Opening Up 2/2 for colorguard28
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ncisficathonTitle: Opening Up 2/2
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sexycazzy
Written for:colorguard28
Prompt: Tony/McGee, first time, one doesn't realize the other is interested
Archive: I will do this myself
Genre: slash, romance
Pairings: Tim/Tony, brief mentions of past Tim/Abby
Rating: PG for this part
Disclaimer: These characters belongs to the show, NCIS, and not to me, unfortunately Word Count: 2,608
Summary: After bumping into Tony at a school's drive, Tim asks Tony to help him with moving his stuff into his new place. Will they be able to open up to each other?
Spoilers: none
Author's Note: Beta~ed by the wonderfulscripps. All other mistakes and errors are all my own! All comments/feedback are
welcomed & loved! (as long as they are positive criticism!)
Hope you enjoy the second part,colorguard28! So sorry it has taken a while!
Opening Up 2/2
Knock, knock, knock
When Tim opened the door, he was holding his phone up to his ear, shouting into it, as he gestured for Tony to come in. He turned back to the living area angrily.
“I told you to come today,” Tim yelled. “…not tomorrow. I made it clear, and even put the date in the letter I sent you.”
After a few minutes of arguing with someone on the phone, Tim finally hung up and threw the phone onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Tony asked from behind, and Tim jumped, having forgotten that Tony was there.
“That,” Tim growled, “was the removal company. They were supposed to come today but apparently, I gave them the wrong date. But I know that I didn’t! I need to find that letter and prove to them that they were wrong.”
Tim started to open a box next to him, when Tony stopped him. Tim looked at him, puzzled.
“Calm down, Probie. I know someone who can come and help us,” Tony smiled.
Tim blinked, surprised. “But…what about the removal people? They said they will come tomorrow, but I need to move out of here today.”
“Call them back and cancel,” Tony shrugged. “Go on, I will make a call.”
Tony took his phone out, and dialed a number, and then waited for someone on the other end to pick up. Tim stared at him, open-mouthed. Tony pointed to the phone on the sofa and made a gesture to call the removal company.
Tim nodded as he went to pick his phone up.
When Tim was finished with the call, he returned to Tony, in time to hear him speaking in Italian into the phone and was surprised. He didn’t know that Tony spoke the language expertly, and found himself wondering what else about Tony didn’t he know.
Tony looked up and made a thumbs up sign, then turned to the phone. “Grande, grazie, ci vediamo tra un'ora. Ciao.”
Tony hung up the phone and grinned at Tim. “They will be here in an hour.”
Tim just stared at Tony. “You spoke Italian!”
Tony raised an eyebrow as he looked at Tim. “Of course, you knew that.”
“Yes…but you spoke it so well, I never heard you talk in Italian, not properly. I only heard you say a few words, like grazie or ciao, and some other words, but not like that!” Tim gestured to the phone.
“McGee, I am half-Italian,” Tony rolled his eyes, as he made the point.
“But…” Tim started to protest as Tony interrupted. “Look, why don’t we get moving? My cousin and his sons will be here in an hour.”
“Y…your cousin?” Tim asked, bewildered. He never knew that Tony had a cousin.
Tony sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Yes, my cousin. Now can we get a move on?” Tony turned around and started to go to a few boxes.
Tim stared at Tony’s back, slowly realizing that Tony didn’t want to talk about his family, and sighed as he followed Tony.
Tim asked if Tony didn’t mind putting DVDs in some boxes. Tony nodded and walked over to where the DVDs were. The television and DVD players were already unplugged.
A comfortable silence fell as they begun to work.
Tim started to put boxes outside the door, so that it was easy for Tony’s cousin to take boxes downstairs, when Tony suddenly said in a quiet tone. “My mom spoke Italian.”
Tim stopped immediately and slowly turned to Tony.
“She was caring and loving. She always sat in the kitchen with Nona, with me on her lap as they talked in Italian. It was how I learnt to talk, just by listening to them.”
Tim stayed still, not wanting to make a noise or a move in case Tony clammed up suddenly. This was the first time that Tony said anything about his family.
Tony went on. “When Mom died, Nona took me into her family. Paolo, my cousin, is her son. I grew up with him.”
Tim swallowed hard. “Nona…your aunt?” he asked quietly.
Tony shook his head. “Nona was the cook. She was like a grandmother to me… she was amazing….” Suddenly he changed the subject, “I can speak Spanish and Russian too.”
Tim blinked at the change of the topic but didn’t say anything about it.
“How?”
“We had a Spanish maid and I learnt a few Russian words when I was in Baltimore, it was for an undercover operation. I can understand Russian but don’t speak it very well.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tim was curious.
“I kept them a secret, because I knew I would be head-hunted by many agencies if they knew that I was fluent in many languages. I…I wanted to stay with NCIS,” Tony explained.
