McGee sat at his desk typing so quickly that his fingers barely touched the keyboard. He had been glued to his computer for pretty much three days straight. After his date with Gibbs that finally ended with them in Gibbs’ bed things had gotten crazy at work. He had spent Sunday at Gibbs’ house in bed most of the day. The two of them feeding each other, playfully tormenting each other, and having sex so many times that McGee found himself not able to sit properly on Monday.
When they came in on Monday things were slow as they had been the last few weeks. He was looking forward to the end of the shift so that he could drag Gibbs back to his apartment to give his own bed a workout. Tony had finally gotten his cast removed and was practically bouncing off the walls with joy. He would finally be able to go out and get laid. He had already called up a woman he knew that was guaranteed to want to have a good time. He said he wanted tonight to be easy and he’d put in more effort later.
McGee had just rolled his eyes but Ziva had to get him started by teasing him with nonexistent possibilities. Abby emerged from the elevator with Ducky and Palmer. The energetic tech strolled over to Tony’s desk and presented him with cupcakes in the shape of a leg in a cast. Tony had laughed in delight at the gesture and they finished off their shift eating the cupcakes. McGee wondered why Gibbs was taking so long with the Director. He was missing everything.
They had just started to gather their belongings when Gibbs emerged looking angry. He walked briskly to his desk ignoring Abby’s question of whether he wanted a cupcake. He logged onto his computer as he announced that plans were cancelled and that they had an important case. Tony whined about not being able to go out, but Gibbs just ignored him. The mood was more somber as everyone went back to their stations. The cupcake leg being left on Tony’s desk.
When everyone became settled Gibbs went over the details of the case. A high ranking Marine named Corporal Leonard Miller had gotten into an argument, with his twenty something son, and hadn’t heard anything from him in a week. The Corporal believed his son, one Tyler Miller, could be in danger since he tended to be involved with special op’s missions. So Gibbs’ team had been volunteered to investigate. Time was of the essence in this case mainly because they had the big wigs breathing down their necks. So thus had started the case that was now dragging into day three of investigating.
McGee had been trying to find some sort of money trail. Tyler Miller was a big spender but after having argued with his father the money just stopped. He knew he was missing something he just wasn’t sure what. Tony had been given the task of interviewing all of the kid’s friends and tended to be gone most of the day. He was one of those social types who knew practically everyone.
Ziva was given the task of tracking down all previous residences’ and any forwarding information. That was also taking forever since he moved a few times a year. Abby analyzed anything they could find and helped McGee on occasion. Ducky had offered to help with anything but pretty much had to sit this one out. That was unless of course they found a body. McGee was the only one working at the moment.
Tony and Ziva had finished their tasks with no new leads. They were currently waiting for Gibbs to return from speaking with the Director to ask what they should do next. Gibbs stormed into the room only stopping when he reached his desk. He looked at Tony and Ziva before exploding. “Why are you two just sitting around? It better be because you’ve found Tyler Miller!”
Tony spoke up since he had more experience dealing with Gibbs’ temper. McGee watched out of the corner of his eye as he typed. “Boss, we came back to report. I haven’t found anything useful. His friends say that he was known to go from friend to friend. He really never had a set pattern or a set of career goals to accomplish. None of them have any idea where he could be. The one thing they did say is that he will show up sooner or later. He always does.” Gibbs just gave the other man a stony stare.
Ziva spoke up next. “I’ve interviewed all of his previous landlords and none of them have a forwarding address. I also checked with the post office and they have all of his mail being held there until he picks it up. It is a previous longstanding arrangement. He moved around too frequently to keep forwarding his mail. Even those at the post office knew him to be a public moth.” That got a few strange looks. Even McGee stopped typing for a moment before Tony got what she meant and frowned.
“That’s social butterfly.” Ziva just shook her head and waved if off with a hand. “Whatever.” McGee returned to his typing as Tony turned back to Gibbs. “Boss maybe we should just let this kid come back home on his own. His friends said he does this thing all the time. His father just didn’t know about it because he was away at school.” Silence reigned for a tense moment.
