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The Gun's Lust: chapter Two

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TWO DAYS AGO

"McGeek," Tony's voice snapped out in a flat tone from across the office space. Timothy knew that tone and hated responding to it because it never really ended well. Instead he grimaced and looked up to see what Dinozzo was up to now. Tony strode across the room and perched himself on Timothy's desk, arms folded over his chest. "We need to talk."

Timothy's eyebrow went up high and he watched Tony with a slightly gaping mouth. "About…what?" he asked hoping it wasn't about what he thought it was about. Images of the night on the stakeout they'd been on together four weeks ago flashed quickly through his mind. His throat constricted tightly with the images and he stopped breathing as he waited for an answer.

Tony glanced around over his shoulder and leaned closer so that only he and Timothy were privy to the conversation. "A lot, McClueless, although if you can't figure it out, it may be a short conversation." He sat back up and watched Timothy glower at him in that boyish pout of his. "Mr. MIT brain can't figure it out?" he asked with that cocky laugh which left a grin plastered to his face.

"I've figured it out, Tony. Just not sure I wanted it to be that particular conversation,." He spoke too fast, not quite stumbling over his words but the murmur of syllables meshed with syllables made it obvious that this wasn't when, or where for that matter, that Timothy wanted to discuss this.

He pulled his eyes from Tony and looked back at the computer before him, opening up his e-mail and briefly scanning his inbox. It was mostly to keep himself from looking back at Tony and catching that strong gaze of his. He hated how it made him stop thinking, turned his brain to mush and tapped into another side of him, something less intelligent and more…well guyish, he supposed.

Tony reached out and head-slapped McGee, as per usual. Timothy looked up at the man perched on his desk and reached behind his head, rubbing where he'd just been smacked. "Ouch," he enunciated and frowned, his brow furrowing with creases. "What was that for, Tony?" he asked bemused.

"You told Abby about that night, didn't you?" he accused sharply and quickly, his chin jutted out as he looked around the office. It was that cocky, almost snide look, that McGee had always wanted to slap off of his face, just once.

Instead of reaching out and doing just that, Timothy sat back in his chair with a puzzled look on his face. "No, I didn't." His statement was simple and the truth. Abby and him had their connection but he wasn't about to tell the girl who seemed to fawn over him that he and Tony had…well their mouths had gotten rather acquainted with each other for a good long time. Sure it hadn't really gone that far but it was something McGee hadn't expected to be doing while they pulled a stake out in a cheap motel. He certainly didn't expect it- not with a womanizer like Tony.

And, if you could believe it, Tony had been the one to initiate said "bonding moment" between the two agents. Pushing the thoughts away as warmness crept up into McGee's cheeks he stared at Tony. "Why?" he asked in that low murmur he used when he wasn't sure he wanted to ask the question.

"I think she knows," he said in a voice that sounded like it came out of the intro of a creepy movie. A movie he could actually picture Abby sitting down to watch. "She's being all…Abby. She's asking about the two of us, if we've hung out on our time off."

Tony pegged his eyes back on McGee and frowned. "You sure you weren't gabbing it up with her down there? Offering her a nice Caf-Pow to listen to your McIssues?" He seemed pretty intent and Timothy had to sit back out of discomfort from the stare that was pegged on him. They stayed like for a moment, a wide eyed Timmy and glaring Tony, until the resounding sound of a head-slap had Tony reeling.

Gibbs moved past them, arm falling back to his side as he jerked to a stop at his desk. Lifting the remote he flicked on the T.V. to the local news station and glowered at what was playing across the screen. The word "NCIS" left the news casters mouth and the guys froze, listening as intently as their boss was.

"…Drug Lord, Benecio Salazar's letter, which was handed to nearly every news station, states rather directly his declaration of war on an NCIS agent whose name has been withheld until authorities can check on the authenticity. The reason behind such a declaration is due to the supposed killing of Salazar's business partner and cousin, Ramiro Salazar two months ago in a large drug bust involving a Navy Commander's ship. The kill shot was attributed to the supposed NCIS agent that Salazar is waging his war agai—".