Tim went over to Tony, and put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I understand, and won’t say anything. Although, you can tell Gibbs. He won’t tell anyone, you know that.”
“I know, it’s a habit, keeping things secret,“ Tony shrugged, then smiled at Tim. “Sorry about earlier, I wasn’t used to other people knowing.”
Tim shook his head and waved it off. “It’s okay, thank you for telling me.”
Tony looked at Tim, smiling. Tim’s hand was still on Tony’s shoulder as they stared at each other silently.
Suddenly there was a loud knock and they pulled apart as Tony turned to the door.
“It must be them,” Tony grinned as he walked to the door and opened it. A short fat man with messy black hair flung his arms around Tony. “Antonio, ragazzo mio, bello vederti. E 'stato così a lungo!”
Tony laughed as he hugged the man. “Buona si vede troppo. Inglese ora per favore.”
The man let go and turned to Tim, who stood there, and slapped a hand on his back. “I never see Antonio long time. He make call ask for help. I am here to help.”
Tim rubbed the shoulder as he nodded. “Yes, thank you for helping.”
“This is Paolo,” Tony pointed to the man who hugged him. Then he pointed over his shoulder to the other two guys. “Nico and Enzo, his sons.”
Tim gave a small wave and asked them to come in.
“Yes tell us how we help you, Mister McGee,” Paolo and his sons followed Tim into the apartment.
“Call me Tim, please,” Tim smiled at Paolo.
Paolo beamed and slapped a hand on Tim’s back again as he shouted instructions in Italian to his sons to take boxes down to the van. Tim stumbled, but Tony took a hold of him. “You okay?”
“Yes, your cousin…he’s loud.”
Tony grinned. “Paolo can be very loud.”
Tim chuckled as they went to show Paolo which to take; which not to take to the new house. The things they left behind would go to the Salvation Army since Tim would be getting some new furnishing for the new place.
* * * *
It was dark, when they sat in the dining room at Tim’s new house, having Chinese takeaway. Paolo and his sons were gone, and there were boxes still to be unpacked, everywhere but at least they moved some of the old furnishing in so it was just boxes of small things to unpack and put away.
“This is a nice place you’ve got,” Tony told Tim. “It suits you.”
Tim smiled.
On the ground floor, there was a huge kitchen with the dining room attached, and a huge living room right next to the dining room. Upstairs, on the first floor, there were 3 huge rooms. One was to be converted into a study and library for Tim’s writing. The other two rooms were guest rooms. On the top floor, there was a huge open-planned bedroom with a walk in closet and an en-suite.
Tim loved the house. It was old and narrow but with huge rooms. There was a huge backyard for Jethro - the dog - not the boss. Jethro was with Abby and her parents today and would be coming home tomorrow. Tim was worried about Jethro and hoped that he would settle in a new place.
“Thank you, I love this place. I was lucky, this was the very first house that I saw and immediately fell in love.” Tim said.
Tony exclaimed in surprise. “First house? You didn’t see other houses?”
Tim shook his head. “No, like I said, I was very lucky to have found this place.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Some people have to visit loads of houses before finding the right one,” Tony shook his head, unbelievably.
“I know,” Tim beamed happily.
“Have your family been to see the house yet?” Tony asked as he chewed some noodles.
Tim was suddenly tense at the mention of his family. He took a deep breath. “We don’t speak.”
Tony looked up, abruptly. “What do you mean? I thought you were close to your family.”
“I…I told them something and they didn’t like it so we don’t speak anymore,” Tim said, trying to keep his emotions in check. He didn’t want Tony to find out about his sexuality.
“What?” Tony asked, curiously.
“It isn’t important,” Tim shook his head. “Now, eat up, we need to link the television up so that you can come over and watch movies.”
But Tony wasn’t having it. “What was it they didn’t like? You can tell me.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tim snapped at Tony and stood up, his chair falling over as he took plates into the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, he put the plates down and held onto the countertop and breathed deeply. He wasn’t ready to tell Tony, he couldn’t. What if Tony rejected him? What if he was homophobic? Then Tim shook his head. No, Tony isn’t homophobic. But he didn’t want Tony to know that he was gay, because then it meant that he would have to tell him about his feelings.
“I’m sorry,” Tony walked into the kitchen. “I won’t pry. I was just surprised because you were close to your family, especially your sister.”
At the mention of Sarah, Tim smiled and turned around. “She’s fine with it. She has been amazing. She will be here with Jethro tomorrow, after picking him up from Abby’s.”
Tony grinned and put a hand over Tim’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Tim smiled. “I’m sorry I snapped at you…” but Tony laughed it off.
“It’s okay, we won’t talk about it anymore.”
“Come on,” Tony said as he led Tim out to the living room. “I want to tell you more about my Nona.”
“Nona?” Tim asked, puzzled.
“The cook, remember? I told you about her earlier…”
Suddenly the realization dawned on him. Tony’s aunt - grandmother…well, kind of. “I remember.”
