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taylorgibbs) wrote2012-12-31 12:10 pm
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For Eternity (1/1) Gibbs/DiNozzo/McGee FRT
I participated in the NFA Secret Santa again this year. As the reveals have happened, I'm posting my story here!
Title: For Eternity
Author:TG
Genre:paranormal
Summary: When McGee goes missing, Gibbs and Tony go to the rescue, but McGee isn't without his own skills!
Soilers: Season 9.
Pairing:Gibbs/McGee/Tony
Rating: FRT
Recipient: Shinju90 (Megan)
Prompts: I actually combined elements of two of her prompts: 1.) Blood on your hands, McGee centric case file, and 3.) Professional Capacity - Het or Slash, Gibbs centric.
Happy holidays!!!
“Don’t know…body. Tony… Please.”
Tony winced as the voicemail ended with an abrupt gasp. “That’s all we have from him,” Gibbs said grimly, looking around the bullpen. His blue eyes were icy and Tony shivered. He’d never seen Gibbs quite so angry, not even after Kate…
No, don’t go there!
“Abby,” Gibbs growled out, glaring Tony’s way, and Tony lunged for his phone. He knew what Gibbs was asking, knew they had to track the GPS signal, he’d done this many times. Tony watched as Gibbs motioned Dorney close, gripping his arm hard and speaking urgently.
But rarely for one of their own. For one of them.
Tim had left them last night for an overnight visit with Penny. He’d promised them both he’d be in to work early, but when Tony and Gibbs had arrived at oh seven, Tim’s desk had been empty.
Gibbs hadn’t wanted Tim to go out so close to Christmas. Too many bad drivers on the road, too many people rushing, he’d said. But those had all just been excuses. The full moon was December 28, and that was the moment when the veil between the para and normal worlds thinned the most.
Not a good thing for McNugget. For McHappy Meal in an Elf Lord package.
Tim was a rare blend of normal and para, his para blood weak, but still able to be sensed by the predators among them. Somewhere in Tim’s past had been a wolf shifter, the mortal enemy to vampires. Vamps were drawn to Tim’s genetic blend, using them—destroying them—as sport.
At least the damaged ones.
There were good vampires too—the DC area was led by the best, though Ducky was far too humble to admit it. He was only in charge because Gibbs refused the role, but the day would come when Ducky was too old to lead them any more. And considering he was pushing five hundred, it’d be in the next decade.
“Abbs,” Tony said as soon as she picked up the phone. “Track McGee’s phone. Now. We’ll be right down.” He disconnected before she answered, feeling more like Gibbs than himself.
Even before the call had come in, Gibbs had checked in with Penny, who said Tim had never arrived—never even arrived. He could be anywhere! There was a chance McGee was still alive—or at least he had been thirteen minutes ago. And he didn’t know that he had any para abilities. Gibbs had scanned McGee’s brain in and out their first night together, when Tim had been lying pliant, relaxed, and open, trusting his two new lovers to the ends of the earth.
“DiNozzo!”
Gibbs’ voice was strong his bearing resolute, but Tony could see how shaken his lover was. They couldn’t lose Tim, not when they’d found this perfect synergy with him. Tony didn’t answer, just rushed ahead of Gibbs to the elevator, pounding his index finger on the button so hard that it would have injured a normal man.
But Tony wasn’t any more normal than Gibbs or Ducky and his vampire blood would heal any damage he took.
If only Tim was so lucky.
As they stepped in and the elevator doors closed, Tony couldn’t help his thought process. “Why didn’t we change him? We could lose him.”
“Won’t,” Gibbs bit out and then sighed. “He gets the choice. Don’t do it to him. We’re not like the monsters.”
“We might lose him.”
Gibbs slammed Tony against the back of the elevator car so hard he saw stars, the railing digging into his back. Gibbs’ eyes started glittering and for a second, Tony saw a hint of fang and shivered. Badass vampire in the house! “Not losing him. Got it?”