“What if he doesn’t come back DiNozzo? What if this is the one time he has been abducted and is being tortured as we speak.” Gibbs voice was getting louder with each word. “Are you going to be the one to tell his father why we are bringing back a corpse? We have a job to do DiNozzo. We were assigned to find Corporal Miller’s son and we’re going to finish the job. Now get back out there and find out something before I break your leg again myself! Maybe then some work will actually get done around here!”
Tony practically scooted away from Gibbs and grabbed his coat at a quick walk. “Sure thing, Boss. See you later.” Gibbs then looked to Ziva who was still sitting idle. “Do I need to dial the phone for you? Get me some information!” McGee looked down as he saw Gibbs turn in his direction. Even knowing it was coming he still jumped at the shout. “McGee!” He looked up as Gibbs stalked over to stand in front of him. “Yes, Boss.” Gibbs glared at him. “Have you found anything?”
McGee tried not to cringe. “No, Boss. There is no money trail. I did however see some odd money transfers from a different bank. I’m trying to hack their server but it’s going to take some time.” Gibbs started to stalk off toward the back of the office. “You have an hour.” McGee was horrified. He called to Gibbs’ retreating back. “Boss, I need more time. There is no way I can hack this in only an hour.” Gibbs stopped mid-step and then walked back to McGee’s desk calmly.
McGee paled at the look on his face. ‘Okay bad move Tim. Don’t ever question an order when he’s ticked. You should know that by now.’ Gibbs leaned down into his personal space. “You have an hour McGee.” A slight nod was enough for Gibbs to back away and leave the room. Immediately McGee got to his feet and headed to Abby’s lab. With Abby’s help he just barely made the deadline and they had a new suspect to question. The only trouble was that their suspect a Mr. Rex Winston was a jet setting oil tycoon and he was currently in Las Vegas.
That was how all of them found themselves on a plane going to sin city. Tony was excited despite the fact he wouldn’t be able to gamble, Ziva was annoyed at the cramped space they had to endure, and lucky guy that he was he was seated right between them. The trip was not a short one. When they finally arrived they had just enough time to drop off their stuff in their joint hotel room before they headed out to track down Rex Winston. It didn’t take long since he was using a credit card at one of the many local gambling establishments.
The team walked into a private game with a flash of their badges and were greeted by the sight of Tyler Miller sitting on Rex Winston’s lap. The dealer looked toward the group. “I’m sorry but this is a private game.” Tony already had his badge out. “NCIS. We’re here to take the kid home.” Their previous suspect scoffed at that and squeezed the young man on his lap. “Tyler is old enough to be here. I know he looks young but he’s over twenty one. Aren’t ya darlin’?” Tyler Miller just smiled before giving him a gentle peck on the cheek.
“They aren’t here because of that.” He looked to them with a raised brow. “You’re here because of my dad, right? He’s so paranoid.” McGee decided to elaborate. “Your father was worried and hired us to find you.” The kid shook his head in disgust. “He’s so controlling. He wonders why I don’t like to be around him.” He looked back toward Rex Winston. “Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my dad so he stops freaking out.” The oil tycoon shifted until he could hand over his phone. “Of course darlin’, but first if you would.”
The kid smiled and blew on the dice before dialing a number. Rex Winston won the play just as the phone picked up on the other end. “Dad, yeah it’s Tyler. Would you stop freaking out? I know I didn’t tell you were I was going. I wanted to get away for awhile. That’s the whole point.” There was silence as his father spoke. “Yeah, I know you did. Their right in front of me. That is the reason I’m calling you.” Another pause as the young man rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Okay fine. I’ll be home by the end of the week. Yeah, bye.” He flipped the phone closed and looked at the agents.
“It’s all settled. Sorry about that. I didn’t think my dad would freak so much.” Surprisingly Gibbs was the one to speak. “He wouldn’t be worried if you would tell him where you are.” The young man just shrugged. “He didn’t care all the years I was in school, so why should he start now.” No one commented and the team followed Gibbs out when he left. Tony looked back once they were out of the private room. “I wonder if Corporal Miller knows that his son is gay.”
