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NCIS

By: acerdrive



It would seem that DiNozzo should be able to sleep in today since it was his first day off since becoming a probie. His dreams were filled with his pleasant time with a girl on their way to her house and DiNozzo was pulling his movie trivia pick up line. 

"You know you remind me of James Bond, always using your persuasive skills." The Brunet stepped up on the stairs with DiNozzo hot on pursuit. 

"All I'm missing is my gadgets." They stopped at the door and he leaned in to give her a kiss, but was stopped by her finger. 

"Goodbye Mr. Bond." She smiled, leaving the stunned DiNozzo on the stoop. A familiar song filled his ear.

His ring tone filled the room and his eyes popped open. Reaching over, he finally got a hold of his phone after pushing it out of the way at first. Flipping it open, he held it to his ear knowing who it was. 

"Yeah boss...ok boss!" He let out a huff as he closed a phone. 

Within minutes he was showered and dressed. He ran out the house and hoped in his car. 

"You look happy," said Ziva, looking at the enthused DiNozzo who came huffing and puffing out of the stairway. 

"Well I got a call from the Boss and I..." He flinched as he was slapped in the back of the head. 

"You're late, DiNozzo. I called you twenty minutes ago," said Gibbs. 

"Well, you see boss, traffic was jam packed." 

"Wanna try me again?" 

"OK, sorry, boss, I won't let it happen again." 

"I know it won't because you won't have another day off again until I think you're worthy!" Gibbs took a sip of his coffee while DiNozzo showed some remorse and Ziva and McGee exchanged smiles. "Alright guys, we got two homicides. Ziva and Tony you two will work on this case and McGee you're with me," said Gibbs as he handed Tony a folder. 

"Coming boss," said McGee as he grabbed his stuff and followed Gibbs. 

"I'll drive!" said Ziva grabbing the keys off her desk and DiNozzo did a spin around to follow her. 

For his sake, he gripped the arm rest of the Charger as she swerved in and out of the traffic and he avoided looking at the road. With a sudden pump of the brake, he slammed forward and hit the dashboard. 

"Tony you ok?" asked Ziva as she unbuckled her seatbelt. 

"Yup, remind me to call Dodge on the faulty seat belt!" He peeled himself off the dashboard and shook his head to regain his composure. 

Stepping out of the car, they proceeded towards the single story house and flashed the guarding officer their badge. Palmer was already there, checking the temperature of the victim 

"Liver temperature is 95.4, so I say he's been dead for about 4 hours. Victims name Staff Sergeant Tyler Jefferson," said Palmer, handing Tony a wallet. 

"Thanks Palmer, did you get a picture of the body before you moved it?" Tony wrote down the Sergeants name onto a note pad. 

"Yeah, I'll send the photo's to Abby when I get back to the lab." Palmer stood up, placing the thermometer back in his case 

"So, what's first guess of death?" asked Ziva as she examined the surrounding area of the body. 

"Um, contusion to the back of head indicated possible internal hemorrhaging which could of lead to instant death. Also, there appears to be some kind of marks on his neck here, but I won't know till I get him to autopsy," said Palmer pointing out the jagged marks on the neck. 

"Tony, I think we have a partial foot print," said Ziva kneeling next to the head of the victim. DiNozzo stepped over taking a picture of the footprint. "Who found the body?" 

"Neighbor heard a disturbance, called in the police, I questioned him, but he didn't have much, though it appears Mr. Jefferson has a wife who's unaccounted for," said Tony reading through his notes. 

"Hmm, oh Palmer, body's free to be taken," said Ziva and with a nod, Palmer gave a signal and a body bag and a stretcher was brought over.

Ziva and Tony continued to collect some evidence that lay about; some lamps were knocked over, blood appeared splattered against the wall and clothes were scattered in the master bedroom. As Ziva was looking around the master bedroom, she happened to look down and a pool of blood was coming from around the bed. Carefully walking over to get a view of the other side, she was met by a buxom brunet shot through forehead and blood splattered against the wall. 

"Umm, Tony, I think I found Mrs. Jefferson!" 

"Where?" asked DiNozzo who was guided by her pointed finger to the other side of the bed and was shocked to see the woman he had been with last night. 

"What's wrong Tony?" 

"Well, I was with this girl last night and she isn't Mrs. Jefferson. Her names Pam Dawson." 

"Well, Tony what time did you and Mrs. Dawson go separate ways?" 

"Last night at around ten, I dropped her off at her house at ten and took a cab home." Walking over to the door way, he popped his head out of it. "Palmer!" 

"Yeah Tony!"

"We got another DB in here, female!" Palmer came rushing in while Ziva took three consecutive shots of the body. 

"Liver temperature is 95.4, same as Jefferson's; I'm guessing this is the wife?"

"No, she's not, names Pam Dawson." 

"Ok, I better go get the extra body bag and stretcher." He noted the odd looks that Ziva and DiNozzo were exchanging and exited. 

"So, what happened last night?" Ziva took a few steps towards Tony. 

"Nothing! All we had were a few drinks, she wanted to get home and so I offer to get her a cab. Got in cab with her, walked her to her house, said our goodbyes and I took the same cab to my place." 

"I must say she's quite hot, very top heavy, though I don't know what her bottom is like," said Ziva looking over at the dead body. 

"Not better than yours," said Tony under his breath. 

"What was that?"

"I said not the stuff we should be talking about. We need to gather the rest of our evidence and find the wife." Tony exited the room before Ziva could say anything. 

"Indeed I have an ass." She rubbed her hand over her firm ass.

Ziva and Tony continued to gather photos of the crime scene and simple evidence such as finger prints in the immediate areas of the body. As he searched through the house, he spotted an answer machine that had new message on it and clicked the play. 

"Hey honey, its Anna, just wanted to call to let you know that I got to Las Vegas. Sorry I didn't call, the plane got delayed and by the time I got to my room, it was twelve am, so call me when you get this." As the message beeped off, Ziva walked up behind him. 

"So tell me, did you guys ever, you know," said Ziva into his ear. 

"No, didn't even kiss." He took the tape out of the answer machine, avoiding eye contact with her. 

"Now doesn't that suck, did you want to?" Her lips mere inches from his ear, sending chills through Tony's body. 

"Of course, matter of fact, I tried too, but... you know, let's do our jobs!" He placed the tape in an evidence bag, trying to step away from her, but she used her body to stop him. 

"Ok, how about dinner at my place, I make some good Italian." She brushed up against his arm with her perky tits. 

"Alright then, and by the way didn't we have a little seminar on sexual harassment?" He stepped away from her causing a smirk to appear on her face. 

"Yeah, but I've done nothing have I?" She was now at the door looking over her shoulder at him and he couldn't help but stare at her back side in awe. 

She looked over at the bedroom and saw Palmer taking the dead body out causing her to smirk. As she walked back into the living room, she pulled the door shut, leaving it partially ajar and proceeded over to the stunned DiNozzo, giving him the signal to be quite. 

"Though if you don't mind, were you hoping for some kind of contact or did you not?" She ran her hand up and down his arm, causing him to become a little stiff. "I'll take that as a yes." She looked down at a roll that was forming across his pants and caressed it for a second. 

With that, she left him in despair for more attention and a rather embarrassing boner. Taking few breaths, his cock became limp and he walked out of the house. He was about to say something when he spotted someone, peeking out from behind a tree.

Acting casual, Tony slowly made his way over to the tree the boy was next to and when they locked eyes, the man got spooked. Just as he was about to run, Ziva came out from behind the ambulance and locked in a rear naked choke. He struggled to get out of the hold. 

"Please save us from having to use another body bag and tell us why you're not behind the yellow tape?" said Tony.

He furiously tapped Zivas arm who snapped her hand back and the boy fell forward gasping for air.

"I don't know," said the boy.

"You don't know do you know trespassing on a crime scene is a federal crime?" said Tony. 

"I'm sorry; I just wanted to see the dead bodies."

"If you don't get behind that tape, I'll think about not charging you." the boy nodded and fumbled back behind the police tape.

"Hmm, so do you like that kind of stuff?" 

"What do you mean, Ziva?" 

"You know roughness from a girl?" She rubbed his arm a little. 

"Ziva I sure hope you don't want me to report sexual harassment, do you?"

"I'm pretty sure; they'd believe you or better yet, believe poor old Ziva, who has a heart of gold." She showed off her best puppy eyes look which Tony couldn't resist and was confused as she pulled him with her behind the tree.

"Wow you are good. Israeli training teaches that?" He felt her hands massaging his balls.

"Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg, there's more that they've taught me, even some close contact stuff." She gave his cock a slight squeeze, causing him to flinch. "You know, let's talk in the ambulance." She waved to one of the paramedics who just gave her a nod. 

"So what's on your mind?" asked DiNozzo as they entered the back of the Ambulance and Ziva closed the door. 

"Sit down!" Ziva pushed him down on the fold out chair. "Like I was saying Israeli training consists of drastic measures to get what we want." She straddled his lap. 

"So in the drastic measures, what is it that you do?" He started to warm up to her dramatic change. 

"Well, lets' say you're an operative and I want some info" She began to push harder down on his lap. "So give me the info."

"Well Agent David, you're going to have to do a little better, if you want something from me."

"Alright, I tried to reason with you." A smile crept across her lips.

Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his and a moan echoed into her mouth from him. As they kissed deeply, his hands began to roam up and down her back copping a feel of her ass each time he got a chance. Breaking the kiss, both gasped for air as she smiled at him. Placing her hands against the wall, she rocked her hips, grinding her crotch into Tony's. Her eyes fluttered as she realized his length and looked down at him in shocked. "Mr. DiNozzo, I see you have a concealed weapon." She slipped off his lap. "I'm gonna have to inspect it." She dropped to her knees as Tony looked down in shock. 

Pushing his legs apart, she slowly ran her hand along the shape of his cock through his pants causing it to twitch. She slowly pulled his zipper down and then trailing her fingers up, she unbuttoned his pants. Tony watched as his member became free from its constraints and smacked her face. 

"Wow! This is big" She examined the behemoth. "Looks like my fear came true. What kind of weapon is this?" She moved it like a joystick causing DiNozzo to moan. 

"A grade A nuclear bomb." His dick pulsed as she twisted her hand around it.

"Hmmm, is it armed?" She grasped it a little harder. 

"Yes indeed and there's only one way to deactivate it now." He smiled and she looked at him in question. 

"Wouldn't it be easier to just cut these dangling objects, which seem to be the source of it" She rolled his balls in her hand causing him to look at her in shock.

"No! Doing so would cause a major catastrophe!" 

"What do you suggest I do, I have to deal with this high priority situation?" She released his balls which he let out a sigh of relief. 

"The only way to do so is friction," said Tony, regaining his composure. 

"By friction, you mean like this." She slowly began to work his cock with her hand and he let out a groan. 

As she began to jack him off, she gazed at it, admiring its entire length and width. It was about nine inches and it was thick. As she continued pumping his cock, he sat there, breathing heavily, watching her jack him off at great speed. Looking up at him and she smiled at him. 

"So how long till its deactivated?" Now she was using both hands. 

"With you just jacking it won't cause it to come any sooner." He flinched a little. 

"What should I do to get it closer to deactivation." said Ziva releasing his cock. 

"Well... you can... you know...," he said pointing towards his mouth and she looked shocked. 

"You mean insert it into my....mouth?" she asked, leaning towards his cock and Tony nodded. 

Looking down at the head, Ziva stared at the pre-cum that was covering it. Grasping his cock, she brought it to her mouth. Sticking her tongue out, she slowly licked the pre-cum and both of them moaned. The pre-cum was so delicious she began to suck the head causing another moan from him. 

After playing with it she began to put more into her mouth. As she sucked his cock some more, he was lost in pleasure, not believing the intensity of her blowjob. He watched her slowly deep throated him, causing him to moan once more. Her hand was buried deep in her pants in efforts to fuel her excitement. Toying with his balls she released his cock and looked up at him

"So, is the friction enough yet?" asked Ziva releasing his cock with pop along with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum running down her chin.

"No, it's going to take a lot of more friction with your mouth." He smiled at the mess dripping down her face, but a knock came at the door.

"Hey guys, what's all the commotion?" asked Palmer. 

"Oh, Tony cut his arm, I was just bandaging him and pulled a little too tight on it," said Ziva covering his mouth as she cut his arm with her knife. His eye lit up as he screamed into Zivas hand. 

"Ok, well if you want I can help tend to it." He opened the door. 

"Sure, I rather trust someone who knows how to properly treat such a cut rather than an operative who knows little." She glared at Tony.

"Hmm, the cut doesn't seem too deep and not bad," said Palmer examined the cut. "Like they say; the smaller the cut, the more pain to follow from cleaning it."

As he cleaned the wound, she stood behind him, glaring at DiNozzo. She stuck a hand in her pants and began to finger herself. He winced as her facial expression showed the results of her attack. She bucked against her hand. 

"Ziva what are you doing?" came the voice of Gibbs causing her to withdraw her hand from her pants.

"I have to go to the bathroom, but I know not to use the house of the victims," said Ziva turning around to face Gibbs. "What are you doing here?"

"False alarm, the case wasn't in our jurisdiction." He peered over at DiNozzo. "What happened to you, DiNozzo?" 

"Um, we caught a suspicious man over there and... I cut my self somehow." He hoped Gibbs' bull shit detector didn't call his bluff. 

"Alright, when you and Ziva are done, check out the back woods. McGee and I will finish up in the house," said Gibbs as Palmer finished. 

"There you go, all fixed, keep it dry and change the bandages every five hours." He patted DiNozzo's bandages causing him to glare at Palmer who backed away apologizing as soon as he left view. 

"Tell me, does this taste and smell good?" asked Ziva as she stuffed her hand into his mouth. He groaned at the taste and smell of her sweet nectar. 

As they were exiting the ambulance, he slapped her ass, causing her to moan. Walking around the house, they entered the woods. Nothing seemed out of place as they scanned the woods and it would seem every plant was twice its normal size as they tried their best to avoid them. 

They split up and canvassed the area for any signs of disturbance. Ziva had found a few substantial foot prints, which could belong to anyone, but still took some photos along with bagging a piece of a broken necklace. 

"Hey Ziva, I think I found our murder weapon," came the voice of Tony. She scanned the area for him, but couldn't find him. 

"Where are you at?"

"Up here!" came Tony's voice once again and she look up at his head sticking out of a window of a tree house. 

Walking over to the tree, she began to scale up the rope swing that was hung from it. As she reached the top, her foot slipped out from beneath her and right away a hand grabbed her forearm before she fell. Looking up she gazed into Tony's eyes, before he pulled her up into the house. 

"Sorry forgot to mention the wooden ladder on the tree," said Tony pointing towards wooden blocks that scaled up the tree. 

"So what is this suspected murder weapon you found?" She looked around at the old tree house. 

"This here carbon baseball bat." He held up a black baseball bat. 

"Did you swab it?" She took a picture of it. 

"Yes and found trace elements of blood and gunshot residue and a partial finger print at the bottom of the grip."

"Hey, Tony are you still...you know...happy?" She glanced at his crotch. 

"Not while we're on the job and especially when Gibbs is here." He bagged the baseball bat. "You didn't answer my question, are you," asked Ziva again, stepping closer. 

"Unfortunately, the boss came and I got scared so my nuke decided to lie down below radiation detection." He placed the bat in his book bag, as he descended down the wooden ladder on the tree. 

Placing gloves on her hands, she grabbed onto the rope swing and slid down to the bottom bending to the ground as she landed. He finally got the bottom and when he turned to face towards the house, he was met by Ziva who locked into a kiss with him causing both to moan with pleasure. As they continue kissing, she pressed harder against him and just as he was about to grab her, she broke their embrace and walked off towards the house with more sway in her hips. 

"Damn she's good." He followed in pursuit towards the house.

After finally catching up with the seductress Ziva, they entered the house to find McGee and Gibbs, gathering up their things. 

"What's up McGeek, find anything?" asked DiNozzo as McGee put some sealed bags in his kit. 

"Well, I found a small piece of paper next to where Mr. Jefferson was. So I'm going to have Abby run some test's to see what it is or was."

"Alright, if you're down showboating, let's get all the evidence back to the lab, and we need to find Staff Sergeant Tyler Jefferson's wife," said Gibbs coming out of the bedroom Everyone stared at him in shock of being caught. "What the hell are you staring at? Get your asses moving!"

Quickly they scooted out of the house and into their respective vehicles. Once again, DiNozzo found himself covering his eyes with his hands trying his best to avoid seeing Ziva's way of driving, but the sudden swerves made him put his hands on the dashboard to prevent what happened earlier to him. They had arrived at base and he was let out a sigh for relief, dropping his guard.

Ziva had accidentally missed the parking spot in front of NCIS building and put her foot on the brake causing the car to stop abruptly sending the unguarded DiNozzo into the dashboard. Throwing the stick into reverse, she reversed sending him into the window as she spun the car around till it faced the right way in the parking spot. 

"How's the face Tony?" asked Ziva smiling. 

"It's not the face I'm worried about, it's my brain and once again Dodge is getting a complaint letter from me whether they like it or not." Peeling his face off the window created a suction cup sound as it popped off the window. "I sure hope your dinner will make up for this." He climbed out of the car and in which she smiled. 


NCIS



The digital readout on the computer screen let Abby know that it was nearly one in the morning, and as her fingers crawled across the keyboard, she realized it was finally time for sleep. As she powered down all of her technical gear, she yawned several times, exhausted but content with having solved another case. It took the gothic lab technician several minutes to pack up her things, but she eventually was prepared to head home. 

Just as she was heading for the door, belongings stuffed into a miniature backpack dangling from her hand, the lab telephone chirped to life. The noise jolted Abby to a state of lucidity she usually displayed under the effects of Caf-Pow. Assuming it was Gibbs (who worked this late on a consistent basis) caused the woman to shuffle quickly into her office, knee-high platform heels clicking with every step. 

Abby's gravelly voice rasped over the receiver, "Yes, Gibbs?"

Ziva's face twisted into one of confusion, before shaking her head, "No Abby, it's me, Ziva."

"Oh, sorry Ziva, I'm really drained, and was about to head home. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you; it is very important, and will only take a second."

A heedless groan rang throughout the Israeli's head, followed by, "Ziiiiiiiivvaaaa..."

"Be right down."