“Got it,” Tony managed, his jaw aching, teeth tingling. Nobody mastered control of his vamp form like Gibbs. Tony wasn’t nearly as old or as accomplished, and his fangs came out to play a lot more easily. Gibbs, and Ducky for that matter, were a lot older and a lot stronger. And Gibbs Ws a hell of a lot more territorial.
It was kinda hot, or would have been if McGee hadn’t been missing. If their third wasn’t in trouble.
“Focus,” Gibbs told Tony, his voice soft, almost hypnotic.
“I’m okay,” Tony assured.
“Good. Need you to stay that way. Especially with Abbs.”
Abby didn’t know about them, and despite her fascination with the paranormal, Gibbs had been determined Abby couldn’t know about them. Any of it. This had been something that even Ducky wouldn’t argue about, and Ducky could be very pursuiasive when he wanted to be.
“We going to be able to keep this from Abby?” Tony asked, He wasn’t really sure if they could, but he was more than willing to do whatever Gibbs needed. “What if—“
“Let me worry about it. Me and Duck.”
As the elevator doors opened to Labby land, as Tony thought of it, Ducky was waiting for them, expression grim, Abby standing in the doorway of her lab. Gibbs started to speak and then pressed his lips together in a tight line.
“Tony , Abbs. Duck, with me.”
Tony hurried into the lab, Abby’s gaily lit Christmas tree looking too bring, too happy given the circumstances. “What have ya got, Abby?” he asked, trying and failing at Gibbs’ voice.
She was shaking, he realized, and he hugged her close. She and McGee had been an item a long time ago and they’d remained good friends through the years. “His phone is in Silver Spring at his place,” she said against his chest. “I hacked in and its fully charged at his place.”
His phone was at home? But why? Sure he kept his place, but that was more so that people didn’t know that he was living with Gibbs and Tony. He only went back a couple times a way, especially since Penny had taken Jethro—the dog not the vampire—in. Tony knew for a fact that McGee’s phone had been on his hip when he’d said goodbye last night.
“His car?” Tony knew McGee had a GPS in his car, some state of the art thing. “Can you trace it?”
She pulled back, hope in her eyes. “I can try, Tony.”
Abby rushed to her bank of computers and began typing frantically, groaning and sighing when she reached firewalls or whatever they were. Tony wasn’t the tech Abby and McGee were, though he was better than Gibbs was. Then again, a five year old was better than Gibbs was.
“Got it!” Abby said, her voice tense. She rattled off an address in McLean and Tony jotted it down, whirling around. Gibbs and Ducky were there, both looking grim, grave.
This wasn’t good at all.
“DiNozzo,” Gibbs barked out. “With me. Duck, you know what to do.”
“As do you,” Ducky replied, and though Gibbs was usually much more commanding, Ducky was every bit the leader now. “None of them will leave until we hear from you.”
“What are you talking about?” Abby asked, her voice tense. “Get Timmy. What are you waiting for?” As Ducky moved to hug her, Gibbs grabbed Tony’s arm.
“What is it?” Tony asked, as they raced for the employee parking lot. No fleet car for this, they didn’t have the time to wait.
“Finch Watters is a rogue, DiNozzo. Old. Not a good guy. McGee’s on borrowed time.”
Tony gulped back his panic and nodded. “Do you think—“
“No! he’s out there, Tony. He’s still with us.” Gibbs threw open the car door and hopped in.Tony slid in beside him, clipping his seatbelt as Gibbs tore out of the Navy Yard. As Gibbs drove, Tony tried to focus on McGee—he couldn’t touch his mind like Gibbs or Ducky could, but Tony hoped he could feel something—anything.
“You’re tryin’ too hard. Static,” Gibbs muttered. He was hunched over the wheel, looking as intense and badass as Tony had ever seen. “Too far away, DiNozzo.”
Tony pulled in a long breath, nodding, but he remembered hearing rumors about Finch Watters, stories of people going missing and Watters strutting around looking fresh faced and stronger than ever. He liked ‘em young—or vulnerable. And in the grand scheme of things, McGee was both.
Gibbs and Ducky had wanted to take Watters down, but they didn’t exist in a vacuum and vamp politics ruled. Until they had outright proof of Watters’ crimes, they couldn’t destroy him.
