Whatever You Want
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ncisficathonTitle: Whatever You Want
Author: Beth Green
Written for: Settiai
Archive: Sure, just let me know where
Pairing: McGee/Abby
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2234
Summary: This story was written in response to the following prompts: roses, incense, and handcuffs. (Thanks, Settiai!)
Teaser: Ziva responded, "I know why I've checked out Agent McGee's derriere," she paused to turn a rather lust-filled gaze upon McGee as she tilted her head for a better view of a certain portion of Tim's body, then continued, "but I must say that I find the fact that Tony has been checking out McGee's ass more than a little bit disturbing."
*****
Special Agent Timothy McGee stared intently at his computer monitor screen. He wished that his eyes could scan the information presented as fast as his fingers were capable of calling up the facts. Instead, he was limited by his brain's processing capabilities as he scrolled through the data files he'd obtained, hoping to find the lead that would break the team's current case wide open. He'd long ago managed to close off his attention to outside distractions, in no small part due to his fellow agent, Tony Dinozzo.
Dinozzo had been assigned to paperwork detail and was supposed to be conducting a survey of the financial records of their prime suspect. Tony hated paperwork, and was not shy about sharing that fact in the form of a verbal diatribe. He was very careful to hold onto his comments when Gibbs was within listening distance. Unfortunately, the Supervisory Special Agent had been in a meeting with the NCIS Director for the past half hour.
Immediately after Gibbs left the room, Tony had begun his litany of complaints. "I'm a field agent, I should be out in the field. This sort of boring, butt-numbing work should be assigned to someone whose butt shows the evidence of a lot more time spent sitting than mine does." Tony stared pointedly at McGee as he made his last statement.
McGee breathed a sigh of thanks for Ziva's quick wit and ready smile when she responded before he could come up with a suitable riposte. "I know why I've checked out Agent McGee's derriere," she paused to turn a rather lust-filled gaze upon McGee as she tilted her head for a better view of a certain portion of Tim's body, then continued, "but I must say that I find the fact that Tony has been checking out McGee's ass more than a little bit disturbing."
Tony immediately hurried to his own defense. "That's not what I meant! All I'm saying is that the only reason I'm stuck with the scut work is because of McGee's ass-kissing."
Ziva's eyes opened wider. With a shake of her head, she declared, "That is what they call a Freud slip, yes?" Ziva did not wait for an answer as she explained, "The fact that Tony just used the words 'ass-kissing' and 'McGee' in the same sentence is more than just coincidence."
Tony's words tripped over themselves as he countered, "That's 'Freudian,' and no it's not. The only reason you're trying to sexually harass me is because you're jealous." Tony ignored Ziva's 'Ha!' of disbelief as he continued, "The fact that I was on a date last night that lasted well into the morning has your frustrated sex drive sending you into attack mode."
McGee decided to speak up. After all, Ziva had been nice enough to show him an ego-boosting bit of appreciation. He figured he owed her, and redirected Tony's attention back onto himself. "The only one frustrated around here is you, because you overslept and then tried to lie to Gibbs about it."
Tony had no ready comeback. His lips curled downward in a show of displeasure as he privately acknowledged the fact that he had no one to blame but himself for his current work assignment. The moment of self-awareness did not dissuade Tony from sharing his unhappiness with his fellow agents.
McGee did his best to ignore the repetitive list of complaints.
It had been a while since Tony had been so thoroughly disgusted with an assignment. In the normal course of events, Gibbs did not assign Dinozzo the tedious research detail that file surveys entailed. However, Tony had made the tactical error of arriving late this morning, and then trying to lie about the reason for his tardiness.
Earlier. . .
Tony was disheveled, his pace a brisk run when he belatedly entered the offices of the NCIS. His steps slowed as he approached the impatiently waiting figure of his superior. He explained, "Boss, I'm sorry I'm late, but my alarm didn't go off, and then there was an accident on the freeway."
Gibbs' inquisitive, "Really?" was Tony's undoing. Gibbs asked the question as if he already knew the answer.
From the narrowing of his superior's eyes and the hint of disbelief in his tone of voice, Tony knew that there was no point in continuing to lie. He admitted, "Maybe not." He lowered his head, shame-faced, and declared, "Sorry, Boss."
Gibbs smacked the back of Tony's head with the open palm of his hand and declared, "You ever lie to me again and you're fired." He then walked over to McGee's desk and picked up an imposing stack of files. Gibbs shoved the pile forcefully into Tony's chest.
Even though he wanted to refuse to accept the burden, Tony's arms reached out to catch the files before they could fall to the floor.
"Change in assignments. Dinozzo, you get to deal with our suspect's financial records."