As they settled in the one sofa in the living, Tony began to talk about his Nona.
“Nona raised me after Mom died. Dad…well you’ve met him…. wasn’t around much. He was always going on business trips,” Tony told Tim.
Tim knew about Tony’s father. He visited NCIS a year ago and Tim didn’t like him immediately, having seen how he treated Tony. So he understood where Tony was coming from.
As he listened to Tony’s stories about his Nona, Tim was pleased that Tony had someone in his life who looked after him after his mother died.
Tim had never laughed as much as he has tonight as he heard about Tony’s exploits and pranks on his cousin, Paolo.
* * * *
It was almost midnight, as the movie was just finishing. Tim stretched out and yawned as he got up.
“It’s late,” Tim said. “You want to stay here?”
Tony stood up and shook his head. “I gotta go home, but thank you for inviting me. I enjoyed myself.”
Tim smiled as they walked over to the door, with Tony taking his jacket off the stairs.
“Thanks for a good night,” Tony patted Tim’s shoulder gently. “We should do this again.”
“Yes, we should,” Tim nodded, perhaps too eagerly. “Thank you for telling me about your Nona. I know it mustn’t have been easy for you.”
Tony gave a small shrug. “Ah, well, I know I can trust you.”
Tim felt guilty, when Tony said that. Tony didn’t ask anymore about his family and why they stopped speaking, yet Tony told him about his family. It wasn’t fair on Tony.
“You okay?” Tony asked, sounding concerned.
“I…I need to tell you something,” Tim said nervously. “There is a reason why my family and I stopped speaking…”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Tony tried to stop Tim, but Tim shook his head frantically. “I want to tell you…”
Tony sighed and nodded as he waited.
Then.
“I’m gay.”
Tony stared at him. “Wh…what?”
“I’m gay, Tony.”
Tony laughed, nervously. “You can’t be…you are straight! You slept with Abby…you talked to Clare…”
“They were all a front, Tony. Abby knows, she was there when I told my family,” Tim told Tony. “I was confused about my sexuality so I just kept dating women…Clare…”
Tony shook his head as he put a hand on the door’s handle. “I can’t do this.” Then he opened the door and just left, leaving it open behind him.
Tim was gobsmacked and blinked several times as he stood there, wondering what had happened.
Slowly, he closed the door, and went into the living room, shell-shocked. So Tony was homophonic after all.
Wait, it can’ t be that. They had a good time today. Tony kept touching him, they were not obvious but it was just a touch on his shoulder or on his knee, and they only lasted a few seconds but Tim noticed them. Tony told him about him family.
There were also some moments where they just looked at each other, being comfortable with each other.
So, Tim couldn’t understand why Tony suddenly left.
Wait… a light bulb went on in his head. No, yes…Tony had been himself, and he was being touchy-feely with him all night.
Oh, he was such an idiot. He ran out of the living room, stopping to grab his keys and jacket then went out the door.
It was raining. Tim looked up and down the road. He knew that Tony caught a taxi to his old apartment earlier because his car was broken down.
So it was possible that Tony walked because the road was quiet and Tim started walking down the road, looking for Tony.
He saw Tony sitting on a bench and ran over to him.
“I’m sorry,” Tim sat down next to Tony.
“It should be me saying sorry to you,” Tony laughed.
“No, I’m such an idiot for not noticing it sooner,” Tim shook his head.
“Noticing what?” Tony asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice.
Tim turned and put a hand on Tony’s face. “That you have feelings for me.”
“I…I hid them because I knew…thought you were straight. I kept them hidden, and it just became a habit like many others.”
“I have feelings for you too, Tony,” Tim replied.
“No, you don’t. Don’t play games with me.”
“Listen to me. I know you. When you told me about your Nona, your Mom, your Dad, I noticed that you kept a mask over them all, that you didn’t want to show how much it hurt when they all left you. Your Nona and Mom died, not because of you. It just happened. As for your Dad, well I can’t say but I know one thing.”
Tony pulled away from Tim, not wanting to hear what Tim has got to say, but Tim pulled him back and made him look at him.
“Don’t hide from me. I saw the true you tonight. And I like it. I want to be with you, and I promise I won’t leave you.”
“You can’t promise,” Tony trembled a little as he looked at Tim, rain pouring on them.
“I can…” Tim started to say but he saw the panicked look on Tony’s face and amended. You’re right, I can’t promise that, but I can promise you that I will try to not leave you.”
“Yes.”
“Wh..what?” Tim was puzzled.
“Yes, I have feelings for you,” Tony smiled.
Tim beamed and leaned in and kissed him gently. “Is this okay?”
Tony moaned into the kiss. “More than okay.”
“Good, I don’t want to stay out here any longer. Come back with me?” Tim asked.
“Yes, I want to keep kissing you,” Tony kept a hold of Tim as they stood up and walked over to the house.
Tim laughed. “Me too.”