And there was no way McGee was going to be rogue vamp chow.
“I really—” Tony began, wanting to verbalize his feelings, even though he knew Gibbs understood.
“He’s a part of us,” Gibbs replied, his voice quietly controlled. ‘We get him back and full disclosure. If he wants to be like us, he can be. Ducky approves.”
“Abbs and Ziva will be left out,” Tony pointed out.
“Not losing him. Not losing either of my boys.” Tony flushed at being called one of gibbs’ boys, but his pleasure faded after only a second, lost in the worry about Tim. While McGee was a capable agent and brilliant guy, he was human for all intents and purposes, and he’d have to keep his wits in the face of a nasty vampire.
Gibbs flicked the radio on and Christmas music flooded the car. Tony growled and reached for the button to change the channel, but Gibbs swatted his hand. “Gives hope,” he said quietly.
Tony couldn’t help but make the comparison. Last time Gibbs had been in this position, he’d lost his family. By the time he’d been informed, it had been too late to change Kelly and Shannon, not that Tony was sure Gibbs would have done so. It was something he’d never discussed with his lover—some things were just too damn painful.
Tony’s father had been in that position, when his mother had been diagnosed terminal. She’d declined the gift, and it had damn near destroyed Tony’s father for a lot of years. He’d only learned the truth of his mother’s death in the last couple of years, and with it, a deeper understanding of his father.
They couldn’t survive another loss. Timmy, like Abby, was more innocent, less jaded, than most of the team. He wasn’t as hard as Ziva, wasn’t as politically driven as Vance. He and Abby were to be protected, though rationally Tony knew they could handle themselves in the line of fire.
“Stop,” Gibbs muttered, turning off onto 123, Tysons Corner malls bracketing both sides of the highway. The traffic was thick, shoppers hitting both the malls. He wove expertly in and out of lanes, ignoring the angry drivers leaning on their horns.
They headed into an upscale neighborhood, houses on at least an acre per, many houses gated. Tony had no doubt Gibbs would get a gate open, no matter the cost, but he hoped they didn’t drag local LEOs over. Depending on what they could, it could get pretty messy.
“Be prepared,” Gibbs told Tony, his voice still tightly controlled. He yanked the wheel hard and they pulled into a driveway, gate wide open and…
“MCGEE!”
As they screeched to a stop, Tim stumbled out of the house, a little bloody, but alive.
Before Tony could even move, Gibbs was out of the car and to Tim, hands cupping McGee’s face. And as Tony moved closer, Gibbs was shaking his head, thumbs skating over Tim’s cheekbones.
“You’re really okay? You disabled the systems?”
“I’m good,” Tim promised, meeting Tony’s eyes. “Yeah, the guy had everything hooked up to a central rack. I was able to hack in and cut power when he was out back.” Tim shivered, rubbing his arms. “Said he was getting a wood chipper, but I cut power and when he was disoriented, I stopped him. He’s back there. I shot him, he broke his neck and…”
“And?”
“He disappeared right in front of me. Turned to ash. I um…don’t feel so good, guys.”
Tony’s stomach clenched and he rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder, needing to touch, needing to reassure himself that McGee was here and whole, and okay. He was warm—almost too warm for a guy in shirtsleeves standing outside in thirty-degree temperatures. And then Tony knew…
. Tony gasped as he saw the two faint puncture marks at Tim’s collarbone, and the blood droplets that had turned his green shirt brownish.
“Gibbs?”
“I see.” There was a wealth of meaning in those two words. “Let’s get you back to Ducky, Tim. He’ll be able to help.”
“I’m going to be okay?” Tim asked, swallowing hard. “But…in there.” He gestured to the house and Gibbs shook his head.
“It’s done, McGee. It’s done, and you’re here with us. What matters most. Gonna be just fine. Right, Tony?”
“Right, Boss. Come on, Timmy. Navy Yard, hot chocolate, maybe Bossman will let us off early. It’s Christmas Eve after all.”
“Merry Christmas,” Gibbs said faintly as he bundled McGee into the backseat. Turned out they’d started their holiday with a new vampire to orient. Things wouldn’t be perfect, but they had each other—for eternity.
