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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Acknowledgements- Thank you to Cowgirl65 for another wonderful review. I smile every time I read it. In fact, I smile every time I read all of them. :) I especially liked the term “Go get em, Gibbs.”
Thank you to Rain for the lovely review. I’m so happy to hear you love the story. It’s awesome to know you love it as a whole piece and not just parts of it. Oh and I must say, what an adorable kitty. :)
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McGee walked slowly down the stairs. Each step he took pulled at his side the wrong way. He gripped the banister at the end of the stair case and breathed out in relief at finally making it to the bottom. He walked over to the study and knocked. After getting permission to enter he walked into the room sitting in front of his father’s desk. He wasn’t surprised to see Sheriff Murphy sitting in the chair next to the one he now occupied. “Timothy.” McGee looked up at his father. “Have you come to your senses?” He just dropped his head down until he was gazing at his hands. The Sheriff grunted but remained silent otherwise. “Alright son you leave me no choice. Sheriff Murphy, tell Mr. Richardson that we would be happy to accept his proposal.”
McGee looked up sharply. ‘What was going on?’ McGee looked to the Sheriff but the other man was already standing. “Father?” His father ignored him for a moment in favor of shaking the Sheriff’s hand and wishing him a good day. Once they were alone his father turned toward him again. “Mr. Richardson has asked for your hand in marriage. I told him no before but now that I know where your inclinations lie I don’t see anything wrong with accepting his offer.” McGee felt sick to his stomach. Mr. Richardson was known to be a cruel man. It was common place for his spouse to be seen with bruises. He’d already been married twice both of his wives dying. The first wife had just withered away whereas the second wife died of disease.
Although it was never confirmed many believe that the disease that killed her was contracted from her husband’s numerous indiscretions’ with prostitutes. He couldn’t marry Mr. Richardson. He wouldn’t survive it. Especially not now, not after being so happy with Gibbs’ gang. “Father, please don’t make me marry him. I won’t survive.” His father sat down behind his desk barely paying him any attention. “I’m afraid it’s the only way. I’ve spoken with the Sherriff about you not being willing to cooperate concerning the outlaws. It turns out that is a serious crime. You could be hanged for withholding information.
I mentioned that Mr. Richardson wanted to marry you and Sheriff Murphy agreed not to arrest you contingent upon your marriage. There is no need to worry Timothy. Mr. Richardson will make a fine husband. The women he married before were frail. You’re not strong for a man but you’re stronger then a woman. You’ll make a fine match. Besides I’m afraid it’s the only way.” At this point his father stopped what he was doing and looked up from his papers. “Unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind about helping the Sheriff.” McGee felt moisture gather in his eyes and looked down to hide the shameful reaction.
“No I haven’t changed my mind.” McGee heard papers rustling as his father returned to his work. “Alright then the wedding it is. Dinner is at seven. You’re dismissed.” McGee shuffled out of the room then slowly made his way upstairs. Once he reached his room he went to his bed and laid down on his side staring off into space. “What am I going to do?” The question hung in the air since the only occupant of the room was the one who’d issued the question in the first place.
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Ziva returned to the hideout with a look of fury on her features. It was meant to be frightening but came off as funny considering what she was wearing. Gibbs knew they were all too recognizable after the shoot out in the middle of town. None of them could go into town without the risk of being recognized. At least not how they looked normally. It was too dangerous a task for Abby to do alone and so that had left one option. The rest of the morning had passed with Ziva getting a makeover. By the time Kate and Abby were done Ziva barely looked like the same person. Her hair had been curled and pulled upward into an intricate design. She had been forced into a light yellow dress with a high neck.
There was a spot on the front of the dress that was a cream color that highlighted the numerous tiny buttons. A set of shoes, a pair of gloves, and a delicate handkerchief all in the same color completed the outfit. The only thing after the application of make-up that seemed out of place was, well, Ziva. Under the delicate layers she still scowled like an outlaw wobbling slightly due to her heels. Gibbs agreed that she should carry at least one weapon when she refused to step outside without at least something and Gibbs barely managed to hold back laughter at watching her try to strap a dagger to her thigh. The layers were making it hard to even find her skin.
DiNozzo didn’t even try to hide his amusement as he practically rolled on the floor at her struggle. The evil looks he was receiving from all three females not enough to stem his laughter. After Ziva’s brief battle with the garment she decided on another location and promptly stuffed the dagger down her top. Once she was ready she headed into town to see if she could dig up anything on Warren McGee’s son. With the sun setting she’d returned looking even angrier then when she’d left. Deciding not to comment on her sour mood he went right into finding out if her mission had been a success. “Did you find out anything?”
