NCIS Songfics
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ladygrendelTitle: NCIS Songfics
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairings: Timothy McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Jethro Gibbs, original characters (McGee/DiNozzo, McGee/OFC, McGee/?)
Warnings: sexual content, werewolves, angst, slash
Summary: Ten drabbles inspired by music from my iPod while on shuffle
Track 01
SONG: "The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You" by My Chemical Romance
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tim McGee (McGee/Amanda)
McGee’s thumb hovered over the button that would delete her number from his phone forever.
Should he have been expecting this outcome? After all, she had been out of his league, hadn’t she? A nice, pretty grad student, at the right place and right time…too perfect. Had all of it been fake: the night they spent together, her smiles and laughs?
He snorted. Of course it was fake, genius. She threatened to shoot you! And Amanda probably would have, if Kai hadn’t killed her first. McGee supposed that might have meant he owed the former North Korean assassin one, if she herself hadn’t been killed.
Does it ever end? One death after another, how much longer until someone else on the team is killed?
He automatically stopped that train of thought in its tracks, because thinking like that was a bad idea. Better to just move on, and forget this incident had ever happened. His finger twitched, deleting the number and now that all physical traces of Amanda’s time in his life were gone. And yet McGee could have sworn that her presence was still with him – hot kisses against his neck and the feeling of a gun pressed into his stomach.
>>>>>
Track 02
SONG: "Pumpkin Soup" by Kate Nash
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee (McNozzo)
Tony DiNozzo had to be one of the most confusion men McGee had ever met in his life, and it was driving him up the wall.
One minute the senior agent was calling him names, then he was flirting with Ziva, and shortly thereafter Tony ended up making out with him in a stalled elevator. Honestly, it felt as if McGee had been swept up in a whirlwind, unsure as to whether he was still in Kansas or if he had finally crash-landed in Oz.
He didn’t even know if he and Tony were really going out or not. After all, there was more going on between them than just convenient make-out sessions at work. They occasionally shared dinner at each other’s apartments and had sex.
Was the reason they hadn’t gone on a date in public yet because Tony was still dating? McGee knew how much Tony liked women, but why wouldn’t he just tell him. What was he supposed to expect of this relationship, or were expectations just pointless?
Ignoring his co-workers’ stares, McGee started to beat his head on his desk, wondering how in the hell he had gotten into this mess in the first place.
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Track 03
SONG: "Poker Face" by Lady GaGa
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee, Ziva
Ziva watched, eyes wide with alarm, as Douglas Solomon drew a revolver and pointed it straight at McGee’s head. The junior agent didn’t pull away or flinch, but continued to keep his expression neutral, if not bored.
“Now, for the last time, who do you work for?”
“NCIS! Please, we work for NCIS!”
Solomon ignored her, preferring to keep his focus on McGee. Making sure to have the other man’s undivided attention, he emptied the cylinder of all but one of the original six bullets, and then spun it while keeping his finger on the trigger.
“Do you feel lucky, sir?” McGee didn’t answer. “Well?”
“McGee, say something!”
“…No, I don’t.”
The mobster smirked. Ziva bit her lip, aware that McGee was trying to buy Tony and Gibbs time, but it already seemed too late; she had a bad feeling that only one of them would make it out of this situation alive.
She stared out of the large glass window in front of them, straight to the building across the street. Gibbs was supposed to be behind one of those windows in case something went wrong, preparing to take shot at Solomon. Tony had to be somewhere below them with back-up, ready to make an arrest. Despite guessing the whereabouts of the rest of the team, she didn’t feel better.
Solomon pulled the trigger. Ziva automatically jumped, but the sound of a gunshot never came.
“Strike one.” His smirked dimmed a bit when he noticed McGee’s demeanor hadn’t changed. “What’s the matter with you? Got a death wish?” He turned the gun on Ziva, and she saw panic briefly enter her partner’s eyes.
“Do you always talk this much or is it just for my benefit?” returned the agent, desperate to save her. “I never knew one man could be full of so much shit-”
Solomon snarled and fired again at McGee, only for the chamber to deny him a bullet. An uncharacteristically scornful look appeared on McGee’s face.
“What’s the matter? Can’t make a kill shot?”
Without warning, life became a blur of action as the window suddenly exploded and the sound of a gunshot made Ziva’s ears ring.
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Track 04
SONG: "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Timothy McGee, ? (past McGee/?)
The redhead’s body was warm and sweaty as they pressed close on the dance floor. She looked up at him, and when their eyes met, he could suddenly see her writhing beneath him, and calling his name. With a grin, the woman took his hand and led him to a pool table, explaining that she didn’t know how to shoot a combo. He was more than happy to become her teacher. He helped her get a handle on the pool stick, resting his chin on her shoulder. The sweet scent of her hair made him dizzy.