* * * *
Epilogue
It was a year and a few months later. Just a couple of months earlier, Tony and Tim decided to tell the rest of the team about their relationship.
Now the team was helping Tony move out of his apartment into Tim’s house.
“Watch that sofa,” Tony yelled to Ziva and Jimmy. “I’m taking that.”
Tim looked at the sofa with shock. “Tony, it is old and ragged. You can’t take it!”
“I can, McGrumpy,” Tony laughed as he put an arm around Tim and kissed his forehead. “You built me an entertainment center in the basement. It will go there, and you don’t have to look at it.”
Tim sighed heavily. “Fine, you can take that old thing.”
Behind them, Ziva asked. “So are we taking this or not?”
Tony turned to Ziva, and said in a sing-a-song. “Yes we are taking this.”
Tim shook his head and went into the kitchen and found Abby there, with Jethro.
“Is it so exciting that your two Daddys are finally moving in together? Well, Daddy Tony is moving in with Daddy Tim,” Abby said to Jethro. Jethro just titled his head and looked up at Abby, licking her hand.
“Daddy Tony? Daddy Tim? Seriously, Abby, you can’t say things like that,” Tim was bemused.
Abby looked up and laughed. “Why not?”
Tim gestured to Jethro wildly. “Because he is a dog!”
Abby shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, past Gibbs who was walking in.
“We need to talk,” Gibbs looked at Tim, who suddenly felt nervous.
“Sit-down,” Gibbs pointed to a chair opposite him. As they sat down, Gibbs said, “I talked to Tony, now I’m talking to you.”
Tim swallowed hard. “Y…yes, boss?”
“When you told us a couple of months ago, that Tony was moving in with you and that you were together, I wasn’t happy about it. I was against it because of Rule 12. But then you surprised me by saying that you both have been together almost a year. I didn’t even see anything different between you two, and I knew then that Rule 12 didn’t apply,” Gibbs told Tim, who sat there, blinking several times because this was the first time that he has heard Gibbs say more than a few words.
“Now, I want you to know, I will be here for the both of you,” Gibbs smiled. “If you need anything, just ask and I will help in any way I can.”
“T…thank you, boss,” Tim was stunned. “I appreciate that…. and I know Tony will…”
Gibbs put a hand up. “I’m not finished.”
Tim nodded and stopped talking.
“Tony’s like a son to me. So if you hurt him, I will hunt you down and kill you and get Abby to make you disappear without a trace. Understand me?”
Tim went pale and nodded frantically. “Boss, I won’t hurt him. I love him too much. I…I couldn’t handle it if I hurt him.”
“Good, welcome to the family.” Gibbs grinned and stood up.
“Oh, Jethro, you can’t scare him like that,” Ducky said as he walked in. “He looks so pale. How many times have I told you to talk to Timothy in a soft way?”
Gibbs shrugged and looked at Tim. “He looks fine now.”
Tim was bemused by the conversation between Gibbs and Ducky and didn’t hear or feel Tony coming up from behind.
“You okay?” Tony asked as he bent his knees and rested his head on Tim’s shoulder.
“I’m okay. Boss warned me that if I hurt you, he will hunt me down and make sure I disappear without a trace, with Abby’s help,” Tim told him.
Tony laughed. “He told me the same.”
Tim turned around and stared at Tony, confused. “What? Gibbs said that? But…I thought….”
“See,” Ducky stared at Gibbs. “You can’t scare him off and not tell him that you care about him.”
“Ducky’s right,” Gibbs called out to Tim. “I should’ve told you…talked to you instead of scaring you off like that. I think of you like a son, too.”
Tim opened his mouth and stared at Gibbs. “Wh..what?”
Tony laughed as he put his arms around Tim’s neck and kissed him gently. “You got a family now.”
“Yes, I do,” Tim smiled as he looked around. Gibbs and Ducky stood at the doorway, arguing.
Ziva and Jimmy were in the living room, moving boxes while Abby and Jethro played together.
“We finally opened up.” Tim whispered, quietly.
Tony swallowed hard. “Yes, we did, and I got you to thank for that.”
Tim shook his head. “No, it was you…”
Tony rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on Tim to shut him up.
~fin~
Rough Translations from Google:
Grande, grazie, ci vediamo tra un'ora. Ciao. = Great, thanks, see you in an hour. Bye.
Antonio, ragazzo mio, bello vederti. E 'stato così a lungo! = Anthony, my boy, good to see you. It 'been so long!
Buona si vede troppo. Inglese ora per favore = Good too see you. English now please
Author:
sexycazzy Written for:
colorguard28Prompt: Tony/McGee, first time, one doesn't realize the other is interested
Archive: I will do this myself
Genre: slash, romance
Pairings: Tim/Tony, brief mentions of past Tim/Abby
Rating: PG for this part
Disclaimer: These characters belongs to the show, NCIS, and not to me, unfortunately Word Count: 2,608
Summary: After bumping into Tony at a school's drive, Tim asks Tony to help him with moving his stuff into his new place. Will they be able to open up to each other?