A breath heaved out of the flustered women. “Yes, it would seem that McGee is scheduled to marry a Mr. Richardson at one o’clock tomorrow. No one has seen him but people were wondering how he escaped. The townspeople are talking of nothing else. Gibbs, leader or not, if you ask me to wear a dress again I will kill you.” Gibbs wanted to grin but his mind was still ringing with the word marry. “I don’t know how anyone wears these things. They are tight, impractical, hot, and attract dirt. Not only that these shoes are making my feet sore. I can’t even feel some of my toes anymore. Then as if that wasn’t bad enough I accidentally dropped my handkerchief.”
Her tirade was only stopped by a brief gust of breath. “Men are swine.” Ziva tore the shoes off before practically tearing off the buttons trying to get the dress off. Gibbs looked to Kate thinking to see anger. They had raided Kate’s things in order to disguise Ziva but instead she seemed far away her face ashen. Gibbs looked toward DiNozzo to see him so wrapped up in amusement over Ziva’s complaining that he’d failed to notice Kate’s distress. He reached over to smack the cowboy on the back of the head. DiNozzo turned to him confused rubbing the abused spot. “Boss, what was that for?” Gibbs didn’t speak just nodded toward Kate. Once DiNozzo saw her expression he was at her side in an instant.
“Katie what’s wrong?” Kate ignored him and addressed Ziva. “What did you say his name was? The man Tim is supposed to marry?” Ziva had just slipped out of the dress and had started to attack the pins in her hair. “Mr. Richardson.” Kate fell quiet again and Tony wrapped his arms around her in concern. “Katie what is it?” She looked toward Tony with desperation starting to leak through the shock. “We have to get Tim back. Mr. Richardson has already put two wives in the ground. We have to get him back.” Everyone stilled at Kate’s words. DiNozzo looked to him for confirmation that they were going to do as she asked. Gibbs nodded. As if there was ever a doubt. “We go into town tonight. Abby I want you to have some food ready.”
Abby nodded in a jittery fashion. “Sure thing Gibbs.” He looked to Kate. “I want you to have someplace laid out for him to sleep and the medicinal supplies ready.” Kate nodded looking a little calmer now that she had a task. Gibbs then let his gaze slide to DiNozzo. “DiNozzo you go in the back and make sure no one can run off to alert the Sheriff.” Tony nodded before giving Kate a kiss then moving away to get ready to leave. “Ziva you cover the front while I get McGee.” She gave a sharp nod before a little grin surfaced. Gibbs knew the look. She was looking forward to this after being stuck in a dress for most of the day. Gibbs waited for everyone to finish getting ready as he watched the sky darken further. They would need to wait only a few more hours before they could make their move.
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McGee was lying on his bed in a daze. He’d gotten up just long enough to attend dinner. His missing the meal was out of the question. Since then he’d adopted the same state he’d been in most of the day. Tomorrow he would be marrying a monster. There was no way out of it. Not without betraying Gibbs. It was something that he shouldn’t care about but he knew that no matter how Gibbs felt he couldn’t stand to see something happen to the outlaw. He thought about running away but knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it alone out in the desert. He would be dead within the week. ‘I wish we’d never left Ducky’s.’ He let his unseeing eyes close and unbidden the image of Gibbs’ smile resurfaced from his memories.
The memory brought happiness for a split second before he opened his eyes again to ease the tightness in his chest. He sat up slowly before leaving the bed to sit on his window seat. This was where he’d been sitting the day he’d been kidnapped. This window had always been somewhat of an escape for him. He would read a book about adventures in far off places and then he would look out his window knowing the world was just beyond the clear panes of glass. He didn’t know why but it always seemed to make his dreams of someday traveling seem more real. Not the traveling he’d endured with his father but traveling at his own pace. Experiencing what made different people unique; maybe even finding some real friends along the way.
‘It’s funny. I felt more free being a prisoner then I ever have in my own home.’ He lifted a hand to touch a pane of glass; his eyes following the movement of his fingers. This window had always brought him comfort but he knew nothing would tonight. His eyes left off gazing at his hand to look down at the ground. He blinked. ‘This window has always been my escape. Maybe it can be one more time.’ McGee looked down at the ground considering. The house was only two stories but the ground was compacted. If he landed just the right way he could easily break his neck. McGee stood up and opened the window. It was built so that it split down the center. He pushed both pieces of the window wide open before climbing onto the bench.