McGee knew that his car stuck out like a sore thumb at a place like this, but discretion was pointless. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t know who had done it…
Her voice cracked and slurred as she attempted karaoke, but he was much too buzzed to care. Wasn’t like American Idol or anything.
He approached the car with his keys first. McGee had never really attempted vandalism before, so this was a new experience. He laid the ragged edge where the driver’s door was attached to the car and then slowly walked the length of the vehicle, using every bit of his strength. The scratch left behind made his heart pound from fear and excitement. Being bad had never felt so good, and revenge really was so sweet.
She fell against him, the alcohol on her breath strong enough to knock out a small animal; amazing, really, since all she had been able to get down were fruity drinks. When she took his hand and put it up her shirt, he knew exactly what she wanted.
Next was the knife, the sharpest McGee had been able to find. He hadn’t expected the tires to cut like butter, but they had been tougher than he thought. The exercise left him with a great feeling of accomplishment; seemed that going to the gym in his spare time had been worth it.
The cologne in the bathroom proved to be as strong as the woman’s breath, but he slapped it on anyway. Why not, since it only cost a couple of bucks?
Leaving his name carved in the leather seats may have been a bit much, but what the hell? Why not go all the way?
Tonight was his lucky night. The redhead was officially drunk off her cute ass and ready for some fun. It had been too easy, getting her to agree to sex. After all, he hadn’t agreed to that until a few months into the relationship, making sure to leave a trail of candles for him to follow after coming home from work. That had been a great night too…
McGee saved the best for last. As the baseball bat smashed into the headlights, he imagined it was his face there instead. McGee hoped that this would serve as a reminder of what can happen when you cheat on someone, or that this would save the next one a little trouble, but if he ever cheated again, it mostly certainly would not be on McGee.
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Track 05
SONG: "The Walking Dead" by Spinnerette
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ziva, Tony
“Can you believe it?” Tony hissed in her ear. “After all this time we finally get to meet the mysterious Special Agent Thom Wolf!”
“I believe I can contain my excitement,” returned Ziva despite feeling as on edge as him. They had both heard stories about the agent, and were a little troubled by how eerily similar he and Gibbs supposedly were.
Special Agent Clara Macy either ignored their whispers or didn’t hear then as she led the pair deeper into D.C.’S Office of Special Projects. From what Ziva and Tony had been told earlier, Macy had been transferred to the east coast and made special agent in charge, with Thom Wolf as her senior field agent.
The main room caught the NCIS agents off guard. Almost every surface was covered by some type of screen, mostly displaying live feed.
“McGee would have loved this,” she murmured and Tony nodded, looking as sad as Ziva felt. Despite the fact that their partner had died a year ago, memories or mentions of him still brought pain.
“Alright, I need you to bring up Toby’s camera,” said a man who they hadn’t noticed before. He stood before the largest screen at the other end of the room. Beside him sat who Ziva supposed was their technical operator. He hit a few keys and the image of a blonde woman sitting at a café with a cup of coffee appeared.
“Got it boss.”
She and Tony exchanged glances. One of the many things they had heard about Wolf was that the members of his team addressed him as boss, just like Gibbs.
“Totally Twilight Zone,” he muttered.
“How do things look from your end, Toby?”
“Pretty good. I’m ready for when the target shows,” she replied, now holding a newspaper in front of her face.
“What about Reuben and Eli? Are they in position yet?”
“Yep, and I’ve got a great view,” said a man’s voice over the speakers. A second later a second image was added to the screen, showing a man with dark hair standing at an ATM. The picture flickered and suddenly they were looking right at him from the ATM’s camera. “If I have to stand here much longer, I think I’m gonna have to hack this thing. I can almost smell the money.”
“Try to contain yourself,” answered Wolf wryly. “How you holding up Eli?”
“P-pretty good boss. I’ve got everything set up to make the transaction.”
“You can do this Eli, just smile and relax. You’re not alone,” he assured the timid sounding woman. “Alright, the operation is a go. Let’s get our man.”
“Looks like you don’t need our help,” said Tony to Macy, looking a little confused. “So why are we here?”
“It’s complicated,” said Wolf, turning to face them. Ziva and Tony just stared, instantly recognizing the dead man, despite the five o’clock shadow and air of authority.
“McGee?”
>>>>>
Track 06
SONG: "Just The Way You Are" by Billy Joel
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
Tony guessed he only had himself to blame for McGee trying to change himself. Now that they were in a relationship after six years of working together, it was obvious that Tony’s previous jabs had made an impact on the other agent.
