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The Second Side of a Silver Dollar	By : Siberian Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 3570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I wrote this story soley for entertainment. No profit is being made and all rights belong to whoever is associated with the show NCIS and the characters. I don’t know their names, but I’m sure they know who they are.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
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Acknowledgements: Thank you to Cowgirl65 for the detailed review. I'm glad to hear that you like Tony and Kate's interaction. They were really fun to write in this story. As for Gibbs...well, you'll just have to read to find out. ;D Concerning the grammar I will be the first to admit that it still needs some fine tuning. The excuse I have for the editing oversights are mainly two things. The first is that I wrote this while recovering from surgery. I was on a deadline and on pain medication at the same time. It's not a great combination. The second reason I have for the grammar errors is simply the length of the story. Based on word count this story just surpasses the classification of novella. I had a lot I wanted to include in this story and it got a little involved. The first time I also tried to post this it also had uploading issues due to buffer space. I had to re-post it several times before it was finally correct. So the overall theme of this is that the story is a mini work in progress on the editing. If you end up reading anything else I write in the future you’ll see a vast difference in the editing. I can assure you. However, I will also say that not all fragments are accidental. There are rare occasions where I leave them be because I feel it helps the flow of the story.
I'm glad to hear you're still enjoying the story. That pleases me greatly especially knowing that you're an editor and reading is something you do all day. In truth, I need a beta. I have to prep all of my stories in two different ways after writing them and then I go back to edit a few times. Not to mention squeezing in time to write all of the stories rattling around in my mind. There really are not enough hours in the day. Thank you for letting me know about the term 'bathroom.' I knew that most individuals used outhouses and some individuals had indoor plumbing. I wasn't sure if the term had already been put into practice at that point. I remember researching on that issue but I don't think I was ever able to find anything. So again, thank you. I'll make sure to adjust that soon. Well, now that I've probably bored you to tears. :P On to the next chapter. I hope you find it enjoyable. :)
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It was only the work of a few hours for everything to be in place. Abby was cooking dinner so Gibbs decided the men should get cleaned up first. He would remain on watch while DiNozzo took McGee to bathe. He would normally not let the other man out of his sight but he knew seeing him naked would be too much to resist. It angered him but he decided not to deny the lust. It had obviously been too long since he’d lain with anyone. A problem he would remedy once they arrived at Ducky’s. There was a brothel in the nearby town. He would leave the captives with the group one night, expel his lustful desires, and be back with the gang refreshed no longer bothered by thoughts of McGee.
He was altered to their return by slight shuffling noises in the brush. He motioned for McGee to come to him and then motioned for him to sit down when he was close enough. Once he was seated Gibbs grabbed his wrist. After the bath the already pale skin seemed even paler in the darkening night. It was luminous the only mar on the perfection being the angry red of the abused wrists. He was done with the right wrist in short order and reached for the other hand. He attended that wrist letting his eyes look upward briefly at the younger man’s face. McGee’s eyes were cast downward watching him apply the bandages. He was so focused on that he didn’t notice Gibbs’ unconscious study of the lines and angles of his face.
Gibbs lost himself in the exploration as his hands moved without thought. It wasn’t until he took in the wet strands of McGee’s hair glinting in the low light that he came back to the present. His gaze shot down to McGee’s wrist to see that the bandaging was done. He let the wrist go before motioning over to the food. McGee gave a soft thank you before going over to get his portion of dinner. Gibbs stood up abruptly storming off in the direction of the forest. “Gibbs dinner!” He gave a dismissive wave to indicate he’d heard Abby. “Keep it warm. I’ll be back once I bathe.” Not waiting for a response he disappeared into the brush.
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McGee was confused. They had been traveling for three days with only another’s day journey before they reached their destination. During that time Gibbs had been acting strange. Well at least he thought Gibbs was. It was hard to determine something like that when he hadn’t known him very long. Not to mention the whole hostage situation as well. McGee could be misreading things but even the other members of Gibbs’ gang had been giving their leader odd looks. In the beginning Gibbs was extremely cold to him and avoided him at all costs. All it took was a single word from him to have Gibbs growling in his face. It seemed as though things started to change for the better that first day before they’d left the cave hideout.