Gibbs looked back at Tony as they left the building and headed toward the car. “I don’t know, but no one is going to tell him. That’s none of our business.” Tony nodded easily and climbed into the front seat. “Of course Boss, I was just curious.” They all got settled and buckled in. Gibbs was driving after all. Tony continued speaking once he was ready. “Boss, when do we head back?” The rental’s engine came to life. “Tomorrow morning.” Even in the dark of the car McGee could see Tony pout.
“Ah, man. I wanted to gamble a little. Maybe take in a show or meet some chorus girls.” Gibbs pulled onto the road and headed toward the hotel. “Do that on your own time DiNozzo. This is work not a vacation.” Tony pouted slightly before moving on and filling the car with light chatter. They reached the hotel in no time and all of them piled into the room. There was a few minutes of arguing over bed assignment. McGee couldn’t care less although the idea of sleeping next to Gibbs could pose some problems. He didn’t want to wake up hard the next day in front of his teammates.
Ziva on the other hand flat out refused to share a bed with Tony. For several reasons. Gibbs finally got annoyed and barked out bed assignments. Then everyone had to share the bathroom. Tony took forever in the shower and Ziva complained about the lack of hot water when she emerged from the room. Tony just grinned and continued to flip through the limited cable channels. Gibbs didn’t comment but just showered anyway.
McGee went last but just cleaned up. They would just have to deal with him being stinky. There was no way he could take a cold shower this late. He would be up for hours afterward. When he emerged Tony had settled on some movie, Ziva was already in the other bed buried under the blankets, and Gibbs was sound asleep on his makeshift bed on the floor. McGee climbed into bed next to Tony and turned his back on him to get some rest.
He was shaken awake what felt like moments later by Tony. He was getting ready to yell at him to leave him alone when he spoke. “Rise and shine Probie. It’s time to go home.” When McGee didn’t respond Tony bounced on the bed and yanked down the covers. “Tony stop.” He knew he sounded like a child but dang it he was still sleepy. It wasn’t until Gibbs barked an order that he felt awake. “DiNozzo! McGee! Get a move on!” McGee stumbled out of bed to see Gibbs and Ziva dressed and ready to leave.
He moved to get dressed but Tony jumped off the bed to speed into the bathroom. A “Too slow Probie” sounding as the door shut. McGee looked blearily at Gibbs and spied the coffee. “Where?” His head nodded toward the cup. “Downstairs in the lobby.” Gibbs approached with another paper cup. “Ziva got one for you and Tony.” McGee grabbed the cup and nodded his thanks to the woman. Ziva just waved it off. They did take turns but he tended to be the one to get the coffee. Tony emerged sometime later and McGee got ready to leave. He was not looking forward to yet another plane ride squeezed between Heckle and Jeckle.
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McGee followed Gibbs into his house. They had arrived in town just a few hours ago and Gibbs had offered to give McGee a ride home. That had actually been for everyone else’s benefit as he had headed straight home once in the car. Gibbs had given him a cursory look when he passed where he would normally turn to go to McGee’s apartment. That look was translated as “Would you like to go to my place?” McGee had been hoping for something like that from the start so he just nodded and continued to lounge against the headrest.
They dropped their luggage in the entryway and moved into the living room. Gibbs flopped down on the coach immediately and McGee moved into the kitchen to get them a beer. They had become comfortable enough in each other’s presence that they were practically already living together. McGee had barely been home the last few weeks. Just long enough to get some clothes and his toothbrush. Going back into the living room McGee came to stand behind Gibbs before handing him a beer.
He set his own on the end table and settled his hands on Gibbs’ shoulders. He started to massage the tense muscles, smiling as he heard a groan escape the other man. “Tim, you don’t have to. I know you’re tired.” McGee just continued the gentle motions. “I know. I want to. You’ve been so stressed the last couple of days.” McGee continued until all of the knots had been worked out of Gibbs’ shoulders before pulling away and joining him on the coach.