He had constantly commented on McGee’s weight, and now the man was leaner, something that Tony didn’t necessarily mind but a part of him did miss the extra weight. Then, of course, being considered green by the rest of the team had seriously affected McGee’s ego. Only recently had he started to show a bit of backbone, catching both Tony and Gibbs by surprise.
The greatest damage had been caused by the entire team, and that was directed towards McGee’s writing. Even Tony had to admit, once you got past the unoriginal names, he and Agent Tommy weren’t that similar at all. Tommy wanted Officer Lisa, and the real Tony already had what he wanted: Tim.
For the past few months, McGee’s precious typewriter had been gathering dust, and while Thom E. Gemcity blamed it on his workload, Tony knew it was a lot more than that. He knew that McGee was afraid to write another book incase there were anymore unforeseen consequences, which could lead to all of NCIS hating him. Plus, having Tony over almost 24/7 made it a little hard to concentrate.
One morning at breakfast, Tony caught McGee shooting the contraption lovey-dovey eyes, and the senior agent just sighed.
“How ‘bout I go to the movies and leave you two alone?”
McGee’s eyebrows shot up, confused.
“Huh?”
Instead of answering, he yanked his boyfriend to his feet and then marched him over to the desk.
“You,” said Tony, sitting McGee down. “Will spend the day writing whatever comes to your brilliant mind. I’m going to go to the movies to stay out of your way. Besides, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Alright?”
McGee didn’t say anything, just sat there and stared at the typewriter, as if he found being in it’s presence awkward, like running into an ex and her new boyfriend. Tony almost thought the entire thing was pointless, but when he went to close the apartment door behind him, the first tentative sounds of keys clacking reached his ears.
He smiled – it was nice to know that some things would never change.
>>>>>
Track 07
SONG: "What's This" by Flyleaf
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
Nothing made Christmas better than snow. Tony and McGee had taken their vacation together, deciding to go to a cabin that McGee’s parents rented in the mountains. It wasn’t as if neither of them had even seen it before, but seeing it together, alone, made it all that more special.
The snowball fight was pretty brutal, but only because they didn’t have to hold anything back, especially when McGee managed to know Tony over with a snowball. Tony, ever the drama queen, demanded that the junior agent kiss it better, an order McGee wasn’t about to disobey. That single kiss of course led to more, and soon they had both returned to the cabin. That first night was spent christening the bed.
The tree they had brought in was a bit on the scrawny side, leading Tony to give it the affectionate nickname “Charlie” which McGee couldn’t help but laugh at. As they decorated it, Tony put on some music, and McGee managed to endure several hours of Frank Sinatra on repeat before distracting his boyfriend with sex.
The rest of the vacation passed much too quickly for their liking. Before either of them knew it, Tony and McGee were back on a plane to D.C. where they had to use absolute discretion. To McGee’s surprise, Tony kissed him in the office elevator and promised that next Christmas, they’d get to be themselves again.
>>>>>
Track 08
SONG: "Warning Sign" by Coldplay
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee (McNozzo)
Tim McGee should have seen this coming, really. How long had he dreamed about fucking Tony? Weeks? Months? Years?
He drummed his fingers on the coffee cup, wondering if he was turning this problem into a mountain from a molehill. It had been just a nip, nothing too serious. Surely he had bitten Abby while they had been in the middle of sex, and nothing had come of that. This was no different, just a minor fling.
Damn it, this can’t be happening…I’ve always managed to be so careful…
Even though he was sitting in the kitchen, McGee’s keen ears picked up the sounds of someone stirring in the bedroom. Tony was awake now, and whether or not he remembered last nights activities remained to be seen.
What happens if you did mark him? Tony’s not exactly the marrying type, even like this…
Speak of the devil. When McGee’s partner stumbled into the doorway, looking so sleepy and awkward, he immediately felt the bond between them. And there was the mark, right where he vaguely remembered it would be. The stupid thing was on Tony’s shoulder, large and impressive looking, obviously more canine than human.
Despite the fact that Tony was now his mate, McGee suddenly felt more alone than he had his entire werewolf life.
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Track 09
SONG: "Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee, Stray Cat (McGee/OFC)
She knew drinking wasn’t the way end the workday, but what could she do? Tomorrow Cat would wrap things up, and then head to wherever the agency needed her next. Already the woman was considering where her next job might be, when he sat down next to her.
Cat could practically smell law enforcement on him, although he looked more like he belonged in a dark room playing video games for a living.
“I like your coat,” she said before she could stop herself.
He blinked at her. “Uh…thanks.”