~Click~

Ziva looked about the dark squadroom, the only light coming from the weak lamp atop her desk. The woman hastily ripped the sweater from her person, revealing a black body-conforming tank top underneath. She let her hair down while simultaneously extinguishing the lamp. The sound of her cargo pants swishing together led down the hallway.

Abby was dead to the world. Her face had met desk only moments after talking with Ziva, and there she would remain, slumped forward in her chair, lightly snoring. Ziva crept into the dimly lit office, eyes wide with curiosity. Coming within reach, she extended a hand, nudging Abby's left shoulder. The goth stirred, mumbling incoherently, before finally raising her head. Ziva offered her a sheepish grin and received a morose grimace in return.

"What is it Ziva?"

The Israeli woman seemed at a loss for words, though her peculiar gaze held Abby's attention. Abby sat up straight, frowning deeply, skeptical of the encounter.

"Did Tony put you up to this--make sure I lose as much sleep as possible?'

Ziva quickly shook her head, "No, he did not; Abby, I need to ask you a personal question--woman to woman."

Ziva's demeanor, tone of voice, and admission of something deep to come not only erased the frown front Abby's face, it sobered her instantly; her fatigue was replaced with excitement as she stood up, grinning now, to sit atop her desk. She crossed one leg over the other and stretched the minuscule remainder of black skirt to cover her knees. She was showing a lot of thigh, though she was thoroughly unaware, much more interested in what Ziva had to say.

Abby nodded at Ziva, "Shoot."

The Israeli was once again permanently silent, hands digging into her pockets. She avoided Abby's piercing gaze and focused on the floor. Moments would pass before she finally mustered the courage to face her audience again, half her face hidden behind a sheath of hair.

"Well, I suppose I'll just say it: Abby, I really like you, and--"

Abby's hoarse voice cut in, "Awww, I really like you too Ziva."

"Thank you. However, what I mean is--how do you say--'like you', like you."

The grin on Abby's face slowly evaporated, only to be replaced with genuine astonishment. Abby's voice was even more crackly than usual, "What are you saying?"

Ziva scrutinized Abby's mood shift and, embarrassed, started for the door.

"I'm sorry Abbs, neverm--"

Ziva was silenced as a cold hand closed around her wrist. Her eyes slid to a close, heart hammering against her poor ribcage relentlessly. The alien tension in the room only caused her more grief, especially since Abby was deathly silent; she yearned to leave. Half a minute passed, until Abby found her voice.

"Look at me Ziva--please."

Her heart skipped a beat or two, but she obeyed, turning back to her companion. Abby's hand dropped away, and Ziva opened her troubled eyes. She noticed right away Abby's pursed lips, the hot red lipstick drawing her attention. Abby's stare was blank, wary.

"Do you really mean that?"

Ziva sensed Abby's skepticism, and felt the need to prove she wasn't joking. The Israeli took a step forward, her skin alive with heat; she was more at ease ducking gunfire than preparing for what she was in the process of doing. 

Gently she uncrossed Abby's legs, which forced the goth to lean back slightly, resting on her palms. Her doe eyes raised a protest her lips could not, since they were engulfed by Ziva's that very same moment. The Israeli stood with her abdomen meeting Abby's waist, the woman's legs dangling at either side of her confessed admirer.

Abby's toes curled as best they could within her knee-highs, her eyes fluttering rapidly. Ziva softly clutched the woman's chin as they kissed, and before they got any further, Abby pulled away, silently gasping for air. Her modified pigtails dangled cutely as she hung her head, lips ablaze with heat. She instinctively licked her lips, tasting the faint impression Ziva's mouth had left. Still panting, she looked up at the Israeli, a puzzled expression riddling her features.

Ziva stared Abby down like a stalker does his prey, her hands lightly gliding up and down Abby's exposed thighs. This maneuver illicited a raspy moan from the goth, whose skin was now sporting goosebumps. When Ziva moved to lift Abby's skirt, however, she caught both of Ziva's wrists, shaking her head.

"I don't think I can do this."

Ziva was imperturbable, eyes locked upon her companion's, offering a sweet smile.

"Trust me Abby--you shall not regret it."

The Goth nodded slowly and relented, releasing her grip to lean back on her desk, eyelids heavy, nipples poking through her blouse in obvious arousal. Ziva proceeded as planned, teasingly pushing the skirt up, until Abby's bare pussy was revealed; the woman wasn't wearing undergarments. She was wet, arousal leaking from a pair of meaty lips, engorged beyond belief. Abby was a big girl, her frame not exactly feminine, and so her lips followed suit.

Ziva watched Abby's face flush as her private parts were put on display. She squeezed Ziva's sides with her legs, her heels crossing behind the Israeli's back. Abby looked away, blushing deeply.

"Please don't stare, I'm extremely body conscious."

Her 'lover' remained silent, towering above, inhaling the intoxicating aroma wafting from in between her legs. Abby squealed when Ziva began to stroke her pussy with a flat palm; she damn near came when she was parted, her inner lips falling victim to tantalizingly slow strokes that teased her into a state of euphoria. She began to pant in two-second intervals, her large breasts heaving up and down.

Ziva stroked those slippery lips vigorously, placing her free hand on Abby's mound. She tweaked the small love button for only a few seconds when Abby announced an orgasm with a guttural growl, her teeth clenched together. Thin girly cum issued from her depths, coating Ziva's hand, fingertips to wrist.

Abby fell backward, lying atop the desk, legs once more dangling free.

Ziva stood erect, sucking her soiled fingers. Her lips were twisted, a satisfactory expression noticeable even though she was cleaning her hand. When she was finished, she placed her hands atop Abby's knees and gently pulled them apart. She looked down at Abby, offering a coy wink.

"Ready for more?"

To be continued...



NCIS Ch. 01



Agent Gibbs stood among the four cubicles that made up his team's space in the office. A tv screen showed wreckage from a plane crash in the sea. Another tv screen showed the photo of a beautiful brunette college-aged girl and next to her was her father who served in the Navy.

"Listen up! Plane was headed to a private island in the Carribean with Jenna and Captain Sean Thomas aboard. Somehow, the plane crashed with the pilot still inside. Of the four parachutes reported to be aboard the plane, two were missing. The girl was found and brought to Bethezda. There's still no word as to where her father is. Grab your gear," Gibbs briefed his team.

Special Agents McGee, Tony Denoso, and Zeva grabbed their gear and hurried out behind Gibbs.

The four agents walked into the hospital room where the girl was hooked up to tubes and machines. Her skin was pale except for a few red splotches on her cheeks, and her leg was visibly in a cast. She looked at them sheepishly, and yet half-heartedly. She knew she didn't look good.

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs," Gibbs held out his badge for her to see and she nodded her head. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"My grandfather was rich. He left me all his money and that included a private island. My dad and I were going on vacation. We hadn't been there since before my mom passed away and he suggested we spend some time together before I graduated. Something was wrong with the plane. The pilot told my dad that we had to make a jump for it. He shoved a parachute on me and shoved me out the plane. I watched as I fell to see if he made it out, but then I had to pull my shoot. It was dark, and then I landed hard since I couldn't see very well. Then I could see the plane hit the water while it was on fire. I don't know if he ever made it out," Jenna replied through tears and sobs. "Please find him Agent Gibbs."

"Boss," Agent McGee motioned for Gibbs to follow him out into the hall after his cell phone beeped.

"I just got a text message from Director Vance. Captain Thomas was being investigated by the FBI for the murder of his wife and her father. It's possible he could have been planning this. They searched his house and found the skimatics for the plane on his laptop," McGee informed Gibbs.

Gibbs looked at him warily and then headed back into the room. "Jenna, what I'm gonna tell you isn't going to be pleasant."

"Is it my dad? Is he dead?" the tears built up in her eyes.

"No, but it's possible that he was planning this. And it's possible that he might come after you."

"No, I don't believe you!"

"Jenna, listen to me. The FBI's been investigating your father for your mother and your grandfather's murders. He may have done this so it would have looked like an accident so he could claim everything. Look, I'm gonna send you home with Agent McGee. He's gonna make sure you're safe alright?"

Jenna looked at the agent standing behind Gibbs. Through her tear-filled eyes, she determined he was fairly attractive, kind of a nerd, but the way he looked at her was intriguing to her. He didn't look at her like she was a victim, but rather like he needed to protect her, whether it was an order or not. ------ McGee looked at the girl laying helplessly in the hospital bed. She was beautiful that's for sure, no matter how sickly she looked after the ordeal she'd been through. Although Gibbs had given him the order to be her body guard, he had wanted the job. He would have protested if he'd given Tony or Zeva the task. 

"Could you just carry me to the couch?" Jenna asked as they stood in the hallway of her apartment building. "I'm too sore to move anymore."

She started to collapse and he caught her in his arms. She smiled weakly at him and McGee picked her up and carried her over the thresh hold, a fantasy sparking in his brain. He imagined carrying her as he was while she was all dressed in white, a smile across her bright face. He placed her carefully on the couch and draped a blanket over her. He quickly swept her apartment for anything that shouldn't be as she watched him from the living room.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her when he finally re-entered the room and met her gaze.

"I'm kind of hungry. There's an italian place that delivers if you think it's alright. The cook knows me, he doesn't let anyone mess with my food so my father couldn't..." her voice trailed off before the lump in her throat could choke her.

"Sure, of course." McGee ordered for her and the food was brought up a half hour later. He served her with a smile as she lit the candlesticks on the table and continued to watch "Cinderella."