And that was the best gift of all.
Title: For Eternity
Author:TG
Genre:paranormal
Summary: When McGee goes missing, Gibbs and Tony go to the rescue, but McGee isn't without his own skills!
Soilers: Season 9.
Pairing:Gibbs/McGee/Tony
Rating: FRT
Recipient: Shinju90 (Megan)
Prompts: I actually combined elements of two of her prompts: 1.) Blood on your hands, McGee centric case file, and 3.) Professional Capacity - Het or Slash, Gibbs centric.
Happy holidays!!!
“Don’t know…body. Tony… Please.”
Tony winced as the voicemail ended with an abrupt gasp. “That’s all we have from him,” Gibbs said grimly, looking around the bullpen. His blue eyes were icy and Tony shivered. He’d never seen Gibbs quite so angry, not even after Kate…
No, don’t go there!
“Abby,” Gibbs growled out, glaring Tony’s way, and Tony lunged for his phone. He knew what Gibbs was asking, knew they had to track the GPS signal, he’d done this many times. Tony watched as Gibbs motioned Dorney close, gripping his arm hard and speaking urgently.
But rarely for one of their own. For one of them.
Tim had left them last night for an overnight visit with Penny. He’d promised them both he’d be in to work early, but when Tony and Gibbs had arrived at oh seven, Tim’s desk had been empty.
Gibbs hadn’t wanted Tim to go out so close to Christmas. Too many bad drivers on the road, too many people rushing, he’d said. But those had all just been excuses. The full moon was December 28, and that was the moment when the veil between the para and normal worlds thinned the most.
Not a good thing for McNugget. For McHappy Meal in an Elf Lord package.
Tim was a rare blend of normal and para, his para blood weak, but still able to be sensed by the predators among them. Somewhere in Tim’s past had been a wolf shifter, the mortal enemy to vampires. Vamps were drawn to Tim’s genetic blend, using them—destroying them—as sport.
At least the damaged ones.
There were good vampires too—the DC area was led by the best, though Ducky was far too humble to admit it. He was only in charge because Gibbs refused the role, but the day would come when Ducky was too old to lead them any more. And considering he was pushing five hundred, it’d be in the next decade.
“Abbs,” Tony said as soon as she picked up the phone. “Track McGee’s phone. Now. We’ll be right down.” He disconnected before she answered, feeling more like Gibbs than himself.
Even before the call had come in, Gibbs had checked in with Penny, who said Tim had never arrived—never even arrived. He could be anywhere! There was a chance McGee was still alive—or at least he had been thirteen minutes ago. And he didn’t know that he had any para abilities. Gibbs had scanned McGee’s brain in and out their first night together, when Tim had been lying pliant, relaxed, and open, trusting his two new lovers to the ends of the earth.
“DiNozzo!”
Gibbs’ voice was strong his bearing resolute, but Tony could see how shaken his lover was. They couldn’t lose Tim, not when they’d found this perfect synergy with him. Tony didn’t answer, just rushed ahead of Gibbs to the elevator, pounding his index finger on the button so hard that it would have injured a normal man.
But Tony wasn’t any more normal than Gibbs or Ducky and his vampire blood would heal any damage he took.
If only Tim was so lucky.
As they stepped in and the elevator doors closed, Tony couldn’t help his thought process. “Why didn’t we change him? We could lose him.”
“Won’t,” Gibbs bit out and then sighed. “He gets the choice. Don’t do it to him. We’re not like the monsters.”
“We might lose him.”
Gibbs slammed Tony against the back of the elevator car so hard he saw stars, the railing digging into his back. Gibbs’ eyes started glittering and for a second, Tony saw a hint of fang and shivered. Badass vampire in the house! “Not losing him. Got it?”
“Got it,” Tony managed, his jaw aching, teeth tingling. Nobody mastered control of his vamp form like Gibbs. Tony wasn’t nearly as old or as accomplished, and his fangs came out to play a lot more easily. Gibbs, and Ducky for that matter, were a lot older and a lot stronger. And Gibbs Ws a hell of a lot more territorial.