Spoilers: none
Author's Note: Beta~ed by the wonderful
scripps. All other mistakes and errors are all my own! All comments/feedback arewelcomed & loved! (as long as they are positive criticism!)
Hope you enjoy the second part,
colorguard28! So sorry it has taken a while!Opening Up 2/2
Knock, knock, knock
When Tim opened the door, he was holding his phone up to his ear, shouting into it, as he gestured for Tony to come in. He turned back to the living area angrily.
“I told you to come today,” Tim yelled. “…not tomorrow. I made it clear, and even put the date in the letter I sent you.”
After a few minutes of arguing with someone on the phone, Tim finally hung up and threw the phone onto the sofa, running a hand through his hair.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Tony asked from behind, and Tim jumped, having forgotten that Tony was there.
“That,” Tim growled, “was the removal company. They were supposed to come today but apparently, I gave them the wrong date. But I know that I didn’t! I need to find that letter and prove to them that they were wrong.”
Tim started to open a box next to him, when Tony stopped him. Tim looked at him, puzzled.
“Calm down, Probie. I know someone who can come and help us,” Tony smiled.
Tim blinked, surprised. “But…what about the removal people? They said they will come tomorrow, but I need to move out of here today.”
“Call them back and cancel,” Tony shrugged. “Go on, I will make a call.”
Tony took his phone out, and dialed a number, and then waited for someone on the other end to pick up. Tim stared at him, open-mouthed. Tony pointed to the phone on the sofa and made a gesture to call the removal company.
Tim nodded as he went to pick his phone up.
When Tim was finished with the call, he returned to Tony, in time to hear him speaking in Italian into the phone and was surprised. He didn’t know that Tony spoke the language expertly, and found himself wondering what else about Tony didn’t he know.
Tony looked up and made a thumbs up sign, then turned to the phone. “Grande, grazie, ci vediamo tra un'ora. Ciao.”
Tony hung up the phone and grinned at Tim. “They will be here in an hour.”
Tim just stared at Tony. “You spoke Italian!”
Tony raised an eyebrow as he looked at Tim. “Of course, you knew that.”
“Yes…but you spoke it so well, I never heard you talk in Italian, not properly. I only heard you say a few words, like grazie or ciao, and some other words, but not like that!” Tim gestured to the phone.
“McGee, I am half-Italian,” Tony rolled his eyes, as he made the point.
“But…” Tim started to protest as Tony interrupted. “Look, why don’t we get moving? My cousin and his sons will be here in an hour.”
“Y…your cousin?” Tim asked, bewildered. He never knew that Tony had a cousin.
Tony sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Yes, my cousin. Now can we get a move on?” Tony turned around and started to go to a few boxes.
Tim stared at Tony’s back, slowly realizing that Tony didn’t want to talk about his family, and sighed as he followed Tony.
Tim asked if Tony didn’t mind putting DVDs in some boxes. Tony nodded and walked over to where the DVDs were. The television and DVD players were already unplugged.
A comfortable silence fell as they begun to work.
Tim started to put boxes outside the door, so that it was easy for Tony’s cousin to take boxes downstairs, when Tony suddenly said in a quiet tone. “My mom spoke Italian.”
Tim stopped immediately and slowly turned to Tony.
“She was caring and loving. She always sat in the kitchen with Nona, with me on her lap as they talked in Italian. It was how I learnt to talk, just by listening to them.”
Tim stayed still, not wanting to make a noise or a move in case Tony clammed up suddenly. This was the first time that Tony said anything about his family.
Tony went on. “When Mom died, Nona took me into her family. Paolo, my cousin, is her son. I grew up with him.”
Tim swallowed hard. “Nona…your aunt?” he asked quietly.
Tony shook his head. “Nona was the cook. She was like a grandmother to me… she was amazing….” Suddenly he changed the subject, “I can speak Spanish and Russian too.”
Tim blinked at the change of the topic but didn’t say anything about it.
“How?”
“We had a Spanish maid and I learnt a few Russian words when I was in Baltimore, it was for an undercover operation. I can understand Russian but don’t speak it very well.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tim was curious.
“I kept them a secret, because I knew I would be head-hunted by many agencies if they knew that I was fluent in many languages. I…I wanted to stay with NCIS,” Tony explained.
Tim went over to Tony, and put a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I understand, and won’t say anything. Although, you can tell Gibbs. He won’t tell anyone, you know that.”
“I know, it’s a habit, keeping things secret,“ Tony shrugged, then smiled at Tim. “Sorry about earlier, I wasn’t used to other people knowing.”
Tim shook his head and waved it off. “It’s okay, thank you for telling me.”
Tony looked at Tim, smiling. Tim’s hand was still on Tony’s shoulder as they stared at each other silently.