“I mean it,” Cat continued. “It’s very stylish, like you’re a detective from an old movie or something.” That managed to earn a smile from the man. Now that she stopped rambling, Cat realized she had consumed much more alcohol than she originally thought. She tried to get off the stool, only to trip and fall…and found herself in his arms…very nice arms. “Nice catch.”
“Thanks. I’m McGee…Tim McGee.”
Cat giggled. “Shears…Sally Shears.”
Tim raised an eyebrow, and some sober part of her mind wondered if he got the reference.
“Do you need a cab? I could call one for you.”
“You have nice eyes,” she said, completely ignoring the offer. “Green’s my favorite color.”
“Th-thanks.” He blushed. Then he realized that he was still holding her, and helped Cat to her feet. “I’ll get that cab.”
>
The trip between the bar and hotel room was a totally blur, but the moment that door was closed, Cat pounced. Tim protested at first, but his chivalry weakened until it died completely. Clothes were torn and buttons flew as they made their way into the bedroom.
Cat had sensed that he wasn’t the kind of guy to have one-night stands, a trait she admired. It also made her feel a little guilty, seeing as after tonight their paths would never cross again.
She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but even she realized that Tim was special. He made love to her, strong and slow, like a true gentleman. The more he kissed her, the more Cat wanted to stay like this, a feeling she had never experienced before.
>
The next morning, McGee woke up in a bare hotel room, the scent of a woman and sex still lingering in the air and on his skin. Later, after going home to get a shower and new clothes, he’d go to work and find out that some corrupt politician had been assassinated.
Stray Cat, a woman with more passports and aliases than any law allowed, sat in a terminal in D.C. waiting for a plane that would take her to Prague. The weapon she had used to dispatch the target was gone, at the bottom of a river. Already the mercenary had convinced herself that the previous night was a fluke, just a onetime thing.
Neither of them could ever imagine that more than a simple twist of fate was in store for them.
>>>>>
Track 10
SONG: "Bad Things" by Jace Everett
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
“Aw, c’mon McGee!” Tony wheedled. “I want to see!”
“No.”
“Please? Is it like Van Helsing where the skin comes right off, or is it more like, you know-”
“Don’t. Besides, how many times do I have to tell you: there’s no such thing as vampires!”
Tony pouted as McGee stalked past him into the bedroom. They had been ‘dating’ for a little over two months now, and he still hadn’t seen McGee’s fuzzier side. It was like the poor guy was embarrassed or something.
Hmm…
He snuck behind McGee as the other man was putting his coat up in the closet. Without any delay, Tony slipped his hand into the front of McGee’s pants. As if he’d been stung by a taser, McGee jumped a foot in the air.
“Tony! What the hell do you thing you’re doing?!”
“Right now? Getting you flustered, but-” Tony licked McGee’s ear, enjoying the tremble. “I hope to do much more.”
“S-stop! Gibbs didn’t give us the night off to mess around; he did it so we’d be well rested to pick-up where we left off on the case tomorrow.”
“I’ll make sure you get plenty of rest McTeacher’s Pet, after we have some fun.” He put his hands on McGee’s shoulders and turned him around so that they could face each other. His fellow agent looked less than amused, but Tony just gave him a grin. He started to slide down, smirking as McGee’s eyes got wider and wider, before stopping once he came face to face with his zipper.
“I’m serious, this really isn’t the time!”
“That’s funny, because this is telling me a different story.”
Tony yanked the zipper down and McGee’s jaws audibly snapped shut, eyes closed. Ignoring the button entirely, he grabbed the belt loops and tugged the pants all the way to McGee’s ankles. Even with the boxers, Tony could tell that McGee was impressive. He couldn’t help but mentally Gibbs-slap himself – he had spent a month in denial instead of being with McGee, where he was supposed to be, and Tony promised himself that he would never let his mate down like that ever again.
McGee stumbled backwards, unintentionally placing himself into a corner that Tony was more than happy to keep him in. Seeing the opportunity, he swooped in and disposed of the boxers, leaving his precious McGeek completely exposed.
Tony licked his lips then glanced up to see what kind of effect he was having. McGee’s breathing had become increasingly ragged. When he finally opened his eyes, he stared down at him. The normal green had been replaced by luminescent yellow, with elliptical pupils. The sight sent a shiver down Tony’s spine.
Mine. All mine…
His phone rang, followed shortly by McGee’s.
For a moment they just froze, as if ignoring the intrusion would cause it to go away.
“How…how much do you…wanna bet…that’s Gibbs?” panted McGee. Tony’s attention whipped from the offending device back to his mate.