It was kinda hot, or would have been if McGee hadn’t been missing. If their third wasn’t in trouble.
“Focus,” Gibbs told Tony, his voice soft, almost hypnotic.
“I’m okay,” Tony assured.
“Good. Need you to stay that way. Especially with Abbs.”
Abby didn’t know about them, and despite her fascination with the paranormal, Gibbs had been determined Abby couldn’t know about them. Any of it. This had been something that even Ducky wouldn’t argue about, and Ducky could be very pursuiasive when he wanted to be.
“We going to be able to keep this from Abby?” Tony asked, He wasn’t really sure if they could, but he was more than willing to do whatever Gibbs needed. “What if—“
“Let me worry about it. Me and Duck.”
As the elevator doors opened to Labby land, as Tony thought of it, Ducky was waiting for them, expression grim, Abby standing in the doorway of her lab. Gibbs started to speak and then pressed his lips together in a tight line.
“Tony , Abbs. Duck, with me.”
Tony hurried into the lab, Abby’s gaily lit Christmas tree looking too bring, too happy given the circumstances. “What have ya got, Abby?” he asked, trying and failing at Gibbs’ voice.
She was shaking, he realized, and he hugged her close. She and McGee had been an item a long time ago and they’d remained good friends through the years. “His phone is in Silver Spring at his place,” she said against his chest. “I hacked in and its fully charged at his place.”
His phone was at home? But why? Sure he kept his place, but that was more so that people didn’t know that he was living with Gibbs and Tony. He only went back a couple times a way, especially since Penny had taken Jethro—the dog not the vampire—in. Tony knew for a fact that McGee’s phone had been on his hip when he’d said goodbye last night.
“His car?” Tony knew McGee had a GPS in his car, some state of the art thing. “Can you trace it?”
She pulled back, hope in her eyes. “I can try, Tony.”
Abby rushed to her bank of computers and began typing frantically, groaning and sighing when she reached firewalls or whatever they were. Tony wasn’t the tech Abby and McGee were, though he was better than Gibbs was. Then again, a five year old was better than Gibbs was.
“Got it!” Abby said, her voice tense. She rattled off an address in McLean and Tony jotted it down, whirling around. Gibbs and Ducky were there, both looking grim, grave.
This wasn’t good at all.
“DiNozzo,” Gibbs barked out. “With me. Duck, you know what to do.”
“As do you,” Ducky replied, and though Gibbs was usually much more commanding, Ducky was every bit the leader now. “None of them will leave until we hear from you.”
“What are you talking about?” Abby asked, her voice tense. “Get Timmy. What are you waiting for?” As Ducky moved to hug her, Gibbs grabbed Tony’s arm.
“What is it?” Tony asked, as they raced for the employee parking lot. No fleet car for this, they didn’t have the time to wait.
“Finch Watters is a rogue, DiNozzo. Old. Not a good guy. McGee’s on borrowed time.”
Tony gulped back his panic and nodded. “Do you think—“
“No! he’s out there, Tony. He’s still with us.” Gibbs threw open the car door and hopped in.Tony slid in beside him, clipping his seatbelt as Gibbs tore out of the Navy Yard. As Gibbs drove, Tony tried to focus on McGee—he couldn’t touch his mind like Gibbs or Ducky could, but Tony hoped he could feel something—anything.
“You’re tryin’ too hard. Static,” Gibbs muttered. He was hunched over the wheel, looking as intense and badass as Tony had ever seen. “Too far away, DiNozzo.”
Tony pulled in a long breath, nodding, but he remembered hearing rumors about Finch Watters, stories of people going missing and Watters strutting around looking fresh faced and stronger than ever. He liked ‘em young—or vulnerable. And in the grand scheme of things, McGee was both.
Gibbs and Ducky had wanted to take Watters down, but they didn’t exist in a vacuum and vamp politics ruled. Until they had outright proof of Watters’ crimes, they couldn’t destroy him.
And there was no way McGee was going to be rogue vamp chow.
“I really—” Tony began, wanting to verbalize his feelings, even though he knew Gibbs understood.