He settled against Gibbs’ side and accepted his beer from Gibbs. The atmosphere was so comfortable he almost drifted off to sleep. Gibbs’ speaking brought him back to awareness. “I’m sorry Tim.” McGee looked up in shock. Gibbs was apologizing. ‘I never thought I would see the day.’ He gulped slightly to get saliva back into his mouth. “What for?” Gibbs looked straight ahead as though he couldn’t bear to look at McGee. “I’ve been really hard on all of you. I shouldn’t have yelled. The Director was all over me and then when I found out you had nothing. I just lost it. I hate my temper sometimes.”
McGee let his hand stroke down Gibbs’ chest soothingly. “It’s alright. When you yell at us it gets us moving. It helps to motivate us. I know I work harder when you’re angry. The others do too because we want to please you. Make you proud of us. I’m not saying I agree with everything you’ve done, but sometimes it’s you biting at our heels that saves lives.” Gibbs looked at him and kissed his cheek. His mood was already lightening. “You shouldn’t make excuses for me.”
McGee laughed slightly as he snuggled closer. “Why not when it’s the truth?” Gibbs shook his head and gently connected their lips. McGee suddenly felt his body heat rise. “Jethro, I have an idea.” Apparently Gibbs recognized the look because he shook his head. “Oh no, I’m not up for that tonight.” Sounding a little more sincere he continued. “Maybe tomorrow before work.” McGee just smiled and ignored him. “It’s something that you would just need to sit back and relax. I haven’t done it in awhile so I’m probably horrible at it, but I still would like to try.”
Not elaborating more than that he watched Gibbs watching him in confusion as he moved away. The confused look replaced by one of surprise then arousal as McGee knelt on the floor between Gibbs’ legs. McGee kept their gazes connected as he unbuttoned then unzipped Gibbs’ pants. He let his hand settle over the already hardening member. He decided to play for a bit and let his hand stroke the member through Gibbs’ underwear.
Gibbs’ eyes fell to half mast as he started to become firmer under the gentle manipulation. McGee kept up this pattern until Gibbs was fully erect. Then leaning down he started to mouth at the erection through the cloth. He let his eyes drop down when he lowered his head, but wasn’t surprised when he felt Gibbs’ hand settle on top of his head. The big hand carded through his hair but didn’t try to guide him. He let his mouth and tongue play everywhere until the fabric was wet.
He then dipped lower until he was sure to stroke over the head. He knew he succeeded when Gibbs’ hips came up off the couch. McGee pulled back a moment later and slowly pushed the drenched boxers down past Gibbs’ arousal. Using gentle hands he maneuvered the erection free of the cloth before starting up a stroking. Leaning down he used the tip of his tongue to trace around the base of Gibbs’ member. He moved his hand up higher to stroke near the tip and then bathed the sides of Gibbs’ erection with broad swipes of his tongue.
He kept up the stroking but abandoned the member to move down to the heavy sacks underneath. He nosed them gently before using his tongue to draw one into his mouth. He gently sucked on it before releasing it and giving the same attention to its mate. The grip on his head was tighter but still didn’t try to guide. He could hear the noises Gibbs was trying to restrain and was glad that he was doing something right. It had been a very long time.
Releasing the other sack he lifted up again and swiped his tongue over the head of Gibbs’ erection once even as his hand still stroked. McGee savored the taste. ‘No one has ever tasted this good. I could be biased, of course, since I’ve never loved any of the other men I’ve been with.’ McGee decided not to overanalyze the thought as he let his lips wrap around the head of Gibbs’ erection. He moved his hand down again as he swept his tongue all over the sensitive area.
He could tell Gibbs was getting close and decided that he wanted more until he finished. He relaxed his throat and started to move downward. He looked up at Gibbs’ again to see that his eyes were closed and his head was pressed back against the couch. McGee smiled as best he could and continued down. He rested his hand at the base as he started an up and down motion. He let his tongue play against Gibbs’ member in the limited space. The muscle taking in the texture of the veins and creases of soft skin.
Finally McGee decided to end his torment and let him finish. He went down again only this time he removed his hand and took Gibbs down his throat. He shuddered in pleasure when he took in the musty scent of the pubic hair his nose was currently buried in. He could feel it scratch at his chin as he swallowed around his lover’s member. Gibbs cried out, his hand tightening, as he tried to hold back.