"Sorry, I know it's childish, but it's my favorite movie. I have to say as much as I believe, I've never been able to find Prince Charming." She smiled at McGee as he sat next to her on the couch. 

"I'm sure you'll find him someday," McGee blushed hoping the dim lighting wouldn't give him away. As they ate, he would smile when she would stop eating just to sing the songs. 

It wasn't until the happy couple started dancing and singing "So this love" that McGee really looked at Jenna. Her voice was beautiful and she sang the words perfectly to him as if she were in love with him. She blushed a beautiful crimson when she finally noticed he had stopped to look at her. He looked away after smiling at her and sat back against the couch. Jenna put her back on the couch next to him and continued to watch the movie. 

By the time the movie was over, Jenna had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. He moved her slightly so that she lay across his lap on the couch, her head resting on the arm rest and he felt sleep come over him as his head his the back of the couch.



NCIS Ch. 02



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"Hi! I'm Catharine Willows and this is Nick Stokes," said the woman and the guy gave a nod. "We're part of the Las Vegas CSI and we like to ask you to come with us please." McGee and Ziva looked at each other. 

"Umm, ma'am, on what terms do we have to?" asked McGee. 

"Well, you are NCIS right?" Both nodded. "Agent Gibbs' called and asked us to find a Mrs. Jefferson. We found her." The two nodded and followed Catherine and Nick to their vehicle. 

"So yeah, we found her in alleyway today with ID, but the rest was gone. We found evidence of rape, so I suspect whoever did this wasn't at all happy. Doc here will explain to you what other things we found." Catherine opened the door and ushered in Ziva and McGee. "Al, this Agent David and Agent McGee, they're from NCIS and here about Mrs. Jefferson. They all exchanged a hand shake. 

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Jefferson. Tox reports came back with a sedative in her blood; there was no trace of seamen, but bruises to the vaginal area indicates rape. I found some strange marks across her neck, jaggedly. Cause of death is suspected to be hemorrhaging in the head. From the depth of the hit in the head, I would suggest a bat." 

"A bat? Interesting, her husband had the same exact hit and jaggedly marks on his neck as well. Was there any kind of paper found near the body?" McGee turned towards Catherine. 

"Well, she was found in an alley. So there was a whole amount of paper ranging from newspapers to napkins," Catherine looked at him oddly. 

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, but if you want to visit the crime scene, I can have one of my guy's take you back to the crime scene."

"I'll go, McGee, just look the other evidence over and I'll try to find it," said Ziva.

"I'll take you Miss," Nick followed her out of the room. 

"Just don't forget...to....oh forget it, she's already gone." McGee shook his head. 

Ziva and Nick hopped in his SUV and she soon realized she had gotten into the driver's side and was about to get out when the car started up, causing her to jump. 

"It's alright, just started it up for you; I guess you do the driving back in D.C.?" He buckled up and looked over at the stunned Ziva. 

"You can say that, though I warn you I drive fast." She adjusted her seat and buckled up. "Let's see if your GPS can keep up."

Throwing it in reverse, she gunned it out of the parking lot and a smile crept across his face. The GPS guided them along ways and surprisingly kept up with her. There was no flinching by him and he just kept on smiling. In out of lanes, she maneuvered like a pro and as if she'd lived in Las Vegas her whole life. Finally, it would seem they arrived to cautioned taped crime scene. Stopping abruptly, she looked over and Nick was calm. 

"I'm shocked, my other partner wasn't too kindly to my driving, but you...you are different,"

"Yeah, I can handle a woman," he smiled and Ziva blushed. 

"So where was the body found?" 

"Right there next to the dumpster. We thought she was a prostitute, but when we got the info on Mrs. Jefferson, we knew it was her. So what's so special about this small piece of paper?" He followed her through the crime scene as she scanned the floor. 

"Well, it's no ordinary paper, its rice paper infused with pheromones." She crouched down and looked at the area by the dumpster. 

"Pheromone, hmm, that's strange if I must say so," 

"I can't seem to find it." She tried looking under the dumpster, but no paper was visible. "Could I use you?"

"Umm, I guess, what do you need?" he walked over and she stood up to face him. 

"First this," she pushed a piece of paper against his neck and he looked at her confusingly. "Now rape me!"

"What?" he took a step back. 

"Just do it, take me like you think this attacker took Mrs. Jefferson" Zivas heart beat quickened. 

"Oh, pretend, I see," he nodded. 

"No, in order to truly see where this paper possibly went you must force yourself on me. I will act like Mrs. Jefferson would have acted."

"Are you sure? Once it begins, there's no stopping" he took a step to her, preparing his assault. 

"Trust me, if I want to stop it, I'll cut you dick off" she smiled as he grabbed her. 

Pushing her up against the wall, face first, he forced himself against her. He began to dry hump her ass and she huffed and puffed. He slammed into her ass, desperate to get his cock ready. Her body slid up and down against the brick wall causing some pain. She tried to fight him, but his force would have been too much for Mrs. Jefferson and she struggled. 

Keeping hold of her with one hand, he reached around and pulled her jeans open. Sticking his hand in her pants, she gasped as he manipulated her. He continued his assault on her ass. She moaned as her body reacted to the assault.

"Your fucking ass feels so good, how 'bout I destroy it." He shoved down her pants revealing her lacy black panties. 

"NO!" she felt him bunch her panties to one side. 

She never experienced anal sex before and was actually scared as she felt his cock bare skin rub against her ass . Her nipples ached from rubbing up against the sand paper like texture of the bricks, but it was soon replaced by the pain of her raw ass being impaled. Both gasped at the incredible pain. Raw as it was, he slowly began to work his member in and out of her. She didn't like the raw anal sex at first, but after a few long deep and slow thrusts into her ass, his pre cum made it easier for her. He let loose and pounded away at her ass. Her moans were escaping and there was no way to keep them from coming. 

She hadn't had sex in long time and found herself grabbing at his neck. He took his hand off her shoulder and slapped her ass a couple times causing her to moan. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and she pulled her hand off his neck and braced herself against the wall as he increased the pace and roughness. 

His cock fought hard and long as it plunged into her ass. Her cheeks absorbed the shock of his force and he watched her juicy ass giggle rapidly in all directions. He found himself wanting to do something else before his ultimate release. Pulling his cock out of her hungry ass, a moan of disapproval echoed at its departure. Pushing her panties down, he bent her over and her face dragged across the wall. Grabbing his dick, he bent his knees and pushed into her tight pussy. 

Her eyes popped out and the walls of her pussy grabbed onto his cock pulling more of him into her. Right off the bat, he began to fuck her with incredible force and speed. She looked over her shoulder and watched him slam into her already wet pussy. Her eyes flickered over his neck and noticed the piece of paper was missing. She was about to say something but his cock pulsed and she knew what was coming. 

He pulled out of her pussy and spun her around forcing her onto her knees. Using one hand to finger herself, she opened her mouth and jacked him off with her other. She released his cock and he resumed jacking off and aimed at her mouth. The hungry Ziva watched in anticipation as his face scrunched up. He shook as his cock erupted all over her face. Glob after glob shot out of his cock covering her face.

She was shocked at his massive load and a few drops landed in her mouth fulfilling the sweet taste that she missed since her and Tony ordeal earlier. Finally, after a grunt, his last glob trickled down her chin and into her shirt. Ziva's smile soon disappeared as she brought herself to orgasm. Electricity shot through her body, as she experienced a ride of her life even her vibrator couldn't touch. As her final wave dispelled from her, she brought her hand up and licked it clean. 

Nick watched her as she cleaned her face off and scooped the remaining cum into her mouth. With a mouth full of cum, she swallowed it in whole and showed off her handy work by showing the vacancy in her mouth. Grabbing his cock once more, she did a once over and cleaned it of remaining cum. Getting back up on her feet, she pulled her jeans and panties back up and adjusted herself. 

"So is this what you NCIS agents do over in D.C.?" asked Nick as he put his limp cock back into his trousers. 

"Minus a few things here and there, now where did it go?" Ziva scanned the ground. 

"Where did what go?" He aided her in looking for whatever she was looking for. 

"The piece of paper I put on your neck." She examined the area where he had pinned her against the wall. 

"Didn't you grab my neck at one point during our supposed rape?" He rubbed his neck and she glanced at him and then her hand. 

"That's it!" she shrieked and ran to the SUV. 

"What, my neck?" He followed her back to the SUV. 

"McGee, it's me Ziva....yeah, have Doc. Run trace on Mrs. Jefferson's hand.....yeah, the sedative may be the pheromone.....ok, and we're on our way back." She hung up her cell phone and turned around only to be met by Nick. 

"So, do you think you could go another round, this time more of a leisure time instead of out here and in a quick matter?" he pushed a strand of hair out of her eye and she smiled. 

Embracing in a kiss, their tongues battle one another and they slowly moved their way to the back door. He pinned her against the side panel and she opened the door with her hand. Breaking their kiss, they both entered the car and closed the door behind them. 

Meanwhile, McGee walked down to the coroner's lab and was met by Catherine. 

"Hi McGee, what you doing?" she smiled and McGee smirked as well. 

"You can call me Tim if you want." 

"Okay, so what are you up to?"

"Well, I was about to ask Doc if he could run some tests on Mrs. Jefferson's hand." 

