Perchance a Dream
Tim’s eyeballs felt like they were scraping across the flat screen of his computer monitor. He had been at this for days, desperately trying to track down any type of lead possible to at least move them forward in their latest stale case.
It seemed all of his usual avenues had failed him as he trawled through the victim’s phone records, bank transactions, hell even the place he got his dog’s nails clipped but so far Corporal Peter Walker was one of the most boring men on the planet.
At least hiding away behind his monitor kept him out of Gibbs’ immediate area, the boss hated being idle and he most definitely hated cooling his heels as a result of a stilted investigation.
Arching his back he stretched out in the chair, surprised when he looked up to find the floor almost deserted and dimly lit. Rubbing the pads of his thumbs over his eyelids to soothe the itching he stood, rummaging through his desk for small change with the intent to grab a soda for a hit of sugar. He was going to need a boost if he was to pull an all nighter on this.
Plugging the money into the vending machine he selected his drink and watched through the clear glass front as the machine collected his order.
“DAMN!”
His voice echoed across the empty floor as the machine got stuck halfway.
He delivered a blow to the side of it, shaking the maghine slightly to no effect. Deciding to take more decisive action he bent over to open the flap, slipping his hand through. It wasn’t too far away and if he just turned his wrist a little to the left then.......he couldn’t move, not an inch forward or backward. Panicking he pulled as hard as he dared but a pain shooting up his arm as the insides of the vending machine bit into his flesh forced him to stop.
Crap! Nice work Mcgee now you’re stuck. How you gonna get out of this one Probie? He could just imagine Tony’s jibes if only he could see him now. Knowing the older agent, some homage to the Simpsons would have more than likely haunted him for the next six months. Let’s see you get out this one McHomer.
Groaning he bent over further to try and slip his hand further in, thinking if he could change the angle it might help give him a way out but it only served to get him even more stuck.
“What the hell ya doin McGee?”
He jumped and then groaned as the jerking twisted his arm painfully.
“Ah...Boss....I’m kinda stuck?”
“Yeah McGee I can see that. Why?”
“My drink got stuck and I thought I could get it out.”
“How the hell you get yourself into these situations Tim?”
“Ahhh don’t know Boss.”
Tim considered his predicament and his stance being bent over with his ass pointing high on display and his cheeks flushed. Feeling slightly exposed and foolish Tim decided to drop to his knees to try and change the angle.
“No Tim, keep standing.”
McGee jumped a little as he felt Gibbs’ hands on either side of his hips.
“DiNozzo would have a field day with this one you know that McGee?”
Tim felt his mouth go dry as he nodded, trying to shut his mind down at the fact that Gibbs....Leroy Jethro Gibbs....his boss and the man that had fuelled more than one erotic fantasy dream was touching him with way more intimately than a headslap.
“Bend over a bit more Tim.”
He couldn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips as the hands wandered a little brushing over the globes of his ass, a heat rose over his face, whether from arousal or embarrassment at this point was hard to tell.
“Easy McGee.” Gibbs’ mouth was close to his ear sending shivers down his spine.
The wandering hands eased their way across the small of Tim’s back and out along his arms trailing up and over as he felt along the length of the arm buried in the vending machine.
“Kneel down McGee.” The voice echoed around the corners of his brain as he complied, feeling the heat and strength of Gibbs’ body as it pressed against him. Tim could feel the body rubbing slightly, pulsating him gently against the vending machine while rubbing his arm on Tim’s trapped one, turning it gently.
“Relax McGee.” Tim closed his eyes.
“McGee......McGee.....MCGEE!”
“Huh!” Tim jerked up in his chair totally disorientated as he sat up behind his desk. His eyes blinked rapidly to clear the sleep in his eyes as his hand rubbed across his chin to swipe at the drool that had escaped him.
“Hey there sleeping beauty.” Tim stared at a smirking Tony as he rapidly tried to focus and get his bearings.
“So...who was she?”
“Huh?”
“Oh come on McClueless no one moans like that unless there is some serious hottie action so spill.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Tony.”
“Come on McGee give Uncle Tony all the juicy details. Was it a blonde or brunette?”
“Tony stop being disgusting.”
“Oh perhaps a redhead then? Gotta penchant for the Boss’....” The headslap prevented Tony from finishing his sentence as Gibbs never broke his stride on the way to his desk.
“I thought I told all of you to go home?” Gibbs said without looking up from the document on his desk.
“Just on my way Boss, waiting for Timmy here to finish telling me about his dirty little dream.” Tony’s smirk was oblivious to the death stare from Gibbs as the older man looked up and mentally slapped his senior field agent for his childish stupidity.
Without taking his eyes off Tony, Gibbs directed his next question at Tim.
“That true McGee?”
“Most definitely not Boss.”
“Good. Both of you go home.”
Tony stood with a wide grin on his face that signalled this was far from over. Pulling on his coat he bid the two men goodnight, the smile still directed straight at Tim as the elevator doors pulled shut.
Tim worked in uncomfortable silence as he shut his computer down, trying to erase the lingering feeling of his Boss’ imaginary hands over his body while the silver headed man worked quietly away at his desk mere metres away.
Pulling on his own coat he grabbed his bag up and stepped out from behind his desk.
“Ah...night Boss.” He didn’t wait for a reply before heading for the elevator only to be stopped at his Boss’ command.
“McGee!”
“Yeah Boss?”
“Can you get me a soda from the vending machine before you go?”
Gibbs threw some small change at him which Tim instinctively caught. Swallowing hard Tim blustered out a feeble reply.
“Ahh...yeah....um sure. Soda Boss? You’re not really the soda type. I could grab some coffee if you want?”
“Nah, I have this strange craving for soda.”
“Um...sure.”
He moved off toward the vending machine as Gibbs called out.
“Hey that machine can stick on ya. Give it a hit if it gives you any trouble.”
He paused slightly, his heart thumping in his chest.
“Sure thing Boss.”
ESP be damned, Timothy McGee was in very big trouble.