Tony reflexively opened his mouth to object, but immediately swallowed his words of protest. The ice-blue glare shining from Gibbs' eyes silently informed Tony that it would be a grave tactical error to do anything other than to comply with the order. When Gibbs continued to stare at him, Tony forced out a "Yeah, Boss," of agreement.
Gibbs nodded once, sharply, and left his agents to carry out their assigned tasks.
Tony slowly walked to his desk, his body drooping more from the mental than the physical weight of the files. Before sitting, he paused to address his fellow agent: "McGee, not a word."
Tim gave a superior smirk, raised an eyebrow and shrugged before he focused his attention upon his computer. He did not want to give Tony the excuse the senior agent was looking for in order to avoid the time-consuming task of paging through reams of files, and declined to give the verbal reply that Tony had been hoping to provoke.
Tony gave a resigned sigh, slumped into his seat, and reached for the topmost file. He managed to work quietly and diligently until Gibbs was called into the Director's office.
Deciding that Gibbs' absence signaled that it was time for a break, Tony began to verbalize his pent-up discontent. He had been trying to distract McGee for the past half hour.
McGee silently congratulated himself on his ability to tune out most of Tony's irritating comments. He was so focused on his work that the forceful slap on his shoulder came as a complete surprise.
"Ouch!" He rubbed away the brief stinging pain from the impact and turned to confront his attacker. "Damn it, Abby, what was that for?"
Abby placed her fisted hands upon her hips, her body language conveying her anger just as effectively as the physical abuse had. Confirming McGee's assessment of her state of mind, Abby scolded, "You didn't return my messages!"
McGee pointed to his computer, stating, "I've been busy."
Abby replied, "How long does it take to e-mail or IM? You -" Abby stopped speaking mid-sentence when she realized that she was in the middle of the office, and Tony and Ziva were way too interested in her discussion with Tim. She folded her arms across her chest and declared, "I need you in the lab." When McGee hesitated, she stated, "Now." Her tone of voice let McGee know that he would not appreciate the consequences if he failed to follow her order.
McGee saved the data on his computer and shut it down, then stepped away from his desk and began to follow Abby.
Tony waited until Abby was out of hearing range but Tim was not before he gleefully commented to Ziva, "McGee's gonna get his ass kicked by a girl."
Tim did not have any suitable reply to offer, fearing that Tony's words would prove prophetic. He stepped into the waiting elevator, and rode down to the lab with a silently fuming Abby by his side.
*****
Once they were safely in the lab and out of the earshot of others, Abby began to speak. "I left you one simple message." She stared at Tim, waiting for his response.
He nodded. "Yes. Yes, you did." He raised his chin defiantly and added, "But you left it a half a dozen different times."
Abby was tempted to hit him again. Instead, she raised her hands, waving them at either side of her head as she asked, "So why didn't you answer me?" Abby did not wait for an answer as she continued, "Because you knew that your answer would piss me off."
Tim shook his head. "Actually, no. I didn't answer because it's none of your business." He added, "You're not a part of my love life any more, and I'd really appreciate it if you kept your nose out of it."
Abby crossed her arms across her chest defensively. "When you let Tony have your iPod and he shared its contents with anyone who had access to a monitor, your love life became everyone's business. Damn it, McGee, you're doing it again!"
Tim shook his head. "First, I didn't let Tony have my iPod, he stole it! Second, I repeat, my love life is none of your business. Third, I'm doing what again?"
Abby tapped her foot impatiently. "The new cologne? The expensive shirts? *Zamfir?*" The last was said with a considerable amount of disgust. "You can't tell me that you've suddenly developed an interest in the pan flute. Your girlfriend, on the other hand. . ." She let her voice trail off, and waited for McGee's response. It wasn't long in coming.
He stared at a spot somewhere over her shoulder as he replied, "Maybe I never gave Zamfir a chance."
Abby reached out her hands and placed them on either side of Tim's head, forcing him to look at her. "McGee, I know you, and I know when you're lying." She let go of his face, allowing one hand to trail across his cheek in a caress as she did so. "You couldn't look me in the eye when you said what you just said."
Feeling tired and defeated, Abby dropped gracelessly into a nearby chair. She feared that history in the person of Timothy McGee was about to repeat itself. Tim stood nearby, silently waiting for her next words. They were not long in coming.
"You told me that you liked my music, even though I found out later that you hate Android Lust and Plastic Death. You told me that you liked the patchouli incense that I burned, even though it made you sneeze." Abby stared at Tim, her eyes dark pools of disappointment as she asked, "Should I go on?"