Gibbs had always tried to give McGee privacy before but it wasn’t until he’d attended his wrists that he’d seen any kindness from the other man. There seemed to be a pattern to his moods but no one could seem to pinpoint what was causing the shift. In the morning Gibbs would be patient while helping him in the saddle. During the ride Gibbs would hold him securely to make sure he didn’t fall off the horse. He seemed okay all day until they reached camp. The moment they stopped Gibbs would get off the horse grouchy and stomp around for the rest of the night. The only time the mood would be broken was when his wrists were re-bandaged. Gibbs would become still, the hard lines easing from his face as he handled the injured wrists with care.
Once they were done he would dismiss McGee and continue with his irritable mood only slightly less volatile. On top of being confusing it made McGee nervous. How he’d managed not to get killed yet was still a mystery and he was waiting for the day that Gibbs would change his mind. He wasn’t as worried about Miss Kate because it was obvious Tony was enamored with his friend. During the journey Tony had been making an effort to talk to Miss Kate and even though she denied it McGee could tell that she was starting to feel something for the outlaw. McGee knew they were criminals but there were good points to Tony. He could easily see them as a couple.
Tony would help Miss Kate relax and Miss Kate would keep him a little more in line. He had no doubt that Tony was the wild one of the gang. In truth Miss Kate would really just be taking over for Gibbs. A bark from the older outlaw tended to have Tony scampering away with childish mirth in his eyes. It was actually nice the way they interacted with each other. They were more like a big family instead of a gang. McGee found himself wishing at times that he could have met them in a different situation. He knew he was only being used for revenge but it would have been nice to be part of such a close nit group. He was broken from his thoughts when he felt Gibbs’ arm tighten around his stomach. It was more comforting then he wanted to admit; the fact that he leaned back unconsciously being proof of that alone.
A dry wind blew across his face just as he heard it. It was the sound of pounding hoof beats. The gang slowed to a stop and McGee could tell it was so they could try to pinpoint the direction of the sound. A moment later a small group of Indians crested a nearby hill. McGee wasn’t really worried until he saw the face paint of the tribe. Living in the different towns he’d lived in and reading as much as he did gave him a wider view concerning Indians. Most tribes were peaceful and would only attack in reciprocation. There were a few however that we’re vicious. Regardless if you were not of their tribe you were a target. McGee recognized the face paint quickly since he’d been in a different town they’d attacked only a year ago.
His father had kept him well hidden but he’d seen the tactics they’d used against the unfortunate townsfolk who not been so lucky. He felt himself start to tremble. The arm around his waist tightened even further in response as Gibbs turned the horse toward an outcropping of rocks. Once there Gibbs gently maneuvered McGee out of the saddle. “Hide up on that ridge.” McGee followed the line of Gibbs’ hand to see where he was pointing. A moment later Miss Kate was at his side and they quickly made their way to where Gibbs had indicated. They climbed up the jagged rock until they reached a spot well hidden from the Indians but with enough of a view that they could watch the battle.
The Indians outnumbered the gang three to one but thankfully lacked the weapons that Gibbs’ group possessed. The battle waged until the afternoon sun started to set into the west. Ziva managed to use the Indian’s own weapons against them. It became obvious she was a master with knives. Tony ducked just in time to avoid being beheaded. Abby stayed toward the back for most of the battle shooting at them from a distance. McGee wouldn’t be surprised if Gibbs had taught her to shoot her aim was so accurate. Gibbs used whatever was available to dispose of the enemy whether it was their own weapons, his gun, or just brute force. By the time the battle was over the gang was exhausted but none of the Indians were left standing.
The outlaws dismounted to make sure the enemy was dead and to salvage any useful items. A hand touching his arm brought his attention to Miss Kate. “What is it Miss Kate?” The young woman looked down to make sure the gang was distracted before whispering. “Do you want to try to escape?” His eyes widened at the suggestion. “We can make it Tim. These rocks are so intricate we can hide and then make it to town on our own. Tony said the town was only twenty minutes to the south.” McGee was already shaking his head. “No we can’t.” Miss Kate looked back toward the group. They were finishing up. They both knew they were running out of time if they did want to attempt an escape.