McGee wasn’t sure of his reasons, but he was determined to make him come. He started to hum as he swallowed twice in succession. It was Gibbs’ undoing and in a moments time his mouth was flooded by salty fluid. McGee pulled back slightly so that he could swallow it down comfortably. He pulled back until he was about halfway to the head of Gibbs’ member and sucked hard to draw out his orgasm.
‘I’m so glad we go tested. I wouldn’t be able to taste him if we were still using condoms.’ The testing had been done on Monday during their lunch break. They had gotten the results back the next evening. McGee was glad they had done it that day considering how busy they got with work over the next few days. It was obvious though that was the next step when they had run out of condoms on the previous Sunday. I guess denying yourself does have its benefits.
The hand on his head loosened its grip and started to pet his hair. He gentled the suction and pulled away when no more semen left the now softening member. His tongue darted out to gently swipe anyway any remaining evidence of Gibbs’ release. Making sure to be careful knowing that the skin of his member was going to be sensitive. When done he looked up to see Gibbs fighting to keep his eyes open. McGee stood up and gently maneuvered Gibbs so that he was lying stretched out.
Gibbs protested slightly saying that he needed to take care of McGee’s own arousal. McGee just shushed him and started to undress his lover. He left Gibbs naked on the couch when done and went upstairs. He returned shortly with night clothes, a pillow, and a blanket. After some more maneuvering and a sleepily protesting Gibbs he was finally done. McGee smiled at the sleeping man before turning off the light and heading to bed.
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The next morning McGee headed downstairs to make them some breakfast. He made sure to be quiet as he walked through the living room and confirmed that Gibbs’ was still asleep. Continuing on his way he made it to the kitchen and started up a big breakfast. They had work in a few hours but they should still have plenty of time to eat. He already had a plate of French toast done, the bacon cooling on another plate, and the table set as he started the eggs. He knew already from a few occasions where they ate breakfast together that Gibbs only liked scrambled eggs, so he didn’t need to ask Gibbs what type of eggs he would like before preparing them.
Once they were done he was going to wake up the other man and surprise him with breakfast. He moved away from the eggs to heat up some syrup in the microwave. As he filled the container he got some on his hands and started the microwave one handed as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. He moved to the sink and had just finished washing his hands when a weight settled against his back. “Good morning Tim.” McGee reached for the cloth and dried his hands. “Good morning Jethro.” At this he turned and gave a mock pout.
“You ruined the surprise. I was going to wake you up and tell you I made us breakfast.” Gibbs raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m still surprised. It smells wonderful.” McGee smiled and went to move past him to get the juice. Gibbs moved in closer and McGee found himself stuck. He looked over his shoulder quizzically. “Jethro, can I move please? I need to get the juice. Plus the eggs will be done any minute.” Gibbs ignored that and changed the subject.
“What you did last night was really something. I mean taking care of me, in more ways than one, and not asking for anything in return. Then I wake up and your making us breakfast.” McGee just shrugged feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s not a big deal. I like taking care of you. It’s what boyf…I mean what people that do what we do…do?” McGee looked forward as his embarrassment just increased. Gibbs leaned forward until he was speaking softly in McGee’s ear.
“You mean what lover’s do for one another. Yeah, I agree. That’s why I plan on showing my thanks. I like to take care of my lover too.” McGee had a warm feeling in his chest when Gibbs referred to them as lovers. It was nice to know where he stood. He gasped a second later when Gibbs pressed him against the counter and McGee could feel the clear outline of Gibbs’ erection. ‘He can’t be serious. Now?’
He shuddered as Gibbs’ started to thrust against him. His big hands framing the sink helping to bracket McGee in place. “Jethro we can’t. The eggs are going to burn and the food is going to get cold.” Gibbs moved one hand to the waistband of his pajama bottoms and gently started to pull them down. McGee tried to stop him but his hand was just swatted away gently. So next he tried reason. “Jethro we don’t have anything to make this easier. We should just wait and go upst…”
McGee blinked at the bottle of lubricant Gibbs set down on the counter. “You planned this!” Gibbs chuckled against his neck as he pushed down his boxers and pushed himself into the crease of McGee’s backside. “I told you I wanted to take care of you. I planned ahead.” Gibbs thrust gently letting their skin become sensitized from the friction. McGee couldn’t help the moan that escaped and apparently Gibbs saw that as a sign to move forward. He concluded this when in the next instant he had a finger working his body open.