Suddenly there was a loud knock and they pulled apart as Tony turned to the door.
“It must be them,” Tony grinned as he walked to the door and opened it. A short fat man with messy black hair flung his arms around Tony. “Antonio, ragazzo mio, bello vederti. E 'stato così a lungo!”
Tony laughed as he hugged the man. “Buona si vede troppo. Inglese ora per favore.”
The man let go and turned to Tim, who stood there, and slapped a hand on his back. “I never see Antonio long time. He make call ask for help. I am here to help.”
Tim rubbed the shoulder as he nodded. “Yes, thank you for helping.”
“This is Paolo,” Tony pointed to the man who hugged him. Then he pointed over his shoulder to the other two guys. “Nico and Enzo, his sons.”
Tim gave a small wave and asked them to come in.
“Yes tell us how we help you, Mister McGee,” Paolo and his sons followed Tim into the apartment.
“Call me Tim, please,” Tim smiled at Paolo.
Paolo beamed and slapped a hand on Tim’s back again as he shouted instructions in Italian to his sons to take boxes down to the van. Tim stumbled, but Tony took a hold of him. “You okay?”
“Yes, your cousin…he’s loud.”
Tony grinned. “Paolo can be very loud.”
Tim chuckled as they went to show Paolo which to take; which not to take to the new house. The things they left behind would go to the Salvation Army since Tim would be getting some new furnishing for the new place.
* * * *
It was dark, when they sat in the dining room at Tim’s new house, having Chinese takeaway. Paolo and his sons were gone, and there were boxes still to be unpacked, everywhere but at least they moved some of the old furnishing in so it was just boxes of small things to unpack and put away.
“This is a nice place you’ve got,” Tony told Tim. “It suits you.”
Tim smiled.
On the ground floor, there was a huge kitchen with the dining room attached, and a huge living room right next to the dining room. Upstairs, on the first floor, there were 3 huge rooms. One was to be converted into a study and library for Tim’s writing. The other two rooms were guest rooms. On the top floor, there was a huge open-planned bedroom with a walk in closet and an en-suite.
Tim loved the house. It was old and narrow but with huge rooms. There was a huge backyard for Jethro - the dog - not the boss. Jethro was with Abby and her parents today and would be coming home tomorrow. Tim was worried about Jethro and hoped that he would settle in a new place.
“Thank you, I love this place. I was lucky, this was the very first house that I saw and immediately fell in love.” Tim said.
Tony exclaimed in surprise. “First house? You didn’t see other houses?”
Tim shook his head. “No, like I said, I was very lucky to have found this place.”
“Wow, that’s amazing. Some people have to visit loads of houses before finding the right one,” Tony shook his head, unbelievably.
“I know,” Tim beamed happily.
“Have your family been to see the house yet?” Tony asked as he chewed some noodles.
Tim was suddenly tense at the mention of his family. He took a deep breath. “We don’t speak.”
Tony looked up, abruptly. “What do you mean? I thought you were close to your family.”
“I…I told them something and they didn’t like it so we don’t speak anymore,” Tim said, trying to keep his emotions in check. He didn’t want Tony to find out about his sexuality.
“What?” Tony asked, curiously.
“It isn’t important,” Tim shook his head. “Now, eat up, we need to link the television up so that you can come over and watch movies.”
But Tony wasn’t having it. “What was it they didn’t like? You can tell me.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Tim snapped at Tony and stood up, his chair falling over as he took plates into the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, he put the plates down and held onto the countertop and breathed deeply. He wasn’t ready to tell Tony, he couldn’t. What if Tony rejected him? What if he was homophobic? Then Tim shook his head. No, Tony isn’t homophobic. But he didn’t want Tony to know that he was gay, because then it meant that he would have to tell him about his feelings.
“I’m sorry,” Tony walked into the kitchen. “I won’t pry. I was just surprised because you were close to your family, especially your sister.”
At the mention of Sarah, Tim smiled and turned around. “She’s fine with it. She has been amazing. She will be here with Jethro tomorrow, after picking him up from Abby’s.”
Tony grinned and put a hand over Tim’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Tim smiled. “I’m sorry I snapped at you…” but Tony laughed it off.
“It’s okay, we won’t talk about it anymore.”
“Come on,” Tony said as he led Tim out to the living room. “I want to tell you more about my Nona.”
“Nona?” Tim asked, puzzled.
“The cook, remember? I told you about her earlier…”
Suddenly the realization dawned on him. Tony’s aunt - grandmother…well, kind of. “I remember.”
As they settled in the one sofa in the living, Tony began to talk about his Nona.
“Nona raised me after Mom died. Dad…well you’ve met him…. wasn’t around much. He was always going on business trips,” Tony told Tim.
Tim knew about Tony’s father. He visited NCIS a year ago and Tim didn’t like him immediately, having seen how he treated Tony. So he understood where Tony was coming from.
