leak.”
“I'll be here.” Miles watched until Tim was out of view, then discreetly leant forwards to retrieve his phone from his coat pocket.
Scrolling through the files, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and a feral smile soon twisted his features.
“Oh yeah! I got ya, you little piece of shit!” he hissed under his breath, slipping the phone back into Tim's pocket just moments before his return from the bathroom.
“Leaving so soon?” Tim asked, watching Miles stand up and put on his jacket.
“Yeah, sorry, but I'm pretty wiped out,” Miles said, handing Tim a wad of cash for the drinks. “Not as young as I used to be. But it was great seeing you! Let's do this another time soon, okay?”
“Sure,” Tim agreed, looking on in confusion at Miles’ hasty departure.
To be continued
Summary: McGee discovers Tony’s Mother of All Secrets and decides to make the most of it, with disastrous consequences (slash/McNozzo).
Categories: NCIS
Rating: M
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto, Ziva David, Dr Donald Mallard, Jimmy Palmer, OC.
Pairing: Tony/Tim.
Genres: Alternate universe/slash/hurt and comfort/romance.
Warnings: Swearing, violence, homophobia, hate crime, explicit sex.
Spoilers: Episode 2x23 Twilight, episode 3x10 Probie.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note: A huge thank you to the talented ThePeachyMonkey for her unwavering support and help... with this fic as well as with life in general.
Also, thank you to rose_malmaison for creating the art for this fic.
And, of course, to those who have been kind enough to read and comment this fic.
Chapter 2
Even to someone who wasn't a regular visitor to the NCIS headquarters, it was obvious that the atmosphere was different in the bullpen. Things had felt off for the past two weeks. Tony was quiet, polite and surprisingly subdued. He seemed to be treating Tim as if he were the senior agent, deserving of respect, rather the other way around. There were non of the usual nicknames, and he let Tim take credits for leads he had found.
Gibbs and Ziva exchanged worried looks as Tony worked diligently on the stack of paperwork on his desk.
The job of a SFA involved a lot of paperwork, more than people would think, but the pile seemed much taller, Gibbs thought. Could Tony be doing someone else's work as well? Though he liked to pretend otherwise, the young man was always willing to give a hand to his colleagues from other teams when needed, but it usually didn’t reach such epic proportions.
Standing in front of Tony's desk, Gibbs silently waited to be acknowledged. It only took a moment for Tony to finish up the paper in front of him.
“What can I do for you, boss?” Tony asked, green eyes looking up with a no nonsense expression.
“You okay, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, looking over his SFA with concern. Dark circles under his eyes would have most convinced he was doing an impression of a raccoon and though it wasn’t really obvious at first sight, Gibbs could see that Tony had lost weight, his designer clothes now slightly hanging from his body.
As Tony set down his pen, Gibbs noticed the tremor in his hands, likely a result of exhaustion and the resulting caffeine overdose. Tony had been working pretty much around the clock recently, and Gibbs wondered if he slept at all. Though Gibbs was known for working his agents hard, even he considered the amount Tony had taken on to be too much. It wasn’t healthy and in their business, it could be potentially lethal.
Tony blinked. “I'm fine, boss. Why do you ask?”
“You’re just... quieter than usual,” Gibbs observed.
“I'd think you'd be happy about that,” Tony said with a half grin. “You always complain about my rambling.”
Gibbs shrugged noncommittally.
“It's not like you. That’s all.”
“Well, I'm not getting younger, boss. So I guess it's high time I start behaving more professionally,” Tony said, grabbing another sheet of paper from the file.
Gibbs was about to retort that he had never seen Tony being anything other than professional, but changed his mind. The younger man was obviously on edge, and he wasn't sure how this kind of unexpected praise would be taken.
“Okay, just...take care of yourself, DiNozzo,” he said instead, placing a cup of coffee on Tony's desk, before went back over to his own.
As he settled behind his desk, Gibbs’ expression darkened as he thought back to a conversation he'd had with Abby just hours ago. She, too, had noticed the change in Tony's behavior, and was concerned.
“Tony's not going to leave us, is he?” she had asked out of the blue.
“I sure hope not,” Gibbs replied, giving her a hug.
And it was true. As much as Gibbs pretended Tony was a pain in the ass, he actually looked forward to his humor and lively banter. Seeing him like this, barely a shell of his former self, meant that something was wrong and it made his guts churn.
Gibbs then turned his attention to Tim. The young agent had seemed especially light hearted lately, and Gibbs couldn't help but notice his upbeat new attitude came at about the same time Tony started acting troubled.