In the process of being stretched McGee found his hips being canted outward slightly so that thankfully his member wasn’t crushed. His hands tried to find purchase gripping the counter but he had no success. Eventually he moved them to the front of the sink. His hands framing the spicket. He moaned loudly, his knees trembling, when he felt Gibbs push inward with one solid motion. A grunt sounded from behind and to the left as Gibbs started to thrust against McGee.
His hips were stabilized by the hard hands of his lover and he could feel the head of his erection lightly smacking the rounded edge of the counter. It didn’t really hurt as the motion was sporadic, but it added a small amount of extra sensation. The steady thrusting continued until McGee could feel his toes curling against the worn linoleum floor. There was suddenly a loud beeping noise and he turned to see that a smoke detector had been activated from the now burning eggs. ‘Did Jethro notice?’ He tried to warn him.
“Jethro, the eggs they…uh…they…the smoke…detech…” His voice rose up an octave on tech and he found he couldn’t try anymore. This felt too good. Apparently though Gibbs did understand what he was getting at. “Don’t worry…about it.” McGee nodded to show he understood but said no more. This felt so good but he needed more. Not thinking he moved one hand down to stroke his erection. Gibbs grabbed McGee’s hand and put it back where it was.
He stopped moving and McGee whimpered. The other man’s breath was hot against his ear as he tried not to move. “No Tim. I get to decide when you come. It’s my turn to take care of you. Besides you probably touched yourself last night after I fell asleep.” McGee blushed to the tips of his ears and bowed his head. Gibbs gave a heated puff of a laugh. “You did touch yourself. It was in my bed too, wasn’t it?” McGee didn’t respond but he didn’t need to. Gibbs knew he was right. It was clear from the tone of his voice.
“I bet you laid upstairs on my bed and put your face against my pillow as you stroked yourself. Did you think about the times we’ve had sex in that bed? How I made you scream? Did you think about how much you want my cock again? Huh? Tell me.” Gibbs started thrusting again but it was shallow. McGee knew right away it was meant to entice but not to finish the job.
He was embarrassed but he couldn’t deny that Gibbs’ questions also increased his ardor. “Yes” he said shakily. Gibbs gave a hard thrust lifting McGee onto the tips of his toes before going back to the shallow thrusting. “Yes, what.” McGee could practically feel the evil grin. “Yes, I did those things, and yes I want your cock. Right now.” He sobbed softly in tormented bliss. “Please.” The thrusting stopped for a moment and McGee cried out in frustration.
Gibbs moved his right hand from McGee’s hip and gripped the back of his thigh. He lifted the leg up and held it there before he spoke again. “All you had to do was ask.” The next thrust was forceful and went much deeper than any of the previous ones. McGee cried out in bliss and scrambled against his hold on the sink. He leaned forward over the sink needing the support and tried to push back onto Gibbs’ erection.
He stopped a moment later though when he realized not only was the angle bad, but Gibbs was thrusting too quickly for him to keep up with. McGee felt his body stretching even more at the deeper thrusts and his now rock hard erection was constantly banging into the counter. He felt Gibbs pull his leg up and back a little more. The new position pulled him even more open and allowed Gibbs to push in even deeper. That coupled with the continuing forceful slams to his prostate brought him to climax.
He screamed into the sink as his body spasmed. He could feel his release splashing against the counter cabinets but couldn’t be bothered to care. The thrusting continued until he had nothing left and small tremors had started to wrack his frame. It was only at this point that Gibbs stilled and he could feel the heated liquid fill his body. He unconsciously squeezed around the erection wanting to keep as much of Gibbs’ release as he could inside of him.