As he listened to Tony’s stories about his Nona, Tim was pleased that Tony had someone in his life who looked after him after his mother died.
Tim had never laughed as much as he has tonight as he heard about Tony’s exploits and pranks on his cousin, Paolo.
* * * *
It was almost midnight, as the movie was just finishing. Tim stretched out and yawned as he got up.
“It’s late,” Tim said. “You want to stay here?”
Tony stood up and shook his head. “I gotta go home, but thank you for inviting me. I enjoyed myself.”
Tim smiled as they walked over to the door, with Tony taking his jacket off the stairs.
“Thanks for a good night,” Tony patted Tim’s shoulder gently. “We should do this again.”
“Yes, we should,” Tim nodded, perhaps too eagerly. “Thank you for telling me about your Nona. I know it mustn’t have been easy for you.”
Tony gave a small shrug. “Ah, well, I know I can trust you.”
Tim felt guilty, when Tony said that. Tony didn’t ask anymore about his family and why they stopped speaking, yet Tony told him about his family. It wasn’t fair on Tony.
“You okay?” Tony asked, sounding concerned.
“I…I need to tell you something,” Tim said nervously. “There is a reason why my family and I stopped speaking…”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Tony tried to stop Tim, but Tim shook his head frantically. “I want to tell you…”
Tony sighed and nodded as he waited.
Then.
“I’m gay.”
Tony stared at him. “Wh…what?”
“I’m gay, Tony.”
Tony laughed, nervously. “You can’t be…you are straight! You slept with Abby…you talked to Clare…”
“They were all a front, Tony. Abby knows, she was there when I told my family,” Tim told Tony. “I was confused about my sexuality so I just kept dating women…Clare…”
Tony shook his head as he put a hand on the door’s handle. “I can’t do this.” Then he opened the door and just left, leaving it open behind him.
Tim was gobsmacked and blinked several times as he stood there, wondering what had happened.
Slowly, he closed the door, and went into the living room, shell-shocked. So Tony was homophonic after all.
Wait, it can’ t be that. They had a good time today. Tony kept touching him, they were not obvious but it was just a touch on his shoulder or on his knee, and they only lasted a few seconds but Tim noticed them. Tony told him about him family.
There were also some moments where they just looked at each other, being comfortable with each other.
So, Tim couldn’t understand why Tony suddenly left.
Wait… a light bulb went on in his head. No, yes…Tony had been himself, and he was being touchy-feely with him all night.
Oh, he was such an idiot. He ran out of the living room, stopping to grab his keys and jacket then went out the door.
It was raining. Tim looked up and down the road. He knew that Tony caught a taxi to his old apartment earlier because his car was broken down.
So it was possible that Tony walked because the road was quiet and Tim started walking down the road, looking for Tony.
He saw Tony sitting on a bench and ran over to him.
“I’m sorry,” Tim sat down next to Tony.
“It should be me saying sorry to you,” Tony laughed.
“No, I’m such an idiot for not noticing it sooner,” Tim shook his head.
“Noticing what?” Tony asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice.
Tim turned and put a hand on Tony’s face. “That you have feelings for me.”
“I…I hid them because I knew…thought you were straight. I kept them hidden, and it just became a habit like many others.”
“I have feelings for you too, Tony,” Tim replied.
“No, you don’t. Don’t play games with me.”
“Listen to me. I know you. When you told me about your Nona, your Mom, your Dad, I noticed that you kept a mask over them all, that you didn’t want to show how much it hurt when they all left you. Your Nona and Mom died, not because of you. It just happened. As for your Dad, well I can’t say but I know one thing.”
Tony pulled away from Tim, not wanting to hear what Tim has got to say, but Tim pulled him back and made him look at him.
“Don’t hide from me. I saw the true you tonight. And I like it. I want to be with you, and I promise I won’t leave you.”
“You can’t promise,” Tony trembled a little as he looked at Tim, rain pouring on them.
“I can…” Tim started to say but he saw the panicked look on Tony’s face and amended. You’re right, I can’t promise that, but I can promise you that I will try to not leave you.”
“Yes.”
“Wh..what?” Tim was puzzled.
“Yes, I have feelings for you,” Tony smiled.
Tim beamed and leaned in and kissed him gently. “Is this okay?”
Tony moaned into the kiss. “More than okay.”
“Good, I don’t want to stay out here any longer. Come back with me?” Tim asked.
“Yes, I want to keep kissing you,” Tony kept a hold of Tim as they stood up and walked over to the house.
Tim laughed. “Me too.”
* * * *
Epilogue
It was a year and a few months later. Just a couple of months earlier, Tony and Tim decided to tell the rest of the team about their relationship.
Now the team was helping Tony move out of his apartment into Tim’s house.
“Watch that sofa,” Tony yelled to Ziva and Jimmy. “I’m taking that.”
Tim looked at the sofa with shock. “Tony, it is old and ragged. You can’t take it!”