Abby knew that Tim knew what she was thinking, by the way his face twisted in memory. He had misled Abby about many things. Unfortunately, she did not discover his deception until their relationship had progressed much further than it ever should have.
Abby had not hidden her attraction to her coworker when they first met. He responded enthusiastically to her overtures, and they had begun a sexual relationship. Much to her delight, McGee had informed Abby that, like herself, he was sexually adventurous. After an evening of slow seduction, Abby had blindfolded Tim and handcuffed him to her bed. She used her body to teach him all she'd ever learned about sensual stimulation. She'd thought that he was as blissed out as she herself had been. To her horrified and everlasting regret, Abby discovered that what she'd thought were whimpers of excitement had proven to be whimpers of fear. Abby had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that it took her far too long to realize that Tim was not remotely turned on by what she'd been doing. In his attempt to go along with Abby's sexual fantasy, the stubborn ass had refused to call a halt to the proceedings.
Tim turned away, not able to face her knowing gaze. He mumbled, "So, yeah, maybe I am, just a little. . ." he hesitated, trying to find the right words to explain. "That is, you were right. I'm doing it again."
Abby stood up and placed her hands on Tim's shoulders, turning him so that they were now face-to-face, except for one minor detail: McGee refused to look at anything other than the floor. Abby curled the fingers of one hand into a half-fist and gently tucked her hand below Tim's chin, persuading him raise his gaze to eye-level.
"McGee, it's okay to be yourself. You don't have to pretend to be someone else. When the right woman comes along, she'll appreciate you for who you are. You don't have to try to change yourself to fit someone else's image of the ideal man." She smiled, forming her hand into a complete fist and throwing a mock punch at Tim's head. "So, knock it off, okay?"
Tim nodded.
*****
That night, McGee and his girlfriend had their first fight when Tim disagreed with something that she'd said.
The next day, he sent her a dozen red roses, because they were her favorite flower. The roses made him sneeze, but he would put up with the discomfort if it meant that he would continue to enjoy the pleasure of her company. When he apologized verbally, he told her, "Whatever you want, you let me know. I'll do it."
*****
~end
Author: Beth Green
Written for: Settiai
Archive: Sure, just let me know where
Pairing: McGee/Abby
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2234
Summary: This story was written in response to the following prompts: roses, incense, and handcuffs. (Thanks, Settiai!)
Teaser: Ziva responded, "I know why I've checked out Agent McGee's derriere," she paused to turn a rather lust-filled gaze upon McGee as she tilted her head for a better view of a certain portion of Tim's body, then continued, "but I must say that I find the fact that Tony has been checking out McGee's ass more than a little bit disturbing."
*****
Special Agent Timothy McGee stared intently at his computer monitor screen. He wished that his eyes could scan the information presented as fast as his fingers were capable of calling up the facts. Instead, he was limited by his brain's processing capabilities as he scrolled through the data files he'd obtained, hoping to find the lead that would break the team's current case wide open. He'd long ago managed to close off his attention to outside distractions, in no small part due to his fellow agent, Tony Dinozzo.
Dinozzo had been assigned to paperwork detail and was supposed to be conducting a survey of the financial records of their prime suspect. Tony hated paperwork, and was not shy about sharing that fact in the form of a verbal diatribe. He was very careful to hold onto his comments when Gibbs was within listening distance. Unfortunately, the Supervisory Special Agent had been in a meeting with the NCIS Director for the past half hour.
Immediately after Gibbs left the room, Tony had begun his litany of complaints. "I'm a field agent, I should be out in the field. This sort of boring, butt-numbing work should be assigned to someone whose butt shows the evidence of a lot more time spent sitting than mine does." Tony stared pointedly at McGee as he made his last statement.
McGee breathed a sigh of thanks for Ziva's quick wit and ready smile when she responded before he could come up with a suitable riposte. "I know why I've checked out Agent McGee's derriere," she paused to turn a rather lust-filled gaze upon McGee as she tilted her head for a better view of a certain portion of Tim's body, then continued, "but I must say that I find the fact that Tony has been checking out McGee's ass more than a little bit disturbing."
Tony immediately hurried to his own defense. "That's not what I meant! All I'm saying is that the only reason I'm stuck with the scut work is because of McGee's ass-kissing."
Ziva's eyes opened wider. With a shake of her head, she declared, "That is what they call a Freud slip, yes?" Ziva did not wait for an answer as she explained, "The fact that Tony just used the words 'ass-kissing' and 'McGee' in the same sentence is more than just coincidence."