Gibbs had muted the television and looked back at Tony with a raised eyebrow. Timothy's gaping mouth turned to look at Tony as well. "That's weird," Tony mused out loud. "I shot a Ramiro Salazar two months ago…" His eyes shot over to Gibbs and he looked dumbfounded. "You know that movie-" He rambled a moment about some flick with a revenge killing aimed at a cop but Timothy wasn't fully listening. He was looking at Gibbs now, waiting for orders.

"Tony, shut up,." Gibbs turned away from him and looked up the stairs when he heard Director Vance's door open. Heading across the small space he climbed up the stairs two at a time and the two men disappeared back behind the door.

"So," Tony started turning back on McGee. "How much do you want to bet that I won't be allowed back at my place, Probie?" The grin plastered to his face seemed out of place to McGee. If it were him in Tony's shoes he'd be panicking a little about some vindictive killer gunning for him.

Timothy just looked at him and the smile eventually made sense. "Guess you can come to my place. Then we can have that talk you were so eager about a few minutes ago." He didn't look overly enthused, mostly because he wasn't that excited to bring up that night again for fear of complete rejection.

They hadn't really discussed anything about it after waking up in an awkward, half dressed embrace the day after. It had been brushed off and swept under the carpet.

Tony plopped down in his seat and nodded. "Yeah, good plan, McGee. A nice weekend at the Geekdom, slaying dragons and pretending that's cool." Everything has to happen on a Friday, doesn't it? Well, what a happy coincidence, their little stakeout had been on a Friday. Tony laughed to himself and leaned forward, opening up his e-mail. Not really paying attention to McGee's glare from across the way or what he was clicking on, Tony watched his screen freak out and a gazillion windows started jumping up everywhere. "Uh…McGeek, what is my computer doing?"

"Giving you the virtual finger?" Ziva's voice popped up out of nowhere, dragging both Tony and Timothy's eyes to her.

"Thought you were in the mountains on vacation, Ziva," Tony said pushing back from his desk and looking from her to McGee, waiting for him to diagnose the 'virtual finger' he was getting.

Ziva paused, setting her backpack on her desk. "I just got back. Are you not happy to see me, Tony?" she asked with that serious expression that usually had Tony's face waded up in a contemplating look.

"Yes Ziva, I'm glad you're back. We needed some estrogen back in this place,." Tony stared at McGee who had yet to move. "Probie! Shouldn't you be over here checking out my computer in case raging drug lords are hacking my personal information?" he asked missing the smile-turned-confusion look on Ziva's face.

"Why would a drug lord be after you, Tony? You don't seem all that important…" She made sure Tony was looking this time before she gave a twisted grin. She got her shots in when she could.

Tony looked at her and stood up when Timothy jumped to his feet. The point had been made and the computer genius plopped down, taking on that intense look he got when doing something 'important' on a computer. "Because, I killed his cousin,.. That Salazar guy I shot in the raid two months back, his cousin has now waged war on me. Reminds me of that movie with-"

"Dinozzo, David, McGee, let's go," Gibbs said bounding down the stairs and heading for his desk. He snatched the badge and gun from it and paused looking at the unmoving team members. "Now?" he said pushing his head forward in emphasis.

"Boss, someone put a…" he stopped and quickly thought how to get to the point and very simply. "A virus is pulling personal information from Tony's computer. I can track it and I'm guessing it leads back to Salazar. It's not a normal hacker's code-"

Gibbs interrupted quickly. "Just do it McGee, you two come with me. There was more with that letter than the news station was letting on to." He strode to the elevator and hit the button as he spoke, wasting as little time as possible.

"Yes boss," was the chorus from the three still around the desks. Ziva and Tony kicked it into high gear and grabbed their things, following after and making it just in time to catch the elevator.