"Well ask him and then come with me, we found the room she was staying in. I'll meet you in the lobby." She walked away towards the elevator. 

"Hey doc, are you in here?" McGee searched around the room. 

"I'm over here, how may I help you?" Doc placed his cutting tools in the sterilizer jar. 

"Is it possible for you to get me a sample of her palms for possible residue trace?" He walked over to the Doc. 

"Yeah sure, caught me before I cleaned her," he grabbed a cue-tip and ran it across both of her palms. 

"Thank you Doc." he grabbed the plastic bag containing the cutup. 

"No problem." Doc returned to the body and began to wash her body. 

Dropping the cue-tip off with Hodges, one of the lab technicians, McGee was about to head to the lobby when he was stopped by man. 

"Hi, I'm Greg." He extended his hand. 

"Tim" he shook his hand. 

"So, you're NCIS." He leaned on the counter. 

"Yes I am"

"Well nice to meet you, have a nice day," Greg gave him a two finger salute and headed off. 

Shaking his head, McGee walked over to the lobby and was met by Catherine who just smiled. Walking out of the building they entered her SUV. Pulling out of the parking lot, she sped off in the direction of the hotel. 

"So Tim, it's been awhile," said Catherine as they stopped at a red light.

"What do you mean awhile?"

"Wow you really don't remember me do you?" McGee looked over and looked at Catherine and right away he noticed who she was.

"Whole shit Cat, I didn't even take notice that it was you." He gazed at her noting how much she had grown since their college years.

"Well I have grown a lot since college, so that would make recognizing me hard. So what made you join NCIS?"

"Well they sort of contacted me as I exited college. With my background of excellent programming they hired me as a tech and soon I got promoted to an agent for NCIS."

"Wow, who would have guessed that Big McGee would become an agent."

"It's more like who'd believe that Cat the stripper would become a CSI." He looked over at her smiling at her shocked look on her face.

"Oh no you didn't, just go there." McGee laughed a little as she turned down the main drag.

"So how long did it take you to realize it was me?"

"Well let's just say you're no longer big McGee."

"No, I'm still big McGee if you catch my drift." She pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. 

Catherine stared at him for a minute and McGee faced her with a smile. His head slightly nodded down and as soon as her eyes fell onto his crotch she giggled. 

"You were always a stud McGee. You ready to go check out this room or what?" She looked at him funny. 

"Yeah, let's get going before they ask me to do it again"

Walking over to the elevator and entered it. She reached across him and hit ten for the floor. The sudden touch sent a shook through him and he did a quick glance and saw directly down her shirt. Snapping his head back forward, he was both glad for what he saw and disappointed in his crime.

She saw his glance, but figured it was on accident and leaned against the railing. He would cast several glances along the ride up to the tenth floor at her and was curious how she would look naked. He shook his head to be rid of the thoughts, but couldn't. Her ample breast pushed her top out quite a bit along with her ass that was slightly delicious looking. His cock swelled as he looked her up and down in the reflection of the elevator and he began imagining her sucking his cock and fucking him with her breasts. 

She could feel his eyes burning into her and it made her slightly excited. Her nipples were somewhat stiff as they pocked against her bra and her pussy became damp as she eyed the reflection of his boner. Licking her lips, she took a deep breath as they reached the tenth floor. Walking out of the elevator, he walked behind her. 

The swaying of her ass and hips back and forth was hypnotizing. He was finding it hard to resist doing something. She knew he was staring and was getting hornier by the minute. As they approached the room, the door was cracked and both stood against the wall as noise echoed from it. 

"Do you think it's the maid" McGee pointed towards the cart with cleaning supplies on it. 

"It has a Do Not Disturb sign on it, I doubt it" slowly they crept along the wall towards the door. 

Placing her gun against the door, she pushed it open and aimed into the room. Her gun dropped as she soon realized it was the maid and holstered her weapon as did McGee. 

"Excuse me ma'am, can you please come out of the room" she waved for the maid to come to her. 

"Why?" the maid dragged the vacuum cleaner with her. 

"This is the room of a lady who was...killed," the girls face showed her shock. "Did you vacuum?" the girl nodded. "Just leave it there and walked out in big steps." She did so and Catherin reassured her she didn't do nothing wrong and the women proceeded onto other rooms. "Ok, here's some smocking's to cover your feet," she tossed him a pair and he put them. "Let's go."

Entering the room, they looked around and it would seem the maid had gotten there before they could truly see the state that it was in. Catherine sat down on the bed and ran her hand through her hair. 

"Damn it! This is as useless as a hair without tag." McGee closed the door and joined her. 

"It's ok, there has to be something, but my question what was the TOD?" Catherine looked towards the ceiling and thought for a minute. 

"I believe it was...I think either eight or nine A.M. Day shift was supposed to get it, but we got stuck here for awhile." she laughed. 

"So then, if this is the same killer then, he must of heard Mrs. Jefferson calling while killing her husband and his mistress...." he stared off and Catherine looked puzzled. 

"What's up Tim, you look like you were struck by a bus or something?" 

"Hang on I have to make a call." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Gibbs. 

"Hey boss, I got some bad news... yeah how you knew... Okay. So do you want me and Ziva to get on the next... ah, yes she's right here with me. He wants to speak to you Cat."

"This Catherine Willows speaking... Hi Special Agent Mr. Gibbs'. I'm doing fine how may I help you?" She walked over to the window to get better service. "Um, yeah we can cooperate... No problem, glad to aid in getting another killer off the streets." She hung the phone up and passed it to McGee. "Looks like we're working together on this investigation," She walked out of the room taking her phone out of her pocket and McGee followed confused. 

"Hey Catherine what are you doing here?" Catherine turned to face the voice as she called in a CSI unit to the hotel room. 

"I'm here investigating a room of a murder victim. What are you doing here Tony?" asked Catherine as she realized it was Tony. 

"Well, I'm here on some police work. I've investigating a possible scandal with the hotel. 

"Wow, really a scandal at the Luxor?" Said McGee as he joined them

"Who's this, Cat?" asked Tony, as he studied McGee.

"Tim, this Officer Tony Vartann and Tony, this is Special Agent Timothy McGee."

"Hello Agent McGee, welcome to Las Vegas," Tony shuck McGee's hand.

"Glad to be here, so what's this about the Luxor?" 

Tony held his finger up to his mouth and ushered them onward down the hallway. Leading them into a room at the end, both Catherine and McGee were shocked to see the elaborate set up of monitors that were hooked into security system. Several showed what looked like a master suite atop of the Luxor. Others were on some tables. Tony led them over to the set of chairs in front of the monitors. They sat down as he explained.

"For a couple of weeks now I have been working with several undercover agents to weasel out a possible prostitution scandal, here. The head of Luxor is in works with me, hence the ability to get this surveillance. We know who's doing it, but in order for us to get him, we need to get evidence on tape. 

"Well, since they know me, how 'bout we have Agent McGee go undercover?" She stood up and walked over to the door. 

"I see no harm in that. Will you be okay doing this?" 

"I guess it won't hurt to try out my luck in black jack." 

"All right, now like I said all you need to do is get him on camera."

"Have you gotten any of your people into where ever they are doing the prostitution?" McGee stood there as tech hooked him up with remote camera and microphone glasses.

"Unfortunately, no we haven't. He seemed to pick them out pretty good, so I'm expecting you to put on your best tourist act."

"Trust me; I am a tourist, so it shouldn't be too hard."

"Okay, he's good to go," said the man who gave McGee his glasses.

"Alright so Tony is going to do surveillance from here and I'll survey from the bar." Catherine took one of the clips off the table and placed it on the rim of her dress shirt. 

"Okay, let's go then."

"So are you and Ziva together or something?" They entered the elevator and she hit the first floor button. 

"Oh no, we were not." He leaned against the railing. 

"Then, what's up with the ring, wife and kids?" She pointed at the ring he wore. 

"No, before we met you, we were going to go under cover and trail Mrs. Jefferson, but since she's dead, we're not undercover and I can take this ring off" He pulled the ring off his finger and put it in his pocket. 

"Best bet is to leave that on. It'll help convince that you're a husband with a gambling problem." McGee nodded and put the ring back on. "I'm surprised I haven't heard from Nick yet?" She looked at her phone. 

"Same here for Ziva, I guess they must be onto something." They looked at one another and laughed. 

"Yeah right, I bet they're off cruising around Vegas." The elevator door slid open and they step out onto the floor. 

The room was buzzing with intensity and was jammed packed with gamblers. Waitresses were weaving like needles in and out of rows, carrying trays high over their heads. A few bells rung from winners and couple of cheers by craps table filled the room. Walking over to the black jack table, he sat down as Catherine made her way over to the bar discreetly. Handing the dealer a hundred dollar bill, she gave him ten white chips, one red, one blue and one green. 




NCIS Ch. 02



Stacking his chips, he threw in his one white chip with the two other people seated next to him. His face was stiff and emotion was the last thing he wanted to think about. The dealer opened a new deck of cards and repeatedly shuffled them. After a few more bridge shuffles, she began to pass out the cards, placing one card down and one card up. The one on his left had an ace of spades showing and the one to his right a two of hearts. 