Tony's words tripped over themselves as he countered, "That's 'Freudian,' and no it's not. The only reason you're trying to sexually harass me is because you're jealous." Tony ignored Ziva's 'Ha!' of disbelief as he continued, "The fact that I was on a date last night that lasted well into the morning has your frustrated sex drive sending you into attack mode."
McGee decided to speak up. After all, Ziva had been nice enough to show him an ego-boosting bit of appreciation. He figured he owed her, and redirected Tony's attention back onto himself. "The only one frustrated around here is you, because you overslept and then tried to lie to Gibbs about it."
Tony had no ready comeback. His lips curled downward in a show of displeasure as he privately acknowledged the fact that he had no one to blame but himself for his current work assignment. The moment of self-awareness did not dissuade Tony from sharing his unhappiness with his fellow agents.
McGee did his best to ignore the repetitive list of complaints.
It had been a while since Tony had been so thoroughly disgusted with an assignment. In the normal course of events, Gibbs did not assign Dinozzo the tedious research detail that file surveys entailed. However, Tony had made the tactical error of arriving late this morning, and then trying to lie about the reason for his tardiness.
Earlier. . .
Tony was disheveled, his pace a brisk run when he belatedly entered the offices of the NCIS. His steps slowed as he approached the impatiently waiting figure of his superior. He explained, "Boss, I'm sorry I'm late, but my alarm didn't go off, and then there was an accident on the freeway."
Gibbs' inquisitive, "Really?" was Tony's undoing. Gibbs asked the question as if he already knew the answer.
From the narrowing of his superior's eyes and the hint of disbelief in his tone of voice, Tony knew that there was no point in continuing to lie. He admitted, "Maybe not." He lowered his head, shame-faced, and declared, "Sorry, Boss."
Gibbs smacked the back of Tony's head with the open palm of his hand and declared, "You ever lie to me again and you're fired." He then walked over to McGee's desk and picked up an imposing stack of files. Gibbs shoved the pile forcefully into Tony's chest.
Even though he wanted to refuse to accept the burden, Tony's arms reached out to catch the files before they could fall to the floor.
"Change in assignments. Dinozzo, you get to deal with our suspect's financial records."
Tony reflexively opened his mouth to object, but immediately swallowed his words of protest. The ice-blue glare shining from Gibbs' eyes silently informed Tony that it would be a grave tactical error to do anything other than to comply with the order. When Gibbs continued to stare at him, Tony forced out a "Yeah, Boss," of agreement.
Gibbs nodded once, sharply, and left his agents to carry out their assigned tasks.
Tony slowly walked to his desk, his body drooping more from the mental than the physical weight of the files. Before sitting, he paused to address his fellow agent: "McGee, not a word."
Tim gave a superior smirk, raised an eyebrow and shrugged before he focused his attention upon his computer. He did not want to give Tony the excuse the senior agent was looking for in order to avoid the time-consuming task of paging through reams of files, and declined to give the verbal reply that Tony had been hoping to provoke.
Tony gave a resigned sigh, slumped into his seat, and reached for the topmost file. He managed to work quietly and diligently until Gibbs was called into the Director's office.
Deciding that Gibbs' absence signaled that it was time for a break, Tony began to verbalize his pent-up discontent. He had been trying to distract McGee for the past half hour.
McGee silently congratulated himself on his ability to tune out most of Tony's irritating comments. He was so focused on his work that the forceful slap on his shoulder came as a complete surprise.
"Ouch!" He rubbed away the brief stinging pain from the impact and turned to confront his attacker. "Damn it, Abby, what was that for?"
Abby placed her fisted hands upon her hips, her body language conveying her anger just as effectively as the physical abuse had. Confirming McGee's assessment of her state of mind, Abby scolded, "You didn't return my messages!"
McGee pointed to his computer, stating, "I've been busy."
Abby replied, "How long does it take to e-mail or IM? You -" Abby stopped speaking mid-sentence when she realized that she was in the middle of the office, and Tony and Ziva were way too interested in her discussion with Tim. She folded her arms across her chest and declared, "I need you in the lab." When McGee hesitated, she stated, "Now." Her tone of voice let McGee know that he would not appreciate the consequences if he failed to follow her order.
McGee saved the data on his computer and shut it down, then stepped away from his desk and began to follow Abby.
Tony waited until Abby was out of hearing range but Tim was not before he gleefully commented to Ziva, "McGee's gonna get his ass kicked by a girl."
Tim did not have any suitable reply to offer, fearing that Tony's words would prove prophetic. He stepped into the waiting elevator, and rode down to the lab with a silently fuming Abby by his side.
*****
Once they were safely in the lab and out of the earshot of others, Abby began to speak. "I left you one simple message." She stared at Tim, waiting for his response.