He always felt closer to Gibbs right after they had sex. It was a way to have that feeling longer. Gibbs stopped moving and settled against his back. Gentle kisses started to trace his hairline as Gibbs let himself recover. In far too soon a time Gibbs pulled away and gently pulled McGee’s pajama bottoms back up. He moved to McGee’s left side so that he could pull him into an embrace and kiss him briefly.
When he pulled away McGee was a little more recovered. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll clean up down here?” McGee was still too breathless to argue and shakily made his way upstairs. By the time he came back downstairs the kitchen was spotless and breakfast was on the table. McGee took what had become his seat at the table and dug in to the reheated food.
He ate his eggs first, laughing internally at the thought of how burned the other ones must look. He looked up at Gibbs eating just as heartily. “Thank you for the eggs.” Gibbs looked over and smiled around the edge of his juice glass. “Thank you for making breakfast.” McGee knew that he could get used to this whole taking care of each other business and he had a feeling that Gibbs felt the same way.
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It was just an ordinary day in the DC area. The weather, although getting colder, was still mild. People were milling about doing different things. It was a workday so most of the bustle was employees trying to avoid tardiness. The stream of traffic and muffle of voices setting the soundtrack for the midmorning. Suddenly the atmosphere was shattered. There were people running for the park. Shouting to each other about things that didn’t make sense.
Police sirens filled the air as traffic parted for half the police in the city. All of them headed for the park. The bystanders who wanted to know what was causing all the commotion soon went to the park themselves. What they were greeted with was a large metal object. It was spherical in nature and there were beings in front of the object that didn’t look human. It could have all been a joke, a prank, but if that was the case why were the police surrounding the strange beings with weapons at the ready.
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McGee had only just gotten to work and settled in when someone shouted for everyone to turn on the news. Tony turned on the TV and they braced for what they would see. McGee didn’t know about the rest of them but a terrorist attack was the first thing to come to his mind. What he did see caused him to blink. He looked to Tony and Ziva to see similar expressions. Tony spoke what everyone was thinking. “Is this some sort of joke?”
Tony turned the volume up more as others also gathered around the TV. The female reporter made them a little uneasy with her own eagerness over the story. “We are still trying to discover what these beings could want. At first this was believed to be a prank, but that has been proved false. Not only by the military showing up but by reports of these beings landing in each continent all over the world.
What we do know is this. They are all close to the leaders of that continent and all appear to be of the same race. We’ll report with further information as it becomes available.” The scene was minimized but stayed rolling in the upper right hand corner. They went back to the news room to talk with an Extraterrestrial expert. That was the cue for the agents to go back to their desks.
McGee saw that Gibbs was now with them and wondered how far into the report he came in. The elevator doors opened and a hyper Abby burst into the office. “Have you guys seen the news?” At the nods she continued her hands emphasizing her words. “Isn’t it awesome? I always knew there were more beings in the universe then just us. Also look at them! They look just like the Area 51 photos that have been circulated. They are just taller and their heads looks a little skinnier. I wonder if there here to make peace or if there here for revenge.”
Tony lifted a hand to stop her rant. “Abby this is probably just some prank. It’s probably somebody advertising a new movie or something.” Abby wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know Tony. I mean even the military is involved.” Tony lifted a finger. “Ah, or actors dressed as military personnel.” Abby gave him a disbelieving look before coming over to McGee’s desk and hopping up on the edge closest to the wall. Their relationship was brief but they still maintained a close comfort level.
He looked to Gibbs to make sure he wasn’t mad and wasn’t surprised to see him reading a paper. Abby was like a daughter to him and he saw her as the furthest thing possible from competition. Never mind the fact that they were exes. Tony was getting ready to defend his case when Ducky walked in with Palmer. The two worked together yes, but McGee was starting to wonder if more was going on with them then met the eye. They were practically attached at the hip lately.
Ducky spoke when he was within ear range. “Have you all seen the news?” Tony indicated the TV and Ducky nodded. “Ah, I see you have. I can’t believe this is actually happening. I remember once when I was in Africa there was a tribe in the Northern region that believed on a certain date that alien overlords would come upon us and make us their slaves. Now of course they believed them to be Gods, but our team knew they would have to be aliens.”