“A blowjob?” he asked, hopeful.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/Pairings: Timothy McGee, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Jethro Gibbs, original characters (McGee/DiNozzo, McGee/OFC, McGee/?)
Warnings: sexual content, werewolves, angst, slash
Summary: Ten drabbles inspired by music from my iPod while on shuffle
Track 01
SONG: "The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You" by My Chemical Romance
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tim McGee (McGee/Amanda)
McGee’s thumb hovered over the button that would delete her number from his phone forever.
Should he have been expecting this outcome? After all, she had been out of his league, hadn’t she? A nice, pretty grad student, at the right place and right time…too perfect. Had all of it been fake: the night they spent together, her smiles and laughs?
He snorted. Of course it was fake, genius. She threatened to shoot you! And Amanda probably would have, if Kai hadn’t killed her first. McGee supposed that might have meant he owed the former North Korean assassin one, if she herself hadn’t been killed.
Does it ever end? One death after another, how much longer until someone else on the team is killed?
He automatically stopped that train of thought in its tracks, because thinking like that was a bad idea. Better to just move on, and forget this incident had ever happened. His finger twitched, deleting the number and now that all physical traces of Amanda’s time in his life were gone. And yet McGee could have sworn that her presence was still with him – hot kisses against his neck and the feeling of a gun pressed into his stomach.
>>>>>
Track 02
SONG: "Pumpkin Soup" by Kate Nash
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee (McNozzo)
Tony DiNozzo had to be one of the most confusion men McGee had ever met in his life, and it was driving him up the wall.
One minute the senior agent was calling him names, then he was flirting with Ziva, and shortly thereafter Tony ended up making out with him in a stalled elevator. Honestly, it felt as if McGee had been swept up in a whirlwind, unsure as to whether he was still in Kansas or if he had finally crash-landed in Oz.
He didn’t even know if he and Tony were really going out or not. After all, there was more going on between them than just convenient make-out sessions at work. They occasionally shared dinner at each other’s apartments and had sex.
Was the reason they hadn’t gone on a date in public yet because Tony was still dating? McGee knew how much Tony liked women, but why wouldn’t he just tell him. What was he supposed to expect of this relationship, or were expectations just pointless?
Ignoring his co-workers’ stares, McGee started to beat his head on his desk, wondering how in the hell he had gotten into this mess in the first place.
>>>>>
Track 03
SONG: "Poker Face" by Lady GaGa
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee, Ziva
Ziva watched, eyes wide with alarm, as Douglas Solomon drew a revolver and pointed it straight at McGee’s head. The junior agent didn’t pull away or flinch, but continued to keep his expression neutral, if not bored.
“Now, for the last time, who do you work for?”
“NCIS! Please, we work for NCIS!”
Solomon ignored her, preferring to keep his focus on McGee. Making sure to have the other man’s undivided attention, he emptied the cylinder of all but one of the original six bullets, and then spun it while keeping his finger on the trigger.
“Do you feel lucky, sir?” McGee didn’t answer. “Well?”
“McGee, say something!”
“…No, I don’t.”
The mobster smirked. Ziva bit her lip, aware that McGee was trying to buy Tony and Gibbs time, but it already seemed too late; she had a bad feeling that only one of them would make it out of this situation alive.
She stared out of the large glass window in front of them, straight to the building across the street. Gibbs was supposed to be behind one of those windows in case something went wrong, preparing to take shot at Solomon. Tony had to be somewhere below them with back-up, ready to make an arrest. Despite guessing the whereabouts of the rest of the team, she didn’t feel better.
Solomon pulled the trigger. Ziva automatically jumped, but the sound of a gunshot never came.
“Strike one.” His smirked dimmed a bit when he noticed McGee’s demeanor hadn’t changed. “What’s the matter with you? Got a death wish?” He turned the gun on Ziva, and she saw panic briefly enter her partner’s eyes.
“Do you always talk this much or is it just for my benefit?” returned the agent, desperate to save her. “I never knew one man could be full of so much shit-”
Solomon snarled and fired again at McGee, only for the chamber to deny him a bullet. An uncharacteristically scornful look appeared on McGee’s face.
“What’s the matter? Can’t make a kill shot?”
Without warning, life became a blur of action as the window suddenly exploded and the sound of a gunshot made Ziva’s ears ring.
>>>>>
Track 04
SONG: "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Timothy McGee, ? (past McGee/?)
The redhead’s body was warm and sweaty as they pressed close on the dance floor. She looked up at him, and when their eyes met, he could suddenly see her writhing beneath him, and calling his name. With a grin, the woman took his hand and led him to a pool table, explaining that she didn’t know how to shoot a combo. He was more than happy to become her teacher. He helped her get a handle on the pool stick, resting his chin on her shoulder. The sweet scent of her hair made him dizzy.