He studied his hand, king of diamonds and two of hearts. Eyeing up his odds, he matched the bet of five dollars and the dealer asked him to hit or stay. Tapping the table, she passed him a card and it turned out to be a nine of clubs. McGee smiled, flipping his hand declaring twenty-one. The beautiful dealer smiled. She was an Asian, whose body was quite lean, her black hair hung down her back just past her shoulders, the dress shirt along with the vest did little to hide her perky grapefruit size breast encased in a pink bra. 

The two people shook their heads and continued on playing. The games were fast and quick. McGee had himself quite a few winning hands and only three loses. Catherine had caught a glance of one of the Casino's floor manager. He stood next to a pillar adjacent to McGee's table.

"Tony, pillar adjacent to McGee, one of the floor managers is keeping a tab on McGee."

Eventually after reaching the six hundred mark, the two people left with only twenty dollars in chips to spare. As McGee got up, a man in a tan suite intercepted him before he could start to walk.

"Excuse me sir, can you please come with me." McGee shrugged and followed the gentlemen. 

Catherine followed him at a distance as they got on the elevator and the dealer joined them. The man inserted his key at the bottom of the buttons and typed in a combination code. The elevator rose at a surprisingly fast pace, but still felt like a normal one. It stopped after several passing of floors and one booth was at the door when it opened. The man gestured for McGee to hand the women his chips and he nodded as he handed her his chips. 

The woman counted out the chips and handed him back six hundred dollars in all hundreds. Stepping back the woman smiled and waved as the door closed. The elevator continued its climb until the bell rang as it halted and they stepped out. A double door stood in front of them and in gold leaf V.I.P was sketched into the door. McGee looked at the man, who gestured him to proceed. 

"What exactly is this for?"

"Well, we watched you play and for your expertise at beating the game with only two losses..."

"Three losses."

"Oh! Yeah forgot that second to the last hand. Anyway, for your expertise in winning, we offered you and the dealer a stay in V.I.P suite for the night." He guided McGee and the dealer over the VIP door and handed McGee the key card to the room.

"I'm honored you gave this to me." The man nodded and stepped back into the elevator

"Indeed, Now please enjoy your stay and don't hesitate to do some gambling," with that the elevator closed. 





Meanwhile, McGee and the dealer studied the room. The suite was the size of a triple wide trailer. There was two bedrooms, a kitchen, a giant living room with a flat panel T.V, king sized bathroom with a hot tub, a balcony and a gaming room. McGee was about to say something when he noticed the dealer and realized he never go to know the Asian. 

"My apologies, my names Tim" he extended his hand and she looked startled. 

"Trinity" she grasped his hand and shook it. He was memorized by her soft skin. 

"Why do you look so scared?" Their hands departed. 

"Usually, the VIPs' aren't as friendly. You're the first person not to read my name tag and ogle at my breast," her soft voice sent shivers through his body. 

"Why would I do that?" McGee wasn't dumb, but wondered what she was getting to.

"Well, when they get VIP with me, they take advantage of the contract I'm under which states: "If you are a lucky dealer who gets to stay in VIP suite with a VIP, you must do as they say, when they say, even if it's of extreme." Sherolled her eyes at the last bit. 

"Is there a place we can talk privately?" 

"Yeah, balcony is best place." She pointed and with a simple nod, McGee ushered her over to the balcony. 

"Alright listen, don't be scared. I'm an undercover agent for the Las Vega Crime Scene Investigation. We're here to bust a possible prostitution happening inside the casino. If you can work with us, we can make a deal to make your life easier." Trinity just stared at him soaking in all of which he had said. 

"Wow, that's a lot. What would you need me to do then?"

"All we need is you to give us a statement on whom is in charge of this operation and who else is involved, if any are involved."

"Wait, so, the other dealers who are involved, will they be tried?"

"Seeing as you're under contract, this will aide in getting more on the person in charge. The other dealers including your self can plead that you were misused for your service and were on extreme cruelty that evoked fear of coming to the police with said evidence."

"Okay, I'll be glad to give a statement."

"Alright then, first I'm going to guess that he is surveying the room itself, so let's return to the room and act casual. Make your way to the door and an agent will meet you and go from there." She nodded and proceeded back into the suite.

McGee waited a bit and followed back in. Trinity had reached the door and looked back at him smiling.

"Listen, I'm sorry about this. It's just; I'm very loyal to my wife. I can't afford to jeopardize the trust of our ten year marriage."

"It's alright, I understand sir. I hope you and your wife can work things out." Trinity instantly caught on to the show McGee was giving the hidden camera. 

Exiting the door, Trinity was met by Tony who signaled for McGee to exit the room. They all entered the service elevator and began the decent down to floor ten. The elevator reached the floor in minutes and they all filed out of the elevator and began to walk towards the stake out room. CSI's were already collecting the belonging of Mrs. Jefferson's room. Catherine came walking out the room when they reached the door.

"So do you need us for anything else?" asked Catherine.

"No, I'll just get her statement and we'll do the arrest. You're free to go, but why in such a hurry?" asked Tony.

"Just got a call that there was an explosion at a housing complex, could be a meth lab."

"Alright I'll see you back at the station then." With that Catherine and McGee were off down the hallway. 





"You know, I've never done that kind of stuff before," said Ziva climbing to the front seat while readjusting her shirt. 

"What exactly do you mean?" said Nick as he stated the SUV up. 

"You know, fuck outside and fuck period," Nick looked at her shocked. 

"What you mean?"

"You see, back in my country, it's believed having sex to much could risk your life"

"How exactly could it risk your life?"

"Well you see, if I were to have became close to someone back home and I were to have been kidnapped, then my kidnappers would be able to abuse this connection to get important information out of me, say top secret locations, etc. I've fucked once and that was in secret with a man at school."

"You did it in high school?"

"No! I had sex in agent school before becoming an agent and it was only for pleasure."

"Wow, where did you do it?"

"Outside in the courtyard, he fucked me hog wild and after that, he tried a few other times, but I denied him the pleasure to experience it again." 

"I'm glad you were able to experience pleasure again."

"Yes, I never thought it would be so riveting to have my ass fucked."

"So how's McGee going to feel about us doing it?"

"What do you mean?"

"The wedding ring you're wearing. You two have matching ones.

"Oh this thing you see..." Ziva stopped gazing at the ring. It sent chills down her spine at the thought of being married and doing things that would be considered cheating. A smile crept across her lips as she straddled Nick. "Tell me Nick, how does it feel[c] possibly fucking another man's wife?" She began to grind against him causing him to groan.

"Damn! What I have done. It seems I've awaken a sinner inside of you. I mean we just got done doing it." She leaned in with mere inches between their lips.

"Nick, I'm an Israeli Secret Agent. What do you expect; I was trained to be energized." Her lips locked onto his and both slowly began to French kiss one another. 

Nicks hands grasped her swaying hips as she rubbed against his cock to bring it back to life. She couldn't stop, the fire was lit and it was going to a lot more than simple back seat sex to fulfill it. His hands slid up under her shirt and unclasped her bra. Peeling it off her breasts, he chucked them behind him. Bringing his hand around to her front, he held her B cups in his hands and felt her nipples rise against his cold hands. She let a slight moan as a vibration stimulated her pussy. It was pulses and breaking their kiss she gasped. 

"I think....you have...a call," said Ziva betweens gasps and Nick reached down pulling his cell phone out of his pants pocket. 

"Hello....yeah was up Cat...On Fawner Drive...Alright we'll be there....bye." Nick hung up his phone. "Meth Lab exploded immediate response." Flipping a switch, the trucks sirens began to blare.

Ziva hopped off his lap and back into the passenger seat as he sped off. She felt disappointment as her body ached for more sex, but she knew that there was no time for horse play. Blasting through the strip without struggle, a billow of black smoke could be seen in the distance. 

Fire crew was already on scene when they arrived. Getting out of the truck, they were greeted by Catherine and McGee.

"They got it contained. Fire Chief has deemed it safe enough to enter. It's expected that explosion was caused by a mix and an open flame. So if you don't mind, Ziva why don't you help out Sarah Sidle in the main building, McGee work with Nick and gather what witnesses saw." They all nodded and headed out.

Ziva walked up to the charred apartment and could tell the explosion was quite deadly. Creeping through the collapsed door frame, she ascended the creaky stairs and spotted a light that danced across in the hallway. 

"Ms. Sidle?" Ziva knocked on the door frame from which the light source was emitting from. 

"Yeah I'm here, but be careful. There's a slight cavity in front of the entrance, shimmy around the edge of the doorframe." Ziva followed the instructions and was met by the light which was directed at her face. "Who are you?"

"Agent David, I'm here on an investigation and was asked to help out while our investigation was at a standstill." Ziva steadied herself onto a sturdy part of the floor. 

"Oh, you must be one of the NCIS agents that Cat and Nick had gone to pick up at the air port. I'm Sarah Sidle, but you can just call me Sarah." Sarah extended her hand.

"Just call me Ziva." Ziva shook her hand. "So what happened here?"

"Well, I found some residue here on the collapsed table which could be possibly meth. Right now we are theorizing it was a meth lab. Material is here and by the looks of it, a good amount was involved. So if you want to, you can check out the bedroom and I'll finish up in here and join you." Ziva gave Sarah a nod and tip toed into the bedroom.

Ziva maneuvered around smoldering wood and hopped into the bedroom barely missing a gaping hole in front of the door frame. Taking out a flashlight, she scanned the bedroom. A few pictures stood atop a dresser and consisted of a man and a girl mainly. The two were of what looked like normal people. Opening each drawer, they seemed to empty. 