He nodded. "Yes. Yes, you did." He raised his chin defiantly and added, "But you left it a half a dozen different times."
Abby was tempted to hit him again. Instead, she raised her hands, waving them at either side of her head as she asked, "So why didn't you answer me?" Abby did not wait for an answer as she continued, "Because you knew that your answer would piss me off."
Tim shook his head. "Actually, no. I didn't answer because it's none of your business." He added, "You're not a part of my love life any more, and I'd really appreciate it if you kept your nose out of it."
Abby crossed her arms across her chest defensively. "When you let Tony have your iPod and he shared its contents with anyone who had access to a monitor, your love life became everyone's business. Damn it, McGee, you're doing it again!"
Tim shook his head. "First, I didn't let Tony have my iPod, he stole it! Second, I repeat, my love life is none of your business. Third, I'm doing what again?"
Abby tapped her foot impatiently. "The new cologne? The expensive shirts? *Zamfir?*" The last was said with a considerable amount of disgust. "You can't tell me that you've suddenly developed an interest in the pan flute. Your girlfriend, on the other hand. . ." She let her voice trail off, and waited for McGee's response. It wasn't long in coming.
He stared at a spot somewhere over her shoulder as he replied, "Maybe I never gave Zamfir a chance."
Abby reached out her hands and placed them on either side of Tim's head, forcing him to look at her. "McGee, I know you, and I know when you're lying." She let go of his face, allowing one hand to trail across his cheek in a caress as she did so. "You couldn't look me in the eye when you said what you just said."
Feeling tired and defeated, Abby dropped gracelessly into a nearby chair. She feared that history in the person of Timothy McGee was about to repeat itself. Tim stood nearby, silently waiting for her next words. They were not long in coming.
"You told me that you liked my music, even though I found out later that you hate Android Lust and Plastic Death. You told me that you liked the patchouli incense that I burned, even though it made you sneeze." Abby stared at Tim, her eyes dark pools of disappointment as she asked, "Should I go on?"
Abby knew that Tim knew what she was thinking, by the way his face twisted in memory. He had misled Abby about many things. Unfortunately, she did not discover his deception until their relationship had progressed much further than it ever should have.
Abby had not hidden her attraction to her coworker when they first met. He responded enthusiastically to her overtures, and they had begun a sexual relationship. Much to her delight, McGee had informed Abby that, like herself, he was sexually adventurous. After an evening of slow seduction, Abby had blindfolded Tim and handcuffed him to her bed. She used her body to teach him all she'd ever learned about sensual stimulation. She'd thought that he was as blissed out as she herself had been. To her horrified and everlasting regret, Abby discovered that what she'd thought were whimpers of excitement had proven to be whimpers of fear. Abby had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that it took her far too long to realize that Tim was not remotely turned on by what she'd been doing. In his attempt to go along with Abby's sexual fantasy, the stubborn ass had refused to call a halt to the proceedings.
Tim turned away, not able to face her knowing gaze. He mumbled, "So, yeah, maybe I am, just a little. . ." he hesitated, trying to find the right words to explain. "That is, you were right. I'm doing it again."
Abby stood up and placed her hands on Tim's shoulders, turning him so that they were now face-to-face, except for one minor detail: McGee refused to look at anything other than the floor. Abby curled the fingers of one hand into a half-fist and gently tucked her hand below Tim's chin, persuading him raise his gaze to eye-level.
"McGee, it's okay to be yourself. You don't have to pretend to be someone else. When the right woman comes along, she'll appreciate you for who you are. You don't have to try to change yourself to fit someone else's image of the ideal man." She smiled, forming her hand into a complete fist and throwing a mock punch at Tim's head. "So, knock it off, okay?"
Tim nodded.
*****
That night, McGee and his girlfriend had their first fight when Tim disagreed with something that she'd said.
The next day, he sent her a dozen red roses, because they were her favorite flower. The roses made him sneeze, but he would put up with the discomfort if it meant that he would continue to enjoy the pleasure of her company. When he apologized verbally, he told her, "Whatever you want, you let me know. I'll do it."
*****
~end
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Date: 2006-09-10 02:25 pm (UTC)Well done.
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Date: 2006-09-13 10:44 pm (UTC)So many stories, so little time.
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Date: 2006-09-20 08:11 am (UTC)"I'm a field agent, I should be out in the field. This sort of boring, butt-numbing work should be assigned to someone whose butt shows the evidence of a lot more time spent sitting than mine does."
And I think you really nailed McGee by focusing on his tendency to try to please people and be agreeable. He's starting to stretch out of that a bit now, but he definitely tends to imprint on the people he admires. Nice job!
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