McGee knew that his car stuck out like a sore thumb at a place like this, but discretion was pointless. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t know who had done it…
Her voice cracked and slurred as she attempted karaoke, but he was much too buzzed to care. Wasn’t like American Idol or anything.
He approached the car with his keys first. McGee had never really attempted vandalism before, so this was a new experience. He laid the ragged edge where the driver’s door was attached to the car and then slowly walked the length of the vehicle, using every bit of his strength. The scratch left behind made his heart pound from fear and excitement. Being bad had never felt so good, and revenge really was so sweet.
She fell against him, the alcohol on her breath strong enough to knock out a small animal; amazing, really, since all she had been able to get down were fruity drinks. When she took his hand and put it up her shirt, he knew exactly what she wanted.
Next was the knife, the sharpest McGee had been able to find. He hadn’t expected the tires to cut like butter, but they had been tougher than he thought. The exercise left him with a great feeling of accomplishment; seemed that going to the gym in his spare time had been worth it.
The cologne in the bathroom proved to be as strong as the woman’s breath, but he slapped it on anyway. Why not, since it only cost a couple of bucks?
Leaving his name carved in the leather seats may have been a bit much, but what the hell? Why not go all the way?
Tonight was his lucky night. The redhead was officially drunk off her cute ass and ready for some fun. It had been too easy, getting her to agree to sex. After all, he hadn’t agreed to that until a few months into the relationship, making sure to leave a trail of candles for him to follow after coming home from work. That had been a great night too…
McGee saved the best for last. As the baseball bat smashed into the headlights, he imagined it was his face there instead. McGee hoped that this would serve as a reminder of what can happen when you cheat on someone, or that this would save the next one a little trouble, but if he ever cheated again, it mostly certainly would not be on McGee.
>>>>>
Track 05
SONG: "The Walking Dead" by Spinnerette
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ziva, Tony
“Can you believe it?” Tony hissed in her ear. “After all this time we finally get to meet the mysterious Special Agent Thom Wolf!”
“I believe I can contain my excitement,” returned Ziva despite feeling as on edge as him. They had both heard stories about the agent, and were a little troubled by how eerily similar he and Gibbs supposedly were.
Special Agent Clara Macy either ignored their whispers or didn’t hear then as she led the pair deeper into D.C.’S Office of Special Projects. From what Ziva and Tony had been told earlier, Macy had been transferred to the east coast and made special agent in charge, with Thom Wolf as her senior field agent.
The main room caught the NCIS agents off guard. Almost every surface was covered by some type of screen, mostly displaying live feed.
“McGee would have loved this,” she murmured and Tony nodded, looking as sad as Ziva felt. Despite the fact that their partner had died a year ago, memories or mentions of him still brought pain.
“Alright, I need you to bring up Toby’s camera,” said a man who they hadn’t noticed before. He stood before the largest screen at the other end of the room. Beside him sat who Ziva supposed was their technical operator. He hit a few keys and the image of a blonde woman sitting at a café with a cup of coffee appeared.
“Got it boss.”
She and Tony exchanged glances. One of the many things they had heard about Wolf was that the members of his team addressed him as boss, just like Gibbs.
“Totally Twilight Zone,” he muttered.
“How do things look from your end, Toby?”
“Pretty good. I’m ready for when the target shows,” she replied, now holding a newspaper in front of her face.
“What about Reuben and Eli? Are they in position yet?”
“Yep, and I’ve got a great view,” said a man’s voice over the speakers. A second later a second image was added to the screen, showing a man with dark hair standing at an ATM. The picture flickered and suddenly they were looking right at him from the ATM’s camera. “If I have to stand here much longer, I think I’m gonna have to hack this thing. I can almost smell the money.”
“Try to contain yourself,” answered Wolf wryly. “How you holding up Eli?”
“P-pretty good boss. I’ve got everything set up to make the transaction.”
“You can do this Eli, just smile and relax. You’re not alone,” he assured the timid sounding woman. “Alright, the operation is a go. Let’s get our man.”
“Looks like you don’t need our help,” said Tony to Macy, looking a little confused. “So why are we here?”
“It’s complicated,” said Wolf, turning to face them. Ziva and Tony just stared, instantly recognizing the dead man, despite the five o’clock shadow and air of authority.
“McGee?”
>>>>>
Track 06
SONG: "Just The Way You Are" by Billy Joel
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
Tony guessed he only had himself to blame for McGee trying to change himself. Now that they were in a relationship after six years of working together, it was obvious that Tony’s previous jabs had made an impact on the other agent.
