An NCIS romance: DiNozzo/McGee

by Jojoraven68

Summary:

tony and McGee have a movie night and things get TENSE... s e x u a l l y. If you like slow burns this will kill you in a good way, I promise.
This will PROBABLY have more chapters, but please know that I am an insane vampire with a death wish apparently, However I like this ship so what the hell. Let's see how many conservative family members I can piss off, am I right ladies??
Enjoy :)
-Jojo

Chapter 1: Movie Night

The thing about Tony, is if you want him to do something you have to make him think it was his idea. That is what he had done two days ago when he got Tony to ask him if he wanted to have a movie night on their next free night. Of course he had offered to do it at his place, he had control at home, he felt comfortable at home.
McGee aggressively scrubbed at the coffee table, anxious to make sure it was perfect. Didn’t want anything out of place for Tony to mock, he wouldn’t hear the end of it for a month. The thought of the endless teasing made him scrub just a little harder, and yet a small smile crawled onto his face despite himself. Tony’s mocking was endless, but also his own way of showing love.
His computer bleeped at him, letting him know that his hacking was done. Good, now he could fix that messaging system for that game. Some idiot had really screwed it up, and it was a good thing he had caught the errors, for their sake. If he could fix it before anyone noticed he might be able to make that game actually worth playing. They made the whole thing rely on their messaging system and that had a lot wrong with it. Nothing he couldn’t fix in a night though. He thought to himself as he finished cleaning the living room and kitchen. Tony should be here anytime now, he didn’t want him to see that he had been cleaning. Better he didn’t know how much he had prepared for his arrival. He almost wished that he didn’t know.
He put away his cleaning supplies and did one last sweep of the apartment, it looks good. Nothing in sight that Tony could possibly mock him about. Perfect. Everything is just right. He threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and set it for two minutes. That will be done either by the time he gets here or sooner. McGee paced the kitchen anxiously.
“It’s just Tony!” he muttered to himself frustrated. He’s just never been here when it’s just the two of them. Never just the two of them watching a movie. His heart skipped a beat and he internally cursed it.
Three abrupt knocks echoed through his apartment, he walked over to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. Tony stood there, a stupid grin plastered across his face.
“Hey McProbie!” Tony said, he lift his hand to show a six pack of beers, “I brought something to drink, figure you wouldn’t have anything decent here.” Tony pushed past him inside, and set the six pack on the kitchen counter. The microwave dinged and Tony jumped slightly.
“Popcorn.” McGee said, and hurried over to the microwave, pushing past Tony to get to it. The kitchen just a bit too small for the two of them, but neither of them moved to create more space.
“Nice. Popcorn. Beer. Movie. Perfect guys night.” Tony opened two bottles of beer while McGee poured the steaming hot popcorn into a large bowl and tried to hide the small smile growing on his face.
“I figured we could watch Indiana Jones or something.” McGee said.
“Not star wars or something sci-fiy?” Tony teased, and handed him an open bottle.
“Well… those aren’t really your favorite, and I have seen them plenty of times. I thought we could watch something we would both enjoy.” Tony sat down on the couch and settled into the cushions.
“Alright then McGee, fire it up!” McGee turned on the tv, he had put the disc in hours ago, and sat down on the couch next to Tony, putting the bowl of popcorn between them as a buffer.
Harrison Ford ran around on screen, flashing his gun around as Tony made fun of his grip and handling of guns. Both of them reaching in the popcorn bowl at the same time, their hands dangerously close to touching and McGee agonizingly aware of every second, and cursing himself for it. He should not be feeling like this while sitting next to Tony, but with every moment of the movie dragging on he felt his heart beating heavy in his chest. Aching for just a brief touch of their hands, despite knowing the endless torture that would throw him into.
Finally the movie ended, and they sat in silence in the dark. Neither of them making a move to turn on the lights or get up from the couch. McGee let his hand rest on the rim of the popcorn bowl and he could feel Tony’s hand millimeters away. I can’t have these feelings for Tony, McGee thought, I have to work with him everyday. These feelings spell disaster for me.
Tony suddenly jumped up and rushed to turn on the light. Slowly following, trying to calm his emotions, McGee went to the kitchen and put the popcorn bowl in the sink, and his empty bottle of beer on the counter. He opened another bottle of beer for himself.
“You want another one?” McGee asked Tony.
“Nah, I gotta drive home at some point.” Tony said, he came into the kitchen next to McGee and got himself a glass of water. “What do you think about this case?”
“What the dead Colonel case?”
“Are we working on another case I don’t know about?” Tony quipped. McGee rolled his eyes at him.
“I think that it’s tough, but we’re gonna get it worked out soon. Maybe we’ll actually find a lead in the morning.” McGee said, and took a sip of his beer. Trying to ignore how close they were standing.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm worried about Gibbs, he seems crankier about this case somehow." Tony said. They stood there and let silence fall again, and McGee could sense Tony staring at him. His heart beat made its unwelcome appearance again, and he tried to force it to shut up, and failed.
"McGee..." Tony said suddenly. His voice a little breathless. "Do you ever..."
"Do I ever what?" McGee asked as Tony took a step closer. Their bodies closer, and McGee could feel himself open to anything that could happen next. Hoping for something to happen.
"I don't know." Tony's voice sounded huskier now. The sound of a ring tone broke them apart quickly. They bounced backwards and lunged for their separate phone, neither one sure who's was going off. Tony found his phone first, and that it was the one making the heinous noise. "Hello?"
McGee stood by while Tony talked on the phone, the conversation thankfully brief, he could only guess it was Gibbs. Finally Tony hung up, and looked at him, with a curious look in his eyes.
"Gibbs needs us back at the office. Abby got a lead." They broke into action grabbing their gear, and said nothing about the moment they had shared in the kitchen as they drove back to the office, slightly upset at the lost opportunity.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Summary:

Things get hotter between McGee and Dinozzo

The bullpen was a mess of activity. Ziva and Gibbs were both there already when Tony and Mcgee arrived. The keyboards clicked anxiously as they worked frantically. The Colonel’s daughter had been reported missing only half hour ago. McGee almost felt guilty for his night with Tony, they should have been at work, or protecting that little girl.
“McGee, Tony, go to the Colonels house, I want you to stay with Mrs. Harold.” Gibbs said as Tony and McGee came walking up.
“Yes boss.” Tony said. Grabbing a couple of things from his desk. McGee stopped and turned to Gibbs.
“What about the girl?”
“Ziva and I are handling it.”
“Yes Boss.” McGee quickly followed Tony out the door. Mrs. Harold is currently staying in Norfolk, they have a long drive ahead of them. McGee didn’t think he could handle it. That long with just Tony? They’re either going to kill each other or… He didn’t really want to think about the other option.
They rushed down to the car and were off again before McGee could even fully process it. He tried not to think about earlier. How close they had been standing, the possibility that had almost become a reality. Had Tony been about to kiss him? Had he wanted it?
“McGee? What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Tony’s voice cut through the silence.
“Nothing.” McGee said quickly.
“No, no, no. You don’t get off that easy McBlushy. What are you thinking about that’s got you red?”
“Nothing. Seriously.” He could feel himself getting redder. Tony suddenly pulled the car over. Into the woods, and turned off the engine.
“McGee. Please.”
“Why do you want to know so badly?” McGee nearly shouted at him.
“Because I - because I just need to know.” Tony said.
“Keep driving Tony.”
“Timothy. Please. I gotta know.” Tony said. He almost sounded like he was pleading with him. McGee didn’t say anything. Tony slowly started the car, and the silence settled like a blanket over a bed, not exactly perfectly with a few lumps and wrinkles.
They didn’t even get near Norfolk before Tony pulled off the freeway and onto the side of the road. Without a word. McGee felt his stomach drop. ‘Please don’t question me. Please. Don’t make me admit to myself, and you, my feelings.’ He thought. His stomach did a flip which attracted butterflies and more reasons to stay silent.
“Tim.” Tony said. His voice suddenly husky. McGee glanced at him, but didn’t move to fully look at him. Couldn’t pull himself to dare a glance, didn’t trust himself.
“Tim, please.” Tony said again.
“What?” He said, his heart practically bursting. Still refusing to look at him.
“I… I have to tell you something. And this isn’t going to be easy Probie but… Tim… you just have to know. You have to know by now.” Tony chuckled. McGee dared a look over at him, and saw a distraught man, a desperate man trying to tell him something. He couldn’t help himself, and leaned in towards Tony.
Suddenly they were locked in a passionate kiss, pushing against each other, Tony’s hand sneaked into his hair and his tongue twisted along his lips, enticing him to more. They stayed locked in that moment for what could have been eternity, what McGee wished would have been eternity. But it ended almost as quickly as it began. they sat next to each other in silence for a moment before Tony started the car again and drove on to Norfolk.
"Let's not tell Gibbs." McGee said, fixing his hair as best as possible.
"Oh yeah. Thats a big no."
They reached Norfolk in complete silence with out any more incidents, much to the disapointment of both of them.

Notes:

Hey guys! Sorry I'm taking forever on updates, started school back up and it is killing me. Might post some OC stories soon here though so be on the look out. :) Also Message me and let me know of any other ships you might want me to do, I hve a few ideas but I always wanna know what people like. Here for you all always. I check this often so message me with anything. All my love! - Jojo

Chapter 3: The Colonel's wife

Summary:

I realized that it has been five years since I published the last chapter, but figured it could use some updating. More chapters probably to come now, I would like to finish the story.
This is the boys meeting the Colonel's wife and discussing the disappearance of her daughter. Trigger warning: fear, and watching someone cry over a missing child.
Again, sorry for the long wait, but hope you enjoy the update!