“He’s a part of us,” Gibbs replied, his voice quietly controlled. ‘We get him back and full disclosure. If he wants to be like us, he can be. Ducky approves.”
“Abbs and Ziva will be left out,” Tony pointed out.
“Not losing him. Not losing either of my boys.” Tony flushed at being called one of gibbs’ boys, but his pleasure faded after only a second, lost in the worry about Tim. While McGee was a capable agent and brilliant guy, he was human for all intents and purposes, and he’d have to keep his wits in the face of a nasty vampire.
Gibbs flicked the radio on and Christmas music flooded the car. Tony growled and reached for the button to change the channel, but Gibbs swatted his hand. “Gives hope,” he said quietly.
Tony couldn’t help but make the comparison. Last time Gibbs had been in this position, he’d lost his family. By the time he’d been informed, it had been too late to change Kelly and Shannon, not that Tony was sure Gibbs would have done so. It was something he’d never discussed with his lover—some things were just too damn painful.
Tony’s father had been in that position, when his mother had been diagnosed terminal. She’d declined the gift, and it had damn near destroyed Tony’s father for a lot of years. He’d only learned the truth of his mother’s death in the last couple of years, and with it, a deeper understanding of his father.
They couldn’t survive another loss. Timmy, like Abby, was more innocent, less jaded, than most of the team. He wasn’t as hard as Ziva, wasn’t as politically driven as Vance. He and Abby were to be protected, though rationally Tony knew they could handle themselves in the line of fire.
“Stop,” Gibbs muttered, turning off onto 123, Tysons Corner malls bracketing both sides of the highway. The traffic was thick, shoppers hitting both the malls. He wove expertly in and out of lanes, ignoring the angry drivers leaning on their horns.
They headed into an upscale neighborhood, houses on at least an acre per, many houses gated. Tony had no doubt Gibbs would get a gate open, no matter the cost, but he hoped they didn’t drag local LEOs over. Depending on what they could, it could get pretty messy.
“Be prepared,” Gibbs told Tony, his voice still tightly controlled. He yanked the wheel hard and they pulled into a driveway, gate wide open and…
“MCGEE!”
As they screeched to a stop, Tim stumbled out of the house, a little bloody, but alive.
Before Tony could even move, Gibbs was out of the car and to Tim, hands cupping McGee’s face. And as Tony moved closer, Gibbs was shaking his head, thumbs skating over Tim’s cheekbones.
“You’re really okay? You disabled the systems?”
“I’m good,” Tim promised, meeting Tony’s eyes. “Yeah, the guy had everything hooked up to a central rack. I was able to hack in and cut power when he was out back.” Tim shivered, rubbing his arms. “Said he was getting a wood chipper, but I cut power and when he was disoriented, I stopped him. He’s back there. I shot him, he broke his neck and…”
“And?”
“He disappeared right in front of me. Turned to ash. I um…don’t feel so good, guys.”
Tony’s stomach clenched and he rested a hand on Tim’s shoulder, needing to touch, needing to reassure himself that McGee was here and whole, and okay. He was warm—almost too warm for a guy in shirtsleeves standing outside in thirty-degree temperatures. And then Tony knew…
. Tony gasped as he saw the two faint puncture marks at Tim’s collarbone, and the blood droplets that had turned his green shirt brownish.
“Gibbs?”
“I see.” There was a wealth of meaning in those two words. “Let’s get you back to Ducky, Tim. He’ll be able to help.”
“I’m going to be okay?” Tim asked, swallowing hard. “But…in there.” He gestured to the house and Gibbs shook his head.
“It’s done, McGee. It’s done, and you’re here with us. What matters most. Gonna be just fine. Right, Tony?”
“Right, Boss. Come on, Timmy. Navy Yard, hot chocolate, maybe Bossman will let us off early. It’s Christmas Eve after all.”
“Merry Christmas,” Gibbs said faintly as he bundled McGee into the backseat. Turned out they’d started their holiday with a new vampire to orient. Things wouldn’t be perfect, but they had each other—for eternity.
And that was the best gift of all.
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