“Special Agent Gibbs,” Director Vance called as he entered the bullpen, interrupting his musings. “Cyber Crimes needs an extra set of hands. Since your team is working cold cases at the moment, I was hoping they could borrow Agent McGee.”
Looking to Tim, Gibbs pretended to think of it for a second then nodded his approval. “As long they don't keep him too long. You never know when we might get a case.”
Maybe not having McGee around for a while would give Tony a chance to put his feet up. Gibbs was certain there was something going on between the two of them.
“Understood,” Vance nodded gratefully, watching as Tim gathered his things.
Once Tim had departed, Gibbs noticed Tony visibly relax. If he had had any doubt before that, he was now convinced; Tim had something to do with the change in his SFA.
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Down in Cyber Crimes, Tim was welcomed back like an old friend, and he was a little surprised they had missed him so much. He liked them well enough, but the entire time he was down there, all he cared about was getting his old team back together.
Tim sat down next to Miles, the Chief Tech, a tall man in his mid 30s, with sandy hair and bright blue eyes who Tim had become friendly with during his time in Cyber Crimes.
“McGee!” Miles swirled his chair and greeted him, with a wide grin. “Good to have to back!”
Tim gave a small smile as he switched on his computer. “Thanks, but don’t throw a welcome party, it's only temporary.”
“How are things up at the MCRT?” Miles inquired casually, his eyes returning to the screen before him. “Guess Mr. Arrogant is still a pain in the ass.”
“Who? Oh, right. Tony.” Tim had forgotten Miles’ utter dislike for Tony.
During Tony’s time as team leader, Miles had applied for the “Probie” position within the MCRT, but he had been finally passed up in favor of Agent Michelle Lee. Ever since, he'd held a grudge against Tony.
“He's not that bad,” dampened Tim. “In fact, he's been gentle as a lamb recently.”
“Really?” Miles asked with a crooked smile, visibly enjoying a mental image of a declawed Tony.
“All you need is the right leverage,” Tim answered, his eyes coming and going between their two screens, whilst he absentmindedly stroked the phone in his pocket.
Miles picked up on the gesture and a wicked glimmer shone in his eyes at the thought of getting some dirt on the agent he so despised.
“Hey, Tim. What say I buy you a drink once we finish up here?” he asked with feigned detachment. “For old time's sake.”
“Sure,” Tim said agreeably, fully turning to him for the first time since the beginning of their exchange. “That would be nice.”
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“McGee!” Miles called out through the noisy bar, patting the seat next to him. “Over here!”
Smiling cordially, Tim made his way through the mass of bodies to his colleague.
“A beer for my friend!” Miles called to the bartender as Tim took a seat. “It was good to have you back,” he then said to Tim. “If only for a day.”
“Yeah? Thanks. I guess it was good to be back.” Tim didn't want to say that he found the team down in Cyber Crimes dull in comparison, and Miles to be an obnoxious blowhard. The people in Cyber Crimes were nice enough, and he didn't have to dumb down his language for them. And, blowhard or not, Tim wasn't about to turn down free drinks.
“So, tell me more about this leverage you've got on that smug bastard DiNozzo,” Miles urged, watching Tim take his first sip of beer.
Tim just gave a knowing grin before averting his eyes. He wasn't about to tell anyone Tony's secret. He wasn’t stupid enough for that. Keeping it a secret was what made it such good leverage! Anyway, it was no one else's business and if he should tell it to someone, it would certainly not be to a guy like Miles Townsend.
“Let's just say he was a naughty boy, and now he needs to behave,” he said
“Aw, you're no fun, McGee!” Miles teased.
Tim just smirked and chatted for a while about the latest computer shows until, a couple of beers later, Tim stood up with a groan. “Be right back. Gotta take a leak.”
“I'll be here.” Miles watched until Tim was out of view, then discreetly leant forwards to retrieve his phone from his coat pocket.
Scrolling through the files, it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and a feral smile soon twisted his features.
“Oh yeah! I got ya, you little piece of shit!” he hissed under his breath, slipping the phone back into Tim's pocket just moments before his return from the bathroom.
“Leaving so soon?” Tim asked, watching Miles stand up and put on his jacket.
“Yeah, sorry, but I'm pretty wiped out,” Miles said, handing Tim a wad of cash for the drinks. “Not as young as I used to be. But it was great seeing you! Let's do this another time soon, okay?”
“Sure,” Tim agreed, looking on in confusion at Miles’ hasty departure.
To be continued