Mrs. Harold was as much of a wreck as one could imagine. She sat in the living room, statue still and tears streaming down her cheeks. Barely talking to them beyond one or two word answers. These were the worst sorts to deal with in Tim’s opinion, he could deal with someone screaming at him, calling him names or begging him to find their child. With any of the others ways that parents deal with the trauma of a child going missing, he can rationalize it and knows exactly the correct procedure to deal with those situations. It’s all written down in handbooks and easy to understand manuals. Hell it was even logical, of course they want someone to yell at when they are scared for the well being of their child. But this? The silence. He didn’t know how to help, and there were no manuals that could assist him in this sort of situation.
All he could do was hope that she was listening.
Honestly, he couldn’t imagine being in her situation right now. Husband out at sea commanding an aircraft carrier, living a few states away from her family, and now her daughter missing. Horrific. By all intents and purposes, right now, she was entirely alone. His heart broke for her, and gave her more lenience than he would give most. For instance, Tony right now, who was being less than no help.
Usually, Tony would have the perfect words to say in this situation. He would get the woman to calm down and open up, or at least attempt to slap him and then Tim could play the good cop. Or at least be the decent person in comparison to Tony’s crazy. But now he was almost regretting kissing him in the car. Almost. Maybe if he hadn’t been selfish Tony wouldn’t be out of commission right now.
However, here they sat: Tony a fumbling buffoon, one silently sobbing Colonel’s wife, and everything being left to him; Timothy McGee, to fix. Joys.
Tim tried to think of something Tony would usually say, to try to diffuse some of the tension within himself. It didn’t work. Actually, it did the opposite and made him more flustered and tense. So he did his job, and cleared his throat and attempted to effectively communicate.
“Can you tell us about tonight and the events that led to you realizing she disappeared? Anything at all could help us find her,” he prompted gently. She blinked at him and cried a little harder.
“Gibbs and Ziva are going to find your daughter,” he said. She perked up a little at that and seemed to click into a gear.
“Why aren’t you out there too?” She asked. He wanted to sob with relief. Finally, a full sentence. Even if it was accusatory. He could deal with that.
“Because we aren’t sure if you are in danger yet, or what is going on, so we are here both as guards and as support to try to figure out what might have happened to your daughter. If you can tell us anything about what happened tonight, that would be incredibly helpful,” McGee pressed. The woman seemed to consider this very carefully, like it was a bomb that could explode in her lap.
“It was a normal night, I came home and she was already here doing homework in her room,” she paused to quietly sob some more, “then her father called and we chatted with him on facetime for maybe thirty minutes?”
“Is that a typical evening for you?” Tony interjected. Finally clicking into some semblance of a gear. He had actually pulled his note pad out of his pocket and was taking notes. Tim felt like he could cry with relief.
“On Fridays, yes,” She said, “He can’t call every night, but makes time for us on Fridays, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays. Sometimes he is able to call between then too but not always. He almost never misses a call.”
They both nodded at this, it was typical of naval officers to insist on being in consistent communication with their families so this part was not a surprise.
“What did you do next?” Tony prompted her.
“Well, I took the phone from her and went downstairs to make dinner while I caught up more privately with my husband,” she fiddled with her jeans a bit and seemed to be holding back tears, “I got off the call around seven thirty and called Sophie down for dinner.” The poor woman broke into tears at this point. Full blown, unrestrained sobbing. The sat there quietly as she sobbed, every bone in his body aching to comfort her, to reach out and hold her as she cried. But that was unprofessional. He silently cursed professionalism, as he always did in these situations.
Slowly, she found her composure again, and Tim hated that she needed to do that. Hated that she needed to pull herself together and tell them – two complete strangers – about one of the more terrifying moments of her life, and now they would have to figure out if the girl (Sophie) ran away or was taken away from her. It was horrific.
“She never came down,” Mrs. Harold managed to say before breaking down again. Tim wished he could call someone – anyone who could sit with her. But unless he called a therapist or personally tracked down all her friends and relations, there was nothing he could do, besides finding her daughter and bringing her home safely.
“What did you do after that?” Tim pressed, though he felt every ounce of his blood revolt.
“I went upstairs to look for her, and found the window open,” she sniffed, and wiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.
Tony motioned to him to step away for a chat, Time obliged him and quickly got up from his seat.
“We’ll be right back ma’am,” he informed the weeping woman, and they walked into the other room.
“The girl’s laptop was still here,” Tony whispered, “and officers found her phone under the bed. They told me before we walked in.”
“Oh, shit,” Tim felt that realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and then the second one hit, “wait, why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I didn’t have time! The officers pulled me aside while you were introducing yourself to Mrs. Harold!” Tony hissed back.
“Yeah, but you need to tell me these sorts of things before we start asking questions,” he complained.
“I’m telling you now,” Tony said with a look attached. McGee felt himself pouting. Deeply pouting. Before he could respond, his friend said quickly:
“You’re cute when you pout.” And rushed back out to Mrs. Harold. Tim melted into himself a few separate times before following.

Notes:

Let me know what you think and I will write more :))