A cool breeze wafted over his face. McGee smiled at the thought that even nature was making his last moments on earth as pleasant as possible. He sat on the window’s ledge with his legs dangling out. He leaned outward gripping the window’s frame. He then angled his neck to the side, hoping the angle would help it to snap, before letting go of the frame. He closed his eyes at feeling himself falling forward.
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Getting into the house was easy. Ziva had knocked on the door and when the butler answered had pulled her weapon. The butler had backed up into the hallway and Gibbs had followed Ziva into the house. DiNozzo had arrived moments later with the kitchen staff at gunpoint. Gibbs headed upstairs to search for McGee as DiNozzo volunteered to stay put so Ziva could round up anyone else. For some reason Gibbs felt urgent. He couldn’t place why but it felt as though every second counted. Following his instincts he went to the room he’d kidnapped McGee from the only other time he was in Warren McGee’s house. Gibbs opened the door slowly just in case someone other than McGee was in the room.
He crept inside to see McGee sitting at his window seat. It was like before only something felt wrong. He approached slowly then felt his eyes widen as McGee tipped forward. In an instant he was behind McGee. An arm was wrapped around the younger man’s waist as he hauled him back through the window. McGee fought his grip kicking and screaming. Gibbs was lucky that he was kneeling on the seat and had enough time to secure a hand against the window’s frame or they both would have toppled out the window. “No, I won’t! Let me go! Let me go!” Gibbs backed away from the window enough to be able to stand in front of the window seat. McGee didn’t relent with his struggling. Even a few steps away from the window seat he squirmed in Gibbs’ grip trying to still reach the window.
Gibbs finally found his voice all of his air being expended before now just simply trying to keep McGee in his grasp. “McGee, stop.” Gibbs was surprised when that was all it took to still McGee. He’d expected to have to do something more to get through to him. Gibbs wasn’t sure what else to say. McGee solved that problem by speaking first. “Gibbs?” The question was tentative as though he didn’t really believe the answer could be true. It made Gibbs close his eyes in pain. McGee couldn’t stay with the gang. It would be too much for Gibbs, but maybe he could stay with Ducky. Gibbs doubted that would be a problem; even if it was Gibbs would find some way to take care of McGee.
Knowing what he knew now he wasn’t going to let McGee get this desperate ever again. “Yeah, it’s me. We heard about the wedding and Kate told us he was a bad guy. We thought you might want some help.” McGee didn’t turn around just gripped Gibbs’ arms tighter. Gibbs knew he should let go now but couldn’t force himself to follow the command. It had been too close. Another second and he would have seen McGee’s body broken on the ground. His eyes closed again as he buried his nose into the back of McGee’s neck. Gibbs expected him to tense but the other man held still. If he didn’t know any better he would think that McGee was actually enjoying the touch.
Gibbs opened his eyes and suddenly remembered where they were. Every second that passed meant more of a chance that someone could get killed. Gibbs forced himself to pull away. “Come on we have to go.” McGee turned his head slightly. “How? My father…” Gibbs attempted to turn him so they could make eye contact, but he was met with a slight resistance. “DiNozzo and Ziva are downstairs keeping everyone in line. This is the last time you can come here so grab whatever you can’t live without.” McGee became startled and turned to him fully. “Gibbs you can’t let them hurt anyone. The servants are very kind. They only work for my father because most of them are indebted to him. Gibbs?”
Gibbs couldn’t respond right away. This was the first moment he’d gotten a look at McGee’s face. Even the room’s partial darkness couldn’t hide the massive bruise on the right side of his face; most of his skin swollen. “What happened to your face?” McGee turned his head sharply so that the unblemished side was all Gibbs could see. In that movement to hide it revealed something else. Gently grabbing McGee’s arm Gibbs brought him closer to a lamp. He kept his arm where it was before reaching up to grip McGee’s chin with his free hand. McGee resisted only for a second as Gibbs tried to turn his face into the light. “Let me see your face.” McGee looked down slightly but relented.
It looked even worse in the lamplight. The bruise a deep purple edged out in an irritated shade of red a small section of the bruise dangerously close to his right eye an ugly black. “It’s not as bad as it looks Gibbs. Really it doesn’t even really hurt.” Gibbs knew that was a blatant lie but decided not to call McGee on it. He knew the intent was to calm Gibbs’ temper. Once he was done examining McGee’s face he reached down to grab his collar. McGee jerked back but Gibbs grabbed at it again to push it aside. The shadow of a bruise he saw a few seconds ago was revealed in full; the bruise an exact outline of someone’s hand. Gibbs let his hands fall away trying to remain calm. “Get your things packed.”