Palmer did the thing that all of them were trying to avoid. He asked a question. “Dr. Mallard, when did you go to Africa?” Ducky seemed pleased at the question. He really did love to tell his stories. They liked them it’s just that Ducky could go on forever if you didn’t stop him. “Oh, I’ve been to Africa several times. It’s a very interesting place. There was this one tribe that always…”
Tony jumped off his desk and interrupted. “Oh, it’s on. Sorry Ducky.” As he said this he turned up the volume. “…the aliens have announced that they wish to be recorded for the world to see. The military has decided however to take evasive actions, as we still don’t know their intentions.” The camera kept rolling as the military tried to move closer. They only got a few feet before hitting an invisible barrier.
“It would seem that they have erected some sort of force field.” The soldiers were given orders and they opened fire. The bullets didn’t ricochet as the team feared but actually sank into the force field. The camera zoomed in and they watched as the bullets seemed to vibrate before literally shaking apart into tiny pieces. “It seems that bullets are going to have no effect on the force field but it makes you wonder if stronger we…”
An alien interrupted her report. It was speaking in English but it seemed like some of the words echoed. “We have told you we mean you no harm. We have come to help and yet you attack us. Enough.” A gust of wind emanated from the being and everything metal dissolved just like the bullets had previously. That included the vehicles parked a few feet away. Soldiers in tanks suddenly found themselves sitting in a metal rubble pile.
“We have come to warn you. There is a parasitic race that has been infecting other planets. Many have fallen. We only survived by making a device that would kill their species before they could take over our whole planet. We have been hunting them ever since and have been causing their numbers to dwindle. This mission has been ours for many a year, but now we have finally caught up to the last of their race. We travel with others and one similar to your species has volunteered to show you what is happening on your planet as we speak.”
A hatch opened on the ship and someone approached the alien. “This being does appear to be similar to us in species.” The camera zoomed in and except for some scales and different eyes the creature did look human. The tall alien held up a vial with a blue liquid. It was a deep color that had flecks that shimmered in the sunlight. “The way they take over is by selecting one or two males in each of your cities and then forcing them to drink a vial.
This liquid contains the makeup of one of their species. When it is introduced into another living being it uses them as host and takes over their bodies. The original being’s consciousness is still inside their body but they are no longer in control of their actions. They select females to breed with so that their race may be born already implanted in a host and in the meantime they infect others to speed up the process. I’m going to infect my volunteer so that I can show you how our device works.
The two other aliens who had been standing silent with the one who was speaking moved over to the other being and restrained him by the arms. The creature opened his mouth and let the vial be poured down his throat. The reaction was almost immediate. His body started to jerk as a blackness sheened over his pupils. The movements stopped a moment later and his pupils returned to normal. He looked the same as before.
The alien then picked up a small device that was clear and bubble shaped with a mouth piece. Whatever was in the mouthpiece made it glow a soft purple. The creature started to struggle as soon as it came into view. “This device sends a sound signal into the body. It is un-harmful to humanoids but it kills these parasites.” The alien stepped closer and held the creatures head firmly as he placed the device in its mouth.
A soft humming sounded as the device was held in place for about a minute. The alien stepped back and waited. The other two aliens released the creature as it started to choke. A black liquidy mass started to stream from its mouth. The creature fell to its knees as more left its body. After a few moments the aliens walked over and helped the creature to stand on its feet. It looked drained but otherwise fine.
“We will allow your scientists to test our devices before they are used so that you can see we mean no harm. I would suggest hurrying though as time is of the essence.” The alien left the device on the ground and then retreated to the ship. The force field fell away and the military personnel moved in and picked up the device with kid gloves. “Well, it would seem that is all to report for now, but we will stay on the scene in case anything else develops.”
Tony left the TV on but muted it before looking toward the others. The shocked silence reigned for quite some time. Finally Abby spoke up. “What do we do? What if there really is an invasion happening?” This time everyone was glad when Ducky had an answer. “We wait, my dear Abigail. We wait until we know what to do.”
TBC...
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