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Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 006 Word Count: 9402
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Abby Sciuto, Timothy McGee, Ensemble
Category(ies): Alternate Universe, Angst/Drama, Episode Related, First Time, Friendship, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo, Abby/McGee, Tony/McGee
Episode(s): 5-18 Judgment Day
Summary: The team is given a unique opportunity while the regime change takes place. What they learn about each other will powerfully change them as well...
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
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Family Dynamics 4/?
Approaching the doors to the rear deck, Jimmy looked around carefully, hoping nobody was nearby. Despite the loose, knee length shorts he wore over his swim trunks, and the long-sleeved t-shirt that covered everything but his hands, he still felt overexposed and didn't want anyone seeing him. His plans for a private swim were dashed as he got close enough to see out the glass panels and realized Tony was just climbing out of the water. His disappointment was quickly supplanted by admiration, however, as the other man shook his head, spraying droplets, slicked back his hair with both hands then raised both arms high and stretched.
A moment later, a tiny sound from his left caught a still entranced Jimmy by surprise and he jumped, turning to find Tim leaning against the wall deep in the shadows.
"Agent McGee... I'm sorry if I intruded, I didn't think anyone..."
"It's Tim, and you weren't intruding." Tim interrupted tiredly. "I just..."
He trailed off and slowly, as if he didn't know he was doing it, reached out to place one palm against the glass. Jimmy turned his gaze back to the outdoors and echoed Tim's quiet sigh as he watched Tony execute a picture perfect dive back into the pool.
"Yeah... he's pretty amazing, huh? I couldn't look like that if I worked out ten hours a day for the rest of my life... not to mention I'd need a whole new face. I wonder how much plastic surgery actually costs..."
Jimmy flinched and frowned when Tim's hand pulled away from the glass and swept up to crack him lightly in the back of the skull. "What was that for?"
Tim flushed and looked chagrinned, but he stuck to his guns and voiced his reasoning.
"It's what Gibbs would've done if he heard you talk like that. You're not Tony and you're not supposed to be. All the stuff you and I talked about on the plane... you're smart, insightful and really funny. Plus the work you do gives families peace. A pretty face and a tight ass don't compare to gifts like that."
"Wow... yeah, I guess it is kind of... I mean... he's in great shape, but I never... I don't look, not on purpose..." Jimmy stuttered, staring at Tony but trying to seem like he wasn't.
"No, me either." Tim agreed too quickly, forcing irritation into his tone. "You can't exactly help but notice, though, can you? He loves wearing those tight jeans... flaunting everything right out in public. Hell, look at that tiny Speedo... the man has no shame. No humility, either. Guys who were born with the face and the money and nobody to answer to or protect... they just never get it."
Both men were silent for a few minutes, but eventually Tim glanced over at Jimmy, sensing he was being intently scrutinized. "What?"
"You're not really mad. You want me to think you are... but it's not true."
Tim scowled down at his feet and grunted a response.
"I take back what I said about the insight."
"Agent... Tim, I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
"Know what? There's nothing to know." Tim countered immediately, fighting to keep any trace of trace of fear out of his voice.
"I'm not telling anyone, I swear. It's not my business if you're... attracted to Tony. Like I said, I can understand why you would be. To tell the truth... I am too. A little."
Tim raised his eyes minimally and glared back out at the pool from under his lashes, watching as Tony dried off a little then draped the towel over a lounge chair and causally stretched out, slipping on his shades and relaxing in the sunshine that was just beginning to slide over the back deck. "You don't understand." He mumbled then repeated it loud enough for Jimmy to hear, turned on his heel and stalked away. "You don't understand... nobody could possibly understand."
"Tim! Wait, please..." Jimmy called quietly, cognizant of the others nearby who might still be asleep. McGee heard him, but had more than enough incentive not to pay attention and never stopped. Distressed, Jimmy watched his friend practically run up the stairs, deeply upset at the truth Tim had just told. A moment later the youngest member of the team nearly jumped out of skin a second time when a concerned voice spoke from close beside him.
"That looked serious. You two okay?"
"Tony... don't... don't do that."
"Easy. Catch your breath, kid."
"Sorry. Last I knew you were across the deck. I didn't hear the door open..."
"Just one of the benefits of life with Gibbs. You learn to move reeeally quietly. So... big fight?"
"No... difference of opinion." Jimmy sighed, turning his gaze back to the now empty staircase.
"Okay." Tony responded slowly. "If it gets to where you need a referee, you'll tell one of us, right?"