McGee hesitated. “Gibbs.” Gibbs smiled slightly to reassure the nervous young man. “I’m fine. Now get packed. We don’t have much time.” McGee didn’t argue further. Gibbs watched as a medium sized bag was pulled from the closet. A few clothing items were thrown in the bag then came some books, some pictures, and a few small items. All in all it took McGee about five minutes to be ready. Once McGee stood before Gibbs waiting he reached out to pluck the bag out of his hands. “Gibbs I can ca…” Gibbs gently pushed him toward the door. “I’ve got it.” They reached the stairs and descended as quickly as possible. McGee seemed to be pained and Gibbs was determined to check him over fully once they’d reached their hideout.
When they reached the bottom of the staircase the other two outlaws started toward the front door keeping their guns trained on the staff. Gibbs caught sight of Warren McGee standing at his study doorway and marched over to him drawing his gun. He pushed the muzzle of his gun under Warren McGee’s chin. The way his enemy’s eyes widened satisfying the part of him that wanted vengeance. “I should shoot you for what you’ve done. Not only for what you’ve done to me but for what you’ve done to your own son. I won’t though because a bullet is too quick for someone like you. I’m going to make you suffer. Even if I have to drag you tied to my horse. I would enjoy watching the buzzards make a meal out of you. I’m sure I can find some way to keep you alive long enough for at least the beginning of their dinner.”
Warren McGee’s eyes narrowed as he took that in. Then the gaze moved past him and he didn’t have to look back to know that it had settled on McGee. “These are the people your loyal to? These heathens. When you see the error of your ways son just know that I’ll always be here to welcome you back.” Gibbs let loose a punch that broke Warren McGee’s nose. The other man’s hands flew to his aching nose. “Don’t you ever speak to him again. You lost that privilege the minute you put a bruise on his body.” Gibbs looked back to McGee to see that he looked a little more drawn then he did upstairs. “Come on McGee it’s time to go.”
After he lost his temper Gibbs was worried that McGee would be too frightened to come with them without trying to placate him. So he was pleasantly surprised when McGee obeyed immediately. Gibbs left the house first with McGee. When McGee mounted the horse a clear flash of pain marred his features and Gibbs knew positively that there was more damage then was visible. Once he was on the horse behind McGee his two companions quickly exited the house. In a manner of seconds they had mounted their own horses; the three outlaws wasting no time in getting out of town. Within minutes they had cleared the town’s border and well before they were pursued their hideout came into view.
Once they arrived at their hideout Gibbs helped McGee down from the horse. The young man tried to shrug off his pain but Gibbs had a feeling it was worse than McGee wanted to admit. Ziva had already announced their arrival so Gibbs led McGee into the cave keeping his arm in a loose grip. The moment they came into the main area of the hideout Kate was in front of McGee. Her mouth was open to speak when she took in his face. “Tim your face.” She lifted a hand as though she was going to touch him but then let it fall. As though she thought she might hurt him further. “I never imagined it was this bad.” She hesitated again then making a decision leaned forward to hug him in a loose grip.
Pulling back she gave him a gentle smile. “I’m so happy your back.” McGee smiled at her as though nothing was out of the ordinary. “I’m glad to be back too Miss Kate, but don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” The smile as well as the words ticked Gibbs off. It was too normal as though McGee was used to reassuring people of his well being. Gibbs interrupted at this point wanting to be able to look McGee over. “Is everything ready?” Kate looked up and nodded. McGee looked between them obviously confused but followed Gibbs when he pulled him gently in the direction Kate was leading them. A bedroll had been laid out with extra cushioning close to the fire the black bag containing their medicine next to the bedding.
“Lie down McGee.” The hesitation was back but he complied. Gibbs sat down next to the bedding and withdrew what he would need from the bag. He spread a paste over McGee’s neck and face to reduce the swelling. Once he was done with that he put aside the jar and braced himself for what else he would find. “Take off your shirt McGee.” The young man’s eyes widened and he grabbed his shirt as though Gibbs might try to rip it off if he refused. Gibbs’ eyebrows rose at the response. “McGee I need you to take off your shirt.” The younger man’s eyes darted around as though he was trying to think of a way out of the situation. Gibbs schooled his features into the calmest expression he could manage.