“I can, McGrumpy,” Tony laughed as he put an arm around Tim and kissed his forehead. “You built me an entertainment center in the basement. It will go there, and you don’t have to look at it.”
Tim sighed heavily. “Fine, you can take that old thing.”
Behind them, Ziva asked. “So are we taking this or not?”
Tony turned to Ziva, and said in a sing-a-song. “Yes we are taking this.”
Tim shook his head and went into the kitchen and found Abby there, with Jethro.
“Is it so exciting that your two Daddys are finally moving in together? Well, Daddy Tony is moving in with Daddy Tim,” Abby said to Jethro. Jethro just titled his head and looked up at Abby, licking her hand.
“Daddy Tony? Daddy Tim? Seriously, Abby, you can’t say things like that,” Tim was bemused.
Abby looked up and laughed. “Why not?”
Tim gestured to Jethro wildly. “Because he is a dog!”
Abby shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, past Gibbs who was walking in.
“We need to talk,” Gibbs looked at Tim, who suddenly felt nervous.
“Sit-down,” Gibbs pointed to a chair opposite him. As they sat down, Gibbs said, “I talked to Tony, now I’m talking to you.”
Tim swallowed hard. “Y…yes, boss?”
“When you told us a couple of months ago, that Tony was moving in with you and that you were together, I wasn’t happy about it. I was against it because of Rule 12. But then you surprised me by saying that you both have been together almost a year. I didn’t even see anything different between you two, and I knew then that Rule 12 didn’t apply,” Gibbs told Tim, who sat there, blinking several times because this was the first time that he has heard Gibbs say more than a few words.
“Now, I want you to know, I will be here for the both of you,” Gibbs smiled. “If you need anything, just ask and I will help in any way I can.”
“T…thank you, boss,” Tim was stunned. “I appreciate that…. and I know Tony will…”
Gibbs put a hand up. “I’m not finished.”
Tim nodded and stopped talking.
“Tony’s like a son to me. So if you hurt him, I will hunt you down and kill you and get Abby to make you disappear without a trace. Understand me?”
Tim went pale and nodded frantically. “Boss, I won’t hurt him. I love him too much. I…I couldn’t handle it if I hurt him.”
“Good, welcome to the family.” Gibbs grinned and stood up.
“Oh, Jethro, you can’t scare him like that,” Ducky said as he walked in. “He looks so pale. How many times have I told you to talk to Timothy in a soft way?”
Gibbs shrugged and looked at Tim. “He looks fine now.”
Tim was bemused by the conversation between Gibbs and Ducky and didn’t hear or feel Tony coming up from behind.
“You okay?” Tony asked as he bent his knees and rested his head on Tim’s shoulder.
“I’m okay. Boss warned me that if I hurt you, he will hunt me down and make sure I disappear without a trace, with Abby’s help,” Tim told him.
Tony laughed. “He told me the same.”
Tim turned around and stared at Tony, confused. “What? Gibbs said that? But…I thought….”
“See,” Ducky stared at Gibbs. “You can’t scare him off and not tell him that you care about him.”
“Ducky’s right,” Gibbs called out to Tim. “I should’ve told you…talked to you instead of scaring you off like that. I think of you like a son, too.”
Tim opened his mouth and stared at Gibbs. “Wh..what?”
Tony laughed as he put his arms around Tim’s neck and kissed him gently. “You got a family now.”
“Yes, I do,” Tim smiled as he looked around. Gibbs and Ducky stood at the doorway, arguing.
Ziva and Jimmy were in the living room, moving boxes while Abby and Jethro played together.
“We finally opened up.” Tim whispered, quietly.
Tony swallowed hard. “Yes, we did, and I got you to thank for that.”
Tim shook his head. “No, it was you…”
Tony rolled his eyes and planted a kiss on Tim to shut him up.
~fin~
Rough Translations from Google:
Grande, grazie, ci vediamo tra un'ora. Ciao. = Great, thanks, see you in an hour. Bye.
Antonio, ragazzo mio, bello vederti. E 'stato così a lungo! = Anthony, my boy, good to see you. It 'been so long!
Buona si vede troppo. Inglese ora per favore = Good too see you. English now please
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Date: 2011-09-23 03:12 pm (UTC)I loved that Tim and Tony are both considered by Gibbs to be his sons, and that Ducky is the one to tell them because Gibbs scares the bejeezus out of them.
And they have a rather large family that has nothing to do with biology. :)
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Date: 2011-10-06 09:35 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-10-06 09:43 am (UTC)Thanks! I like the bit when Gibbs reminds both of them not to hurt the other - such a nice warm fuzzy!
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Date: 2011-10-06 09:36 pm (UTC)I also like the scene with Gibbs & McGee and him telling McGee & Tony to not hurt each other - I wanted to show that Gibbs was okay with them being a couple and that he might have been wrong about Rule 12!
thank you! :D