He had constantly commented on McGee’s weight, and now the man was leaner, something that Tony didn’t necessarily mind but a part of him did miss the extra weight. Then, of course, being considered green by the rest of the team had seriously affected McGee’s ego. Only recently had he started to show a bit of backbone, catching both Tony and Gibbs by surprise.
The greatest damage had been caused by the entire team, and that was directed towards McGee’s writing. Even Tony had to admit, once you got past the unoriginal names, he and Agent Tommy weren’t that similar at all. Tommy wanted Officer Lisa, and the real Tony already had what he wanted: Tim.
For the past few months, McGee’s precious typewriter had been gathering dust, and while Thom E. Gemcity blamed it on his workload, Tony knew it was a lot more than that. He knew that McGee was afraid to write another book incase there were anymore unforeseen consequences, which could lead to all of NCIS hating him. Plus, having Tony over almost 24/7 made it a little hard to concentrate.
One morning at breakfast, Tony caught McGee shooting the contraption lovey-dovey eyes, and the senior agent just sighed.
“How ‘bout I go to the movies and leave you two alone?”
McGee’s eyebrows shot up, confused.
“Huh?”
Instead of answering, he yanked his boyfriend to his feet and then marched him over to the desk.
“You,” said Tony, sitting McGee down. “Will spend the day writing whatever comes to your brilliant mind. I’m going to go to the movies to stay out of your way. Besides, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Alright?”
McGee didn’t say anything, just sat there and stared at the typewriter, as if he found being in it’s presence awkward, like running into an ex and her new boyfriend. Tony almost thought the entire thing was pointless, but when he went to close the apartment door behind him, the first tentative sounds of keys clacking reached his ears.
He smiled – it was nice to know that some things would never change.
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Track 07
SONG: "What's This" by Flyleaf
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
Nothing made Christmas better than snow. Tony and McGee had taken their vacation together, deciding to go to a cabin that McGee’s parents rented in the mountains. It wasn’t as if neither of them had even seen it before, but seeing it together, alone, made it all that more special.
The snowball fight was pretty brutal, but only because they didn’t have to hold anything back, especially when McGee managed to know Tony over with a snowball. Tony, ever the drama queen, demanded that the junior agent kiss it better, an order McGee wasn’t about to disobey. That single kiss of course led to more, and soon they had both returned to the cabin. That first night was spent christening the bed.
The tree they had brought in was a bit on the scrawny side, leading Tony to give it the affectionate nickname “Charlie” which McGee couldn’t help but laugh at. As they decorated it, Tony put on some music, and McGee managed to endure several hours of Frank Sinatra on repeat before distracting his boyfriend with sex.
The rest of the vacation passed much too quickly for their liking. Before either of them knew it, Tony and McGee were back on a plane to D.C. where they had to use absolute discretion. To McGee’s surprise, Tony kissed him in the office elevator and promised that next Christmas, they’d get to be themselves again.
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Track 08
SONG: "Warning Sign" by Coldplay
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee (McNozzo)
Tim McGee should have seen this coming, really. How long had he dreamed about fucking Tony? Weeks? Months? Years?
He drummed his fingers on the coffee cup, wondering if he was turning this problem into a mountain from a molehill. It had been just a nip, nothing too serious. Surely he had bitten Abby while they had been in the middle of sex, and nothing had come of that. This was no different, just a minor fling.
Damn it, this can’t be happening…I’ve always managed to be so careful…
Even though he was sitting in the kitchen, McGee’s keen ears picked up the sounds of someone stirring in the bedroom. Tony was awake now, and whether or not he remembered last nights activities remained to be seen.
What happens if you did mark him? Tony’s not exactly the marrying type, even like this…
Speak of the devil. When McGee’s partner stumbled into the doorway, looking so sleepy and awkward, he immediately felt the bond between them. And there was the mark, right where he vaguely remembered it would be. The stupid thing was on Tony’s shoulder, large and impressive looking, obviously more canine than human.
Despite the fact that Tony was now his mate, McGee suddenly felt more alone than he had his entire werewolf life.
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Track 09
SONG: "Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: McGee, Stray Cat (McGee/OFC)
She knew drinking wasn’t the way end the workday, but what could she do? Tomorrow Cat would wrap things up, and then head to wherever the agency needed her next. Already the woman was considering where her next job might be, when he sat down next to her.
Cat could practically smell law enforcement on him, although he looked more like he belonged in a dark room playing video games for a living.
“I like your coat,” she said before she could stop herself.
He blinked at her. “Uh…thanks.”