“McGee it’s important that I look at your ribs. I think one of them might be broken.” McGee looked at him for a moment trying to decide. Finally he released his death grip on the fabric and started to shakily take off the shirt. “I’m sorry Gibbs. It’s just that…I don’t…I’ve never uh undressed in front of..anyone..so.” Gibbs kept his expression neutral. It was rare for a man McGee’s age to never have undressed in front of anyone, but considering the tight hold his father had on McGee it really shouldn’t be surprising. That, of course, didn’t stop Gibbs from being somewhat surprised. That line of thought quickly led to another. Was it possible that when Gibbs had kissed McGee that it was his first kiss? That didn’t seem likely but now Gibbs was starting to wonder.
All wandering thoughts came to a screeching halt when McGee’s torso was revealed. Just below McGee’s nipples his skin was one big bruise. Gibbs was even more pleased that he’d broken Warren McGee’s nose before leaving. Regardless of how gentle he was Gibbs knew that he would end up hurting McGee. “I need to poke around your ribs. This is going to hurt but I’ll try to be gentle.” McGee nodded bracing himself even before Gibbs spoke. The first touch brought a slight flinch. Gibbs felt down the ribcage gently until he found what he’d been fearing. He released a puff of breath through his nostrils as he withdrew his hands. “You have two broken ribs on your left side. I’m going to put more paste on your stomach for the bruises then I need to wrap your ribs.”
McGee nodded not bothering to speak. Gibbs could tell he was too focused on trying to breathe through the pain. Gibbs got started. He tried to be gentle but quick. It had been a long night and he knew the best thing for McGee was rest. Once Gibbs was done McGee put his shirt back on and only then did Abby approach seemingly out of nowhere. “I brought some soup and water. Are you hungry?” Gibbs didn’t give McGee a chance to respond. “I’ll take it Abby. Thanks.” With a gentle smile she sent to both of them she handed over the tray and joined the others on the opposite side of the camp. Gibbs was grateful that they seemed to know on instinct that applying the medicine was best done with some privacy.
Gibbs looked back to McGee who was struggling to sit up. “Did you want some help?” McGee paused for a moment thinking on his offer. “I can sit up okay it’s just staying up that’s the problem.” Gibbs took in the wan smile directed his way before moving to the wall facing the head of the bedroll. Once his back was against the wall Gibbs reached out to gently pull McGee against his chest. A small gasp escaped the other man but Gibbs pretended not to hear the noise. He reached out again to pull the food closer and then helped McGee steady the bowl as he ate. The angle the bowl was held at meant that Gibbs’ hand was lying on top of McGee’s. The other hand supporting the bowl on the other side as McGee concentrated on getting the spoon to his mouth.
Gibbs tried not to think about how comfortable he felt. How right this seemed but regardless of how much he fought it the feeling remained. Gibbs decided to stop thinking for awhile and just enjoy the closeness. Harsh reality would intrude soon enough. After McGee was finished eating he’d already been practically asleep against Gibbs so he was put to bed. The rest of the group had settled in for the night; being careful to not disturb the resting young man. DiNozzo had the first watch, Gibbs the second, Ziva the third. Knowing this Gibbs turned in early since he’d lost sleep the previous night. Unfortunately luck was not on his side and after two hours of not being able to fall asleep he’d relieved DiNozzo so at least he could get some rest.
He let his eyes sweep over the landscape again before his gaze found its way upward. He smiled slightly as he spoke to himself. “The stars are beautiful tonight. Very bright.” He turned his head toward the camp at the unforeseen response. “Are there clouds in the sky?” Gibbs watched as McGee emerged from his bedroll. It was a slow process but eventually he was on his feet. Gibbs watched as he bent slightly to grab a blanket before making his way over to where Gibbs sat. “Do you mind if I join you?” Gibbs wanted to say yes but he knew it would hurt McGee. The other man had been hurt enough already. Gibbs didn’t need to add to it. “No go ahead.” Gibbs turned back toward the landscape as McGee shifted until he could sit down.
“Are you cold? I brought the blanket for both of us.” Gibbs was a little chilly but he quailed at the thought of sharing a blanket with McGee. “No I’m okay.” McGee shifted as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. “If you change your mind just let me know.” Gibbs nodded. “That night seems like years ago. So much has happened. It’s hard to believe it’s only been one day.” The last thing Gibbs wanted to talk about was that night. “McGee you should really be resting.” Gibbs hoped the other man would listen to him and go back to bed. He doubted it though. “I’m not tired. Not right now anyway.” Gibbs really wasn’t surprised. It would have been too easy. After that the silence stretched Gibbs watching the horizon and McGee watching the stars.