“Tim I don’t think Tony is going to let anything happen to me, but I don’t know what they are going to do if your father doesn’t pay the ransom. Gibbs is known for being vicious.” McGee thought for a moment as the weight of the passing seconds settled on his shoulders. He was frightened of making the wrong decision but he needed to decide something now. He couldn’t settle his mind so decided to rely on his instincts. “No Miss Kate I’m not going to run. I made a promise I wouldn’t even try.” Miss Kate’s expression was the picture of urgency. “To kidnappers Tim. That doesn’t count.” McGee smiled slightly at that. “I know, but I think I should stay.” Miss Kate looked worried but dropped the subject. The gang was almost done.
In truth there would be no time now anyway. Gibbs turned toward the rocks. “It’s safe. Come down. We need to get moving before we lose any more light.” McGee reached out to give Miss Kate’s hand a light squeeze. It was highly improper touching her but he wanted to assure his friend all would work out. Miss Kate smiled slightly at the gesture. ‘I’m glad she’s not offended.’ He saw Gibbs move forward his expression hardening at their lack of response. ‘He probably thinks we ran.’ He released Miss Kate’s hand and stood to climb down.
He risked a glance at Gibbs’ face and wasn’t surprised to see his features soften again at their appearance. It took a few minutes of careful steps to descend the rocks but eventually they were both before the gang again. Gibbs helped him back onto the horse as McGee did his best to avoid looking at the carnage. He had a weak stomach and no doubt would throw up if he examined the bodies too closely. Gibbs slid in behind him in the now familiar position as the group continued on their journey.
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It was early evening when they finally reached their destination. Ziva rode ahead when they were close to alert their friend of their arrival. So when the house came into view Ziva as well as two other men greeted the remaining riders. The older of the two men waved at the group with a grin. The younger just smiled. He seemed a little uncertain. The older man greeted “Jethro” with a hello as the two captives were introduced to their hosts. The older gentleman, one Donald Mallard or Ducky for short, was the resident doctor of his small village as well as the group’s physician. The younger man was named Jimmy Palmer and was the doctor’s assistant. Apparently he’d only been around the group a few times and they still made him a little nervous.
At least that was McGee’s assumption after hearing of his brief acquaintance with his captors. Normally McGee wouldn’t assume anything but Jimmy consistently had a look of self doubt on his features. McGee knew the feeling only too well. After the introductions, the next few moments consisted of everyone dismounting and collecting supplies out of the saddlebags, before Tony led the horses to a small stable to the left of the medium sized house. Once everyone was inside the house they gathered around a table except for Jimmy who seemed to be watching some sort of food over the stove. It only took a second after being seated before Ducky noticed his bandaged wrists. “What happened here my good lad?”
McGee felt uncomfortable not sure what to say. He nervously let his gaze fall on Gibbs’ chest. The outlaw understood what was happening and provided the answer. “Rope burns.” The doctor reached for his left wrist before hesitating. “May I?” McGee gave a slight nod watching in interest as the bandages came undone and his skin was gently prodded. “Who wrapped these bandages?” Ducky looked around until Gibbs pointed to himself in a lazy gesture. “Well done Jethro. I’m glad to see that all of my instruction hasn’t gone to waste.” Gibbs shrugged. “It’s just a bandage Duck. If I couldn’t learn how to tie a piece of cloth I would have been a lost cause.” Ducky laughed slightly as he retied the bandage.
“True enough Jethro, but I still say you were one of my more promising students. If you ever decided to retire from your career in crime you could become a prominent doctor.” Ducky released McGee’s wrist as Gibbs stood up. “If I ever retire I’m going back to farming Duck.” McGee was thrown for a moment. ‘Gibbs used to be a farmer? How in the world do you go from that to being the terror of the west?’ It was here that Tony interrupted his thoughts. “Hey McGee are your hands still numb?” McGee jerked slightly in surprise at being addressed. His hands closed reflexively at the remembered numbness. The thought that he could lose the use of his hands had been too frightening for words.