"Good. I'm gonna make some breakfast. You hungry?"
"Okay. Well, the pool's all yours. Have a good swim. By the way, I don't mind that you were watching... but I promise not to return the favor unless you tell me you're okay with it."
"It wasn't... I wasn't trying to... you're just so..."
"Hey, hey, relax. I said I was cool about it. Go on, get out there and have your time in the water before Ziva wakes up. She loves swimming and if you let her get in there first she'll probably be doing laps for hours."
"She... how do you know that?"
"Story from when she first showed up. You feel like getting around that fire pit out back and making some smore's after dinner tonight... I'll tell you all about it."
"Okay. That... that sounds good. Thanks."
"No problem. Get going, now, before you lose your place in line."
Jimmy smiled briefly and made his way out the door, chin tucked into his chest so he wouldn't have to think about how close the two of them were as he brushed by. Tony shut the door behind him, chuckling to himself, and moved into the kitchen. Just as he reached the spot where the coffeemaker sat, he heard faint noises from the front of the house. Grinning, he filled a mug and held it out to a lightly perspiring Gibbs. "Good run?"
"Not long enough. Just out to the gate and back... mmm, good brew. Nobody else'll drink it this strong, though."
"There's an extra pot under the counter in case this one breaks. I figure the rest can make their own batch."
"Hmmph. Good idea. Thanks for this. How's the pool?"
"Gorgeous. Jimmy's having a turn out there at the moment..."
"... so stay away from the back deck. Got it."
"I was just about to start some food. You feel like anything in particular?"
"Uh-huh. Anything else?"
"Butter and a knife to spread it with."
"Why do I even bother to ask?" Tony snickered, shifting over to get into the fridge and pull out the bread. Shuffling footsteps sounded behind him and he turned back just in time to be embraced by a sleepy-eyed Abby.
"Morning, Abs. You sleep good?"
She nodded lazily against his chest, but her verbal response had nothing to do with his question.
"Already made. Help yourself, if you can drink it brewed on the Nuclear Waste setting, like the boss." Tony teased gently. Abby looked up at him with a soft, grateful smile, gave him one final squeeze and released him to head for her morning boost. Only after the first sip did her eyes open fully, drawing a laugh from Jethro.
"Much. Shower or pool, Tony?" she asked, tipping her mug in the direction of the knee-length terry robe he wore.
"Pool. Figured I'd better get out there before the crowd descended. Ziva still asleep?"
"She wanted me to think so. I'm worried about her. She was so quiet yesterday and I don't think she slept more than a couple hours..."
"Give her space, Abs. She's doin' what we all are." Gibbs advised.
"Which would be?" Tony inquired as he turned back around after pushing the bread down into the toaster.
"Workin' out what she is and isn't responsible for."
Tony frowned lightly, his gaze shifting first to the floor and then into the middle distance, but he didn't reply, grateful for the reprieve when he heard the distinctive snap from the small appliance behind him. Opening up a cabinet, he retrieved a small plate and dropped the toast onto it, holding it out to Gibbs without looking in the older man's direction. Gibbs knew enough not to push and silently took his meal to the large table a few feet away. Abby, however, refused to ignore the voice of her heart and moved to Tony's side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He briefly dropped his head onto her shoulder in acknowledgment of her concern.
"I'm okay, Abby."
"No you aren't, Tony. Bossman is right... none of us are okay yet, but you have to know we will be." She reassured him quietly. "And you have to see you didn't do anything wrong. Okay, so Jenny started out as a pain, but I got to like her and I never would've wanted her to suffer. Her way... she didn't."
"I know... she was an adult, it was her life and her right to choose how it ended. I just wish she hadn't screwed Ziva and me in the process... here, take the butter to the table, okay?"
"Tony... I don't have to worry about you too, do I?"
"No. Like Jethro said... we'll all work it out for ourselves. Go, Abby. Please."
"You better not be lying to me. I hand out a lot worse than a dope-slap if you piss me off."
"I remember." He replied, kissing her on the cheek. "I swear, I'll never give you cause to dig up the duct tape again, okay?"
Abby moved away and Tony took a deep, slow breath. He considered heading upstairs to check on Tim, but was fairly sure that he was the basis for the issues the younger man had with Jimmy, so he chose to search the fridge for omelet ingredients instead. Cooking had always been an effective distraction from his troubles and now he dived into it with relish, shoving Jenny Sheppard and her actions into a tiny corner of his mind and locking them away.
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