“I mean it,” Cat continued. “It’s very stylish, like you’re a detective from an old movie or something.” That managed to earn a smile from the man. Now that she stopped rambling, Cat realized she had consumed much more alcohol than she originally thought. She tried to get off the stool, only to trip and fall…and found herself in his arms…very nice arms. “Nice catch.”
“Thanks. I’m McGee…Tim McGee.”
Cat giggled. “Shears…Sally Shears.”
Tim raised an eyebrow, and some sober part of her mind wondered if he got the reference.
“Do you need a cab? I could call one for you.”
“You have nice eyes,” she said, completely ignoring the offer. “Green’s my favorite color.”
“Th-thanks.” He blushed. Then he realized that he was still holding her, and helped Cat to her feet. “I’ll get that cab.”
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The trip between the bar and hotel room was a totally blur, but the moment that door was closed, Cat pounced. Tim protested at first, but his chivalry weakened until it died completely. Clothes were torn and buttons flew as they made their way into the bedroom.
Cat had sensed that he wasn’t the kind of guy to have one-night stands, a trait she admired. It also made her feel a little guilty, seeing as after tonight their paths would never cross again.
She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but even she realized that Tim was special. He made love to her, strong and slow, like a true gentleman. The more he kissed her, the more Cat wanted to stay like this, a feeling she had never experienced before.
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The next morning, McGee woke up in a bare hotel room, the scent of a woman and sex still lingering in the air and on his skin. Later, after going home to get a shower and new clothes, he’d go to work and find out that some corrupt politician had been assassinated.
Stray Cat, a woman with more passports and aliases than any law allowed, sat in a terminal in D.C. waiting for a plane that would take her to Prague. The weapon she had used to dispatch the target was gone, at the bottom of a river. Already the mercenary had convinced herself that the previous night was a fluke, just a onetime thing.
Neither of them could ever imagine that more than a simple twist of fate was in store for them.
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Track 10
SONG: "Bad Things" by Jace Everett
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tony, McGee (McNozzo)
“Aw, c’mon McGee!” Tony wheedled. “I want to see!”
“No.”
“Please? Is it like Van Helsing where the skin comes right off, or is it more like, you know-”
“Don’t. Besides, how many times do I have to tell you: there’s no such thing as vampires!”
Tony pouted as McGee stalked past him into the bedroom. They had been ‘dating’ for a little over two months now, and he still hadn’t seen McGee’s fuzzier side. It was like the poor guy was embarrassed or something.
Hmm…
He snuck behind McGee as the other man was putting his coat up in the closet. Without any delay, Tony slipped his hand into the front of McGee’s pants. As if he’d been stung by a taser, McGee jumped a foot in the air.
“Tony! What the hell do you thing you’re doing?!”
“Right now? Getting you flustered, but-” Tony licked McGee’s ear, enjoying the tremble. “I hope to do much more.”
“S-stop! Gibbs didn’t give us the night off to mess around; he did it so we’d be well rested to pick-up where we left off on the case tomorrow.”
“I’ll make sure you get plenty of rest McTeacher’s Pet, after we have some fun.” He put his hands on McGee’s shoulders and turned him around so that they could face each other. His fellow agent looked less than amused, but Tony just gave him a grin. He started to slide down, smirking as McGee’s eyes got wider and wider, before stopping once he came face to face with his zipper.
“I’m serious, this really isn’t the time!”
“That’s funny, because this is telling me a different story.”
Tony yanked the zipper down and McGee’s jaws audibly snapped shut, eyes closed. Ignoring the button entirely, he grabbed the belt loops and tugged the pants all the way to McGee’s ankles. Even with the boxers, Tony could tell that McGee was impressive. He couldn’t help but mentally Gibbs-slap himself – he had spent a month in denial instead of being with McGee, where he was supposed to be, and Tony promised himself that he would never let his mate down like that ever again.
McGee stumbled backwards, unintentionally placing himself into a corner that Tony was more than happy to keep him in. Seeing the opportunity, he swooped in and disposed of the boxers, leaving his precious McGeek completely exposed.
Tony licked his lips then glanced up to see what kind of effect he was having. McGee’s breathing had become increasingly ragged. When he finally opened his eyes, he stared down at him. The normal green had been replaced by luminescent yellow, with elliptical pupils. The sight sent a shiver down Tony’s spine.
Mine. All mine…
His phone rang, followed shortly by McGee’s.
For a moment they just froze, as if ignoring the intrusion would cause it to go away.
“How…how much do you…wanna bet…that’s Gibbs?” panted McGee. Tony’s attention whipped from the offending device back to his mate.
“A blowjob?” he asked, hopeful.