Gibbs almost groaned aloud when McGee started speaking again. “Gibbs, can I ask you something?” Gibbs nodded not really trusting himself not to sound annoyed. “You’ll probably think I’m really forward but I don’t know how to bring it up any other way.” Gibbs scanned the area again. Hopefully this would be brief. “Will you kiss me again?” Gibbs’ head turned toward McGee so sharply he actually felt a twinge. “What?” McGee dropped his eyes slightly not being able to maintain eye contact. “I was wondering; if you would kiss me again? I really liked it the first time and I thought that maybe you liked it too.” Gibbs started at him in shock. This didn’t add up in his mind.
McGee had been horrified when Gibbs had kissed him. Why now did he suddenly want another kiss? The thought that McGee might think it necessary crossed Gibbs’ mind and he felt sick to his stomach at the thought. McGee looked up at the continued silence his uncertainty coming to the fore. “If you don’t want to kiss me I understand. I know that right now I’m hideous.” McGee lowered his head looking at his hands. Gibbs snapped out of his stupor at that and reached out to cup the left side of McGee’s face. The younger man looked up surprised at the action. “You’re not hideous. You’re lovely.” McGee smiled softly at that the reddening of his cheeks just barely visible in the low light.
Gibbs wanted to kiss McGee again but he had to clear some things up first. “I was surprised you wanted me to kiss you again. The last time I did you looked horrified when I pulled away.” McGee seemed confused before realization replaced the look. “At first I couldn’t help thinking about my father’s reaction if he knew about the kiss. Ever since I was small he’s drilled it into my head that being with another man was wrong. I couldn’t believe that it had happened, but then I really thought about how I felt. It didn’t take long to realize I liked the way it made me feel. I was going to tell you when you returned but I feel asleep before you got back. Then you took me home so I thought that you didn’t want me anymore since you got what you were after.”
McGee looked down as confusion took over his expression. “Why did you send me home? My father told me he didn’t pay the ransom. I thought you just wanted to get rid of me but then you came back. I don’t understand.” Gibbs looked away not able to face McGee. He hadn’t known about the danger he was sending McGee into but he felt horrible regardless. “I thought that you would hate me after what happened. I thought it would be better for you if you went home. I didn’t know your father treated you so cruelly.” Gibbs looked toward McGee now trying to convince him of his sincerity. “I never would have let you set foot in that house if I had known.” McGee smiled as he reached out to envelop one of Gibbs’ hands in his own.
“I know. It’s a relatively well kept secret. Many believe I’m favored by him because I’m his only child, his only son. The truth is he hides me away not to protect me from his enemies but out of shame. I’m nothing like him. I’m weak like my mother.” Gibbs squeezed McGee’s hand to draw his attention back to Gibbs. “Strength comes in many forms. There is more to you Tim then what your father sees.” A bright smile broke out on McGee’s face. “Gibbs you called me Tim.” Gibbs felt ridiculously embarrassed but managed to hide the feeling. “If we’re going to pursue something I think it’s only right that I call you by first name. I’d also like it if you started calling me Jethro. How does that sound?” McGee’s smile grew wider. “That sounds wonderful.”
Neither of them said anything for a moment just looking at one another. Gibbs lifted his arm and watched as McGee settled against his chest. He let his arm drop down to gently hold McGee against his side. “Is this okay?” McGee nodded against the front of his shirt. “More than okay.” Gibbs grinned happily as he looked out again toward the surrounding land; the warmth of the younger man being a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “Gib..Jethro?” Gibbs looked down to show he was listening. McGee bit his bottom lip nervously. “You never did answer my question.” Gibbs let his confusion show. “Will you kiss me again?” Gibbs chuckled softly before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on McGee’s mouth.
He kept it brief. The bruising bordered McGee’s mouth and he didn’t want to hurt McGee by accident. There would be time for more passionate kisses later. Pulling back Gibbs soaked up the happy expression on McGee’s face. It made him lean down again and before he knew it the kisses had multiplied. One kiss becoming two then three then four the gentle press of his lips eventually leaving McGee’s mouth to pepper all over the uninjured side of McGee’s face, the hideout filling with the soft laughter of two lovers finally finding each other.
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