“No they regained some feeling the first day Gibbs took off the ropes. They are completely back to normal now.” Ducky tsked at that. “I’m glad to hear that is no longer a problem Timothy. That sort of thing is normally caused by limited blood flow. The ropes were probably a tad too tight. You know it’s really quite fascinating how everything in the body is connected to eac…” McGee was a little surprised as Gibbs interrupted the doctor. “Duck I’m going to head in town for the night. DiNozzo, Ziva, you two keep an eye on things while I’m gone.” Tony nodded in easy acceptance as though he knew Gibbs was going to leave long before they arrived. “Sure thing boss.” A hesitant voice was the only objection to Gibbs’ plans.
“Dinner is almost ready. Did you want to eat before you leave?” Gibbs looked to Jimmy before looking at the rest of them at the table. “No thanks Jimmy. You have a full house as is. I’ll pick up something in town.” Jimmy nodded slightly. Gibbs seemed to wait for only the first bob of the young man’s head before disappearing outside. McGee felt a maelstrom of emotions at his departure. Many of the swirling feelings were too confusing to name but at the top of the heap was relief as well as anxiousness. Since his captivity Gibbs had been a constant presence. There wasn’t a moment that went by without the other man close. In the beginning McGee was terrified of the outlaw with good reason, but lately things had started to change.
Gibbs was actually treating him kindly and McGee started to find his presence almost comforting. It was crazy he knew. Gibbs had held him at gunpoint more times then he wanted to remember. If the changing of his feelings were due to anything he blamed it on the riding arrangements. It was hard not to feel safe when Gibbs held him so securely when they were travelling. A plate was set in front of him on the table and he decided to bury the thoughts for now. He was ravenous, and by the smell of the food, he would bet Jimmy was a fantastic cook. The early evening soon faded into late evening. McGee had been right. The food rivaled that of his cook at home. He’d told Jimmy as much but the other man had just bashfully evaded the compliment.
After dinner Ducky went into a long story that soon merged into another lengthy story. It wasn’t long before the hour was late. McGee was finding it all interesting but he could tell that most of the group was zoning in and out including Miss Kate. The only other avid listener seemed to be Jimmy. The younger man following every word only letting himself be distracted from Ducky’s tales long enough to give them refills on their drinks. McGee was nursing his drink as Ducky finished his tale of his first encounter with Indians. They were a peaceful tribe but apparently an attack occurred involving a rival tribe while he visited their village. The stories end brought about a moment of silence before Ducky continued starting to talk about how the now befriended Indians had helped him to heal a patient a few years later.
The older man had just begun when Tony yawned loudly. Ducky stopped to look over at the cowboy. “Sorry Ducky, but I need to hit the hay. It’s gettin’ late.” Ducky looked out the window as though seeing for the first time the hour. “Oh my, it has gotten rather long into the evening. I think perhaps we all should turn in. No doubt all of you are weary from your travels.” The other members of the gang including Miss Kate practically jumped up from the table. A varied chorus of agreement filling the air as the group headed toward the hallway. Ducky stood up as well in order to indicate what rooms they would be staying in for the evening. McGee stood up letting himself stretch slowly before following Ducky.
He looked back to see Jimmy cleaning up the few remaining dishes and offered him a goodnight. The young man smiled brightly before returning the temporary farewell. McGee turned back toward the group to see the woman go into a room on the left and Tony walk into a room on the right. There were two more doors down the hallway which McGee figured belonged to the two remaining men. McGee walked into the bedroom stopping briefly in unease at the sight of three beds. Two were against the far wall and one was against the wall sharing the kitchen. Tony was already lying down on the bed on the opposite wall that was closest to the hallway. He sat up briefly to throw his hat under the bed to join his boots before laying back down with a happy sigh.
McGee walked forward to take the bed opposite Tony. He felt a little awkward being in bed so close to another person but that feeling vanished as soon as the comfort of the mattress sunk into his bones. During their journey to the house Gibbs had been giving the captives a bed roll. The extra cushioning was nice after sleeping on the hard ground for over a week but nothing could compare to the bliss of an actual bed. It overshadowed any discomfort he felt. The result being that he was asleep in a matter of seconds. McGee stirred from his peaceful slumber when he heard a noise. He grumbled slightly as he tried to fall back asleep. When sleep wouldn’t find him he shifted slightly trying to find a different position.