"Hey Sarah, can you come here?"

"Yeah, sure I can!"

"Did we find out if the owner was inside?"

"The owner wasn't here. Their vacationing in Vancouver for a month, thus possible a junky or producer occupied their house for the time being." Sarah proceeded to the bedroom with Ziva. 

As Sarah swung over the fallen roof, she hadn't realized the hole in front of the bedroom. Her feet landed halfway on the floor of the bedroom and gave way. Ziva noticed the disturbance and gazed at Sarah who tried to sway forward, but the section caved in. Diving towards Sarah, Ziva grabbed onto Sarah's forearm, but with no luck was she able to grab onto anything and for minute she hung onto Sarah with all her might. The two looked at one another as the floor beneath Ziva began to crack. 

Before the two of them could react, the floor fell apart into dust, sending them down into the next apartment. Ziva had landed on top of Sarah and slowly regained her conscious. Ziva began to squirm until an object forced her to stop. Plunged into her was Sarah's holstered 9 mm. Ziva hadn't really been scared, but she held back a moan from the inanimate object was plunged deeper into her from her squirming. 

"Sarah, is you're gun's safety on?" Ziva looked down at Sarah as she came to it she looked Ziva oddly.

"Why exactly?" 

"Well appears your gun is inside of me." She held still waiting for a response.

"What do you mean inside of you?"

"I mean, it's in my pussy." Sarah looked at her with her eyes wide open.

"What, how the hell did that happen?"

"I must have forgotten to zip up my pants, when I used the bathroom earlier." Ziva had to keep herself from revealing the truth of why her pants were unzip.

"Well, yes my gun's safety is on." Ziva breathed a sigh of relief as she stood up, but she stopped as her eyes came upon the sight before her. 

Sarah got up and looked at what had Ziva stunned. A wall of shelves stood full of what appeared to a variety of chemicals. Sarah curled her finger at Ziva as she stepped back. The hole that had extended from where they had fallen had a beam swaying. The two pressed up against the wall and continue back away until they reached the door. Grasping onto the knob, Sarah gently opened the door and smoked billowed into the room. As they ran out of the room and down the hallway, Sarah screamed into the walky-talky.

"Everyone evacuate the apartment complex. A conjoining apartment below the original scene is full of unknown chemicals!" A loud crash of glass echoed behind them. "I just heard some glass being smashed, quickly get out of here!"

Just as they burst out of the lower entrance, a massive explosion erupted sending the two diving to the pavement. Shards of the apartment complex rained down on them. Nearby, everyone ducked behind vehicles as a mushroom cloud emerged from the complex. After a few minutes, the scene settled down and everyone came from behind their covers. McGee and Catherine came running as she noticed their friends lying in front of the building covered in glass. 

Ziva had taken the risk and laid atop Sarah to give her some shelter. Ziva felt herself being gently removed from Sarah. McGee checked on Ziva as Catherine checked on Sarah. Both registered to be okay and were helped to their feet. Brushing some glass out of her hair Ziva smiled at Sarah who mouthed thank you. 

"You girls okay?" 

"Yes Catherin, I'm okay," Sarah cracked her back. "It would seem someone missed a hole in the floor in front of the bedroom, led to another apartment below. The room was full of unknown chemicals. I had fallen in on accident because of debris. Ziva almost saved me, but the floor was weakened and practically disintegrated into dust. A beam had come loose, smashed the glass and I guess it must have hit some embers." Sarah was guided along with Ziva to the back of a ambulance on the scene. 

"I'll have a talk with the fire chief; this kind of mishap could have cost you your lives. Be right back." McGee followed Catherine over to the fire chief as he blew up in his face.

"Thanks Ziva," Ziva looked up at Sarah confused. "If it wasn't for you covering me up over there, I would have been scratched up a bit more than I am now."

"No problem Sarah, it's the least I cold of down, the good thing is you're alright." The two smiled at one another as the fire chief walked over to them. 

"Pardon me ladies; please let me extend an apology to you. My men hadn't done proper procedure in confirming with me the area was cleared," said the fire chief as he bowed his head towards them. 

"It's alright Chuck, by the looks of that hole; it must have been some kind of the secret passage. My guess is that one of your men had checked the room and on his departure, his weight may have caused it to lose its structural strength to become weak and disintegrate when leaving." Chuck looked at her oddly after she had explained the situations reason for unfolding.

Ziva and Sarah got off the ambulance once the EMT's cleared them to continue you working. The fire fighters and the Chuck himself took another tour of each apartment and in the process found a few extra rooms of unknown chemicals which required a bomb team to come in and them. 

"So is this a strange scene for you and your team?" asked Ziva as the bomb squad walked away slowly from a sphere that enclosed the chemicals.

"Surprisingly, this is quite the usual scene for us."

"That's really hard to believe." With a countdown from 5, the bomb squad neutralized the chemicals, causing everyone to duck from the concussion of the blast.

"What can I say, welcome to Las Vegas?" 

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Huge thanks to Bronzeage. He has been life savior as an editor. Sorry it took so long to get this one finish, but hell I got it here for ya. This is going to be very fun to write more too, please don't forget to rate and comment. I encourage feedback from my readers; whether it be it rules or suck I enjoy all. I'm also encourage input, because its helps me sometimes to have input from others to get things easier to transit easier and thanks again for reading.



NCIS Ch. 03



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In one of the evidence rooms, Ziva and Sarah began to empty the boxes of evidence collected from the meth lab onto the light-up table. As the evidence bags cluttered the table up, they worked the items into organized areas of which they were collected from. Ziva had been a little on edge since her and Nick's ordeal and had become slightly mesmerized by the swift movements of Sarah's hand as she dusted for prints. Goosebumps ran up Ziva's arms and she tried to rub it away but her touch wasn't enough to relieve the uneasiness. She moved ever so slightly and felt the radiating heat of Sarah and sighed as she watched several finger prints form on the utensils. 

Ziva held a bag of broken glass that once held the chemicals and examined it carefully. She looked at Sarah and ushered her step closer. 

"Tell me Sarah, what seems odd about the glass?" Sarah picked up a magnifier and scanned it. 

"It's perfectly clean," said Sarah. Ziva, nodded. 

"So, I'm guessing these guys must have just set up shop. I'm going to need to have brass canvass the area for any science supply stores in the area of meth lab."

"Why canvass, when we have the stores name," Ziva smiled at Sarah's confused look.

Ziva put on fresh gloves and emptied the shards of glass onto the table and spread out the pieces. Sarah hung over Ziva's shoulder and got a slight whiff of perfume. Sarah studied Ziva's neck and felt the itch to kiss it. The perfume drew Sarah in closer which opened her senses to the body heat of Ziva's. With a fear of alerting Ziva, Sarah gave her head a slight shake before continuing to watch Ziva arrange the glass. After several swap outs, the name, Leading Science Depot, was spelled out. 

"Leading Science Depot, I think there was one around the corner?" She looked at Sarah who had placed her hand on Zivas while she leaned to look at the name. 

"Yes, I remember driving by it on the way to the scene. Hopefully they have security footage of the perps who bought the vials," said Sarah.

Both of them smiled at one another and their eyes wandered down to their hands that lay upon one another. Sarah began to delicately rub her hand up Zivas arm and looked at her. 

"Ziva, I don't remember if I told you, but I really appreciated you shielding me from the explosion," Ziva smiled as the small contact of Sarah's hand began to soothe her a little. 

"It was the least I could do," Sarah lightly pressed against Zivas back. 

Ziva sighed as Sarah pushed firmly up against her ass. Ziva watched as Sarah's hand came to rest on her breast. She began to maul Zivas breast through her shirt and was quite pleased at her perky breast. Sarah leaned in and lightly kissed Zivas neck which extracted a small gasp from her. Her heart raced as her body became more aroused from this sensual touch. She never had this interaction with a woman. 

Sarah dragged her hands back to Zivas shoulder and resumed a light massage of Zivas shoulders. Sarah was still doing light bumps up against Zivas ass. She closed her eyes as her shoulder relaxed. Catherine walked into the evidence room and came to an abrupt stop to when she saw the massage.

"Sarah, what are you doing?" asked Catherine.

"I was only giving Ziva a massage, her shoulder were slightly hurting," Catherine didn't believe it, but carried on with she had come there for.

"Whatever, so what did you two find?"

"Well Ziva discovered some of the broken test beakers were quite fresh, so who ever set this up must have just done so."

"Hmm, any suggestions as to where they bought the supplies from?"

"Well we were able to reassemble some of the beakers to form a name: 

Science Depot".

"Okay then, Sarah you'll come with me to this place and Ziva if you just head down hallway, you'll find Tim in the room on your left. It appears you guys found a break in your case," Ziva nodded and exited room as Catherine stared at Sarah. 

"You have to be careful Sarah, if Conrad were to have walked in at that moment, it would have been a whole different story, but we'll just forget his happened." Sarah just nodded and followed Catherine out of the evidence room. 

Ziva entered the room McGee was in and noticed some video, Archie and he were looking at. She stood next to McGee and analyzed what they were looking at. McGee had been caught off guard by the sudden aroma of Ziva's perfume. He gave her a confused look.

"Are you wearing perfume?" She ignored his question. 