It was only after he’d settled that he heard the noise that he believed was the cause of his disturbed rest. It was a continuous squeaking noise. His fuzzy mind was trying to puzzle out what it could be when he heard a moan. He woke up a little more thinking that maybe someone was in pain. He’d just opened his mouth to ask Tony if he was okay when his jaw became slack with shock. “Oh Donald, yes.” McGee looked toward the wall near his head suddenly realizing the noise was coming from the next room. A muffled cry sounded and he lay back down with a blush as he realized the squeaking noise was the mattress in the other room. He buried further under the blankets feeling thoroughly embarrassed.
“It’s cute isn’t it?” He ducked into the fabric cocoon even more at the sound of Tony’s voice. It felt as though he had a fever and he doubted even the darkness of the room would hide the redness on his cheeks. “What?” Even in the low light he could see the glint of Tony’s grin. “The two of em’. Ducky’s been trying to keep it a secret cause Jimmy still isn’t too comfortable around us. I think the kid thinks we’ll disapprove. There is no chance of that though. Ducky has been alone so long that we’re just happy he’s found someone so good to him. They still think we don’t know but we’ve known for awhile now.” Tony turned his head to the left to look at him as his grin increased in brightness just a fraction. “Thin walls don’t keep secrets.”
McGee grinned back weakly before trying to push the right side of his face further into the pillow. Another cry penetrated the wall the voice issuing it cracking. Tony looked up toward the wall before letting his eyes fall shut again, the expression on his face a perfect example of peaceful. McGee felt envious at his ease. He squirmed under the covers letting a mantra start up in his head to distract himself from the noises. ‘Hurry up and finish. Hurry up and finish.’ McGee managed to let that distract him until Jimmy’s voice cut through the repetitious words. “Uh…Donald.” The last word had a strangled quality to it but it also was helpful as much as it disturbed him. Finally moments after Jimmy spoke the squeaking stopped.
McGee felt himself relax into the bedding. ‘Good. Their done.’ Turning he let his face dig into his pillow and breathed deeply to eliminate his blush. It took some time but he eventually got his body temperature down. All the while he astutely ignored the fact that he was aroused. ‘It’s just a reaction to hearing them. I don’t find the thought of two men together arousing. I’ll be with a woman when the time is right. As my father says it should be.’ He let his father’s words become a safety net to ease his confused mind into rest. If his thoughts strayed to a silver haired outlaw before falling back into sleep well that was just another thought that was easily ignored.
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Gibbs headed back to Ducky’s house as the sun was rising. The trip to the brothel had done the trick. He felt renewed. On the way into town he’d felt annoyed with himself for forgetting to ask McGee about the numbness in his hands. Then he became even more annoyed when he realized he shouldn’t care. McGee was his captive not a friend. Only he wasn’t a captive anymore. McGee might not know it but he hadn’t been a captive since they’d left the cavernous hideout near Clearwater Canyon. Gibbs’ thoughts had meshed together until he was growling at himself in annoyance. Thankfully the walk into town was a short one and it wasn’t long before he’d cleared the entrance to the brothel.
Walking through the doors he’d found the first nubile young male he could and after paying for the night practically dragged him upstairs. He’d known before ever arriving that he was going to sleep with a man. It was what his body was craving but Gibbs refused to think past his baser desires on the matter. The young man had been a little on the skinny side but he’d more then worked to release some tension. Before the night had finished Gibbs had managed to make the prostitute come four times and he’d managed at least two climaxes. They’d both passed out from exhaustion afterward; the coming dawn only giving Gibbs about three hours sleep. He’d run on less before and decided to head back to Ducky’s before they sent out a search party.
Normally DiNozzo would have come with him to the brothel. He practically haunted the place when they visited Ducky but Gibbs wasn’t surprised when he decided to stay behind. He hadn’t seen DiNozzo this serious about a woman since he’d known him. If Kate was inclined he could see his right hand man settling down. Gibbs was happy for them despite himself. That small spark of happiness led him to thinking about a subject he’d been trying to purge from his mind. He stopped on the road for a moment firmly pushing the thought down before continuing toward the house. When he arrived the only person up and about was Jimmy. The young man was always up with the sun making breakfast, getting the fire ready on cold mornings, or getting the medicinal supplies in order if a patient was arriving.
He always went out of his way to make things easier for Ducky and that was one of the main reasons Gibbs liked Jimmy Palmer. His old friend Ducky had been alone for far too long. A man he’d been in a relationship with years ago abandoning him after fifteen years spent together. Ducky had confided that although the relationship wasn’t one based on love it had been comfortable and he’d been hesitant to become involved with someone ever since. Gibbs had been happy when he’d taken on an assistant a few years ago. It was good to know that Ducky had a little help with his practice. The arrangement had lasted until his assistant Gerald had fallen in love, gotten married, and moved a few miles away to start a family.
With Gerald gone Ducky had started a search for a new assistant and it wasn’t long before Jimmy stepped into the picture. At first things were purely professional but the last time his gang had stayed at Ducky’s they’d discovered their relationship. As quiet as Jimmy tried to be the guest bedroom that shared Ducky’s wall was just too thin. It had been a surprise when Gibbs had been woken from a light doze by the sounds of passion, but he’d only been able to feel happiness for his friend. When he was more awake he’d started to become worried that perhaps Jimmy wasn’t taking things seriously so for the next few days he was put under Gibbs’ scrutiny. What he observed only cemented his belief that it was love from both parties.
There were many little things that proved Jimmy’s devotion but in truth his reaction to Ducky’s stories cemented Gibbs’ opinion regarding his sincerity. Only someone in love with Ducky could listen to his stories for five hours straight and manage to hang on to every word. Jimmy looked away from their breakfast as he came inside to give Gibbs a nervous smile. “Good morning Gibbs. Would you like some coffee?” Gibbs gave a nod as he headed to the table. Sitting down he watched as Jimmy filled a cup. Once Jimmy moved away he picked up the cup to take a sip. He practically groaned in bliss. Just the way he liked it. Piping hot with enough strength to eat away rust on a horseshoe.
Jimmy always tried to make everyone comfortable when they visited and in doing so had quickly learned how Gibbs liked his coffee. It was common knowledge among everyone that a coffee deprived Gibbs was a frightening Gibbs. He let his eyes glide over to settle on Jimmy’s back. It had been some time since Jimmy had become more to Ducky and he wondered when they would announce it to everyone. He would have to find a way to help Jimmy relax around them. The young man was already family he just didn’t know it yet. There was a slight shuffling noise to Gibbs’ left. He kept the cup at his lips letting the coffee slide down his throat as he turned his head to see McGee walk into the room looking slightly mussed from sleep.
The round eyes still squinted trying to adjust to the light; the short honey-colored hair sticking up at odd angles. As he moved closer a fist came up to rub at his eyes; a yawn parting the small mouth. Gibbs let his eyes drop to the table as McGee sat down. Even after the strenuous exercise of last night his member still twitched in interest. It was just his luck that his trip to the brothel would be pointless. What a waste of money. His fist tightened on the handle of his cup as he tried to suppress a growl. Releasing it would raise too many questions. Gibbs’ eyes only came up again when he heard a thunk followed by a hiss. McGee was cradling his right wrist to his chest. If Gibbs had to guess he’d accidentally hit the table with the appendage.
“Get the medicine bag.” Gibbs could have kicked himself. They were at Ducky’s now. He didn’t have to wrap McGee’s wrists. They had a doctor and one in training on hand. The other man immediately retrieved the bag then sat down close to Gibbs so that he could be tended to. Gibbs put down his drink before losing himself in caring for McGee. In no time the wrists were re-bandaged and McGee was putting the bag back from where he’d retrieved it. McGee was almost to the table once more when Gibbs’ mouth again volunteered him for something that he didn’t need to do. “After breakfast we’re going outside.” McGee looked about ready to ask why so Gibbs plowed on providing the answer before he could speak. “You need to learn how to ride a horse.”
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