"So, what exactly are we looking at?" asked Ziva looking at McGee who didn't want to bother anymore. 

"Well, when Catherine and I went to Mrs. Jefferson's hotel room, a maid had been cleaning the room, which in return probably cost us valuable time to get proper evidence. We let her go and didn't bother to question her. Rookie mistake. Turns out we should of held her." Archie played the video of their entrance into the room and the maid leaving. 

She had seem to walking at fast pace. Archie switched to another feed. It showed her entering the elevator. As the doors closed, she quickly discarded her clothing and revealed some other clothing. She had hit the lobby button and when she turned her face towards the camera, Archie froze the video and cropped her face. Opening up the captured face into the facial recognition software, he began to scan the database. They stood there waiting until the software came up with no match. 

"Looks like she's not in the database," said Archie as he went to exit out of the software. 

"Wait, I think I've seen her before," McGee punched something into his phone and held up against the screen. "There, her name is Violet Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's daughter. Is there way to trace her movement?" asked McGee.

"Yeah I can, let see where she goes."

Continuing the footage, they followed Violet through the casino. In a brisk movement, she was soon outside and into a waiting taxi. McGee took down the Taxi cabs number and called the number to the service. 

"Hi, my name is Agent McGee, I'm with CSI, I need to find where cab number 1947-3 took its passenger it picked up at three pm?" asked McGee. As he waited Archie printed out some photos of her. "Alright, thanks sir. Well, she was taken to the Air Port, apparently the driver had a conversation with the Violet, said she was going to L.A," McGee hung up his phone. 

"Well then I guess we're headed to L.A then," said Ziva, heading out of the room. 

As they walked down the hallway they ran into Catherine and Sarah.

"So, what did you guys find out?" asked Catherine.

"Well, it appears the maid we ran into at the hotel, was Mrs. Jefferson's daughter," Said McGee.

"Ah, I guess my presumption about the Do Not Disturb sign was correct, well did you find out where she went?"

"Yeah, she went to L.A."

"That's nice, are you headed to the Air Port?"

"Yup, we have a field office in L.A, so we're going to meet up with them there and get things straighten out. If it's no trouble, could you send the evidence to our DC lab for further analysis?" 

"Well I think we arrange that, do you think you can help me prep the evidence?" asked Catherine. She figured Sarah would want to give a proper goodbye to Ziva. 

"Sure, I'd love to." Catherine followed McGee, giving Sarah a peculiar look as she entered the evidence room. 

"So would you like that massage still," said Sarah causing Ziva to raise her eyebrow. 

In the back corner of the locker room, Ziva was straddling a bench with Sarah behind her. Ziva's shirt was off and her shoulders were being majestically massaged by Sarah. She seductively ran a fingernail down Ziva's back and caught the claps of her bra. With a simple tug, the clasp came undone. Ziva protectively kept her bra over her breast. 

Sarah ran her finger in swift circle movements like she would with a brush on Zivas back. Ziva's body shivered, as Sarah widened the width of her circle. Her dragging finger turned into a hand which came around and slid beneath Ziva's hands. She moaned as Sarah's cold hands came in touch with her breasts. Ziva dropped her hands as well as her bra and allowed Sarah to further her massage. 

"That's it Ziva, let me thank you," whispered Sarah as she twisted Ziva's nipples. 

Gently, she kissed Ziva's neck extracting extracting a moan from her and her eyes shot down to watch Sarah's lingering hand. She hooked her finger under the waist of band of Zivas pants and pulled it out a bit. Sarah snaked her hand into Ziva's pants and could feel a damp spot on the front of her panties. Sarah smiled as she rubbed Ziva through her panties and she moaned in approval. Sarah slid her hand into Ziva's panties and inserted her finger into her pussy. 

Ziva moaned more as Sarah slowly began move her finger in and out of her. Ziva breathed lightly as Sarah increased her motion inside Ziva. Her pussy was becoming quite wet as Sarah's finger, now joined by a second, fucked her swiftly. 

Back at the evidence room, McGee gripped the table quite hard. His heart beating fast and sweating persistently as Catherine worked his cock expertly under the table. Her hand pumped his shaft as she eagerly stared at it with hunger. Latching on again she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. 

His size still caught her off guard as she tried to deep throat it. 

This was above anything she'd done before in the lab. The thought that anyone could walk in on them excited her more and she sucked harder onto his cock. Working her hands in unison with her mouth, she began to feel the need for him inside of her. 

Standing up while keeping a hold of his monster, she kissed him on and lips pressed against him. She smiled as his hands crept up and grasped her large breasts. She dislodged from their kiss and allowed him more access to them. 

Grabbing onto the neckline of her v neck sweater he stretched it down over her breast along with her maroon bra and latched onto her hard nipples. McGee knew the sensitivity of her breasts and felt her moan as he teethed her nipples, one at a time.

Ziva and Sarah both panted as both of them lay on the bench, legs intertwined, mashing their pussies together. Both were completely in bliss as the force of their pussies against one another sent shock waves through their nerves causing them to moan together. They tried to keep their actions quite, not wanting to alert any unwanted stragglers to interrupt them. The aroma in the air indicated obvious sex, but to their luck a ventilation system, located right above them kept it in their area. 

Without fear of being heard, Sarah turned the mashing into a hard smacking as it increased the pleasure. Ziva gritted her teeth fighting back a moan. Her body quivered as her orgasm arose. Arching her back she closed the gap between their pussies prolonging the end result. The two rubbed their pussies in counter action of one another causing Ziva to arch her back further. 

Catherine's bare back was slightly lit from the dimmed evidence table. McGee stepped between her legs with his cock in hand. Her eyes shimmered as his member began to slowly pierce into her. He grunted as her walls clamped down on his cock and furthered his insertion.

Once his cock was in her far enough, he began to slowly fuck her. She gasped as his massive rod maneuvered in and out of her. Feeling she had adjusted to his size he began to increase his pace. Each impact caused her to gasp. 

"That's it Timmy, fuck my pussy like you did back in college," her dirty talk caused him to do a few long deep slams into her. Her eyes widened as his length really filled her up. 

Sarah held Zivas outstretched leg against her body as Sarah fucked Ziva with hard long slams of her pussy. Both were drenched in sweat as their fucking became quite vigorous. Zivas muscles were flexed quite a bit as she was stretched at a ninety degree angle. 

"You ready cum?" asked Sarah flipping her hair back. 

Ziva nodded unable to get a word out between her pants. Her body was at the breaking point as her orgasm was ready to blow. 

Catherine slammed her hands down on the table as McGee bent her over. Wasting no time he slammed his cock back into her and she moaned. He grabbed onto her hips as he went to town on her sending ripples across her ass check. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock. Milking it to cum. Her breasts swayed violently as each thrust was quicker than the other. 

Catherine looked up and a peeping tom was peering in the lab through the tinted windows. She could tell it was Hodges, but he showed no signs to alert anyone, but watched. The dim light of the table gave off an exotic image of her wet body; giving a nice silhouette of her body and each movement of it. 

"Oh god, Catherine I think I'm about to cum," panted McGee as his pulsing member threaten to blow right there at that second. 

"Come in me McGee, paint my inner walls." She began to drive her self back into his thrust adding more to the fucking. 

McGee gave a few more long deep thrust and just burst inside of her. His cum lathered her walls and set off her own orgasm. She lifted her head back to shout. 

"FU..." Sarah shoved her hand into Zivas mouth as she almost let out a loud sound from her agonizing orgasm. 

She hungrily feasted on Sarah's finger not wanting to break the silence. Sarah had joined Ziva in a body shattering orgasm, but was luckily able to keep her mouth shut. She leaned down and replaced her hand with her mouth and kissed Ziva passionately. Fighting Zivas tongue a bit with her own, she broker their wet kiss breathless and gasping for air she stared at her. 

"Thanks for saving me."

McGee and Catherine stopped at the door and gave one another a quick kiss. Smiling they exited the room and met Sarah and Ziva. Catherine cast a few a glances at Sarah who winked at Catherine and Sarah rubbed her finger against her check. Catherine raised an eyebrow and ran her finger again against her check and felt something on her cheek. Sneaking it into her mouth her taste buds recognized her favorite taste, cum. Blushing she smiled and returned her attention to the group as whole 

"Well it was great working with NCIS on this case." said Catherine.

"Yeah, it was great working with you guys, quite an experience for both of us," McGee smiled and Ziva gave a slight wink at Sarah who kind of blushed. 

"Indeed, maybe when you ever you come back to Las Vegas, give us call and we can go out and have some dinner together. 

"Well, if we ever get a vacation, we will," McGee extended his hand and Catherine received it with mixed emotions, hoping to embrace her former lover, but knew it was the proper thing as she notice Sarah and Ziva exchanging handshakes. They all headed their opposite ways. 

Ziva and McGee had arrived at the airport in a quick fashion already alerting Gibbs of their actions and alerting the L.A NCIS of their arrival. Getting in line to buy tickets, McGee flashed his badge and the lady handed him an already purchased set of tickets for Ziva and him. Their plane didn't leave for another two hours, but they needed to get past TSA, which wouldn't be easy. 

As they entered the line through security check, they found it was going a bit faster as people weren't objecting to the full body scan. It came time for Ziva and she flashed her NCIS badge which the guy eyed. 

"NCIS? Never heard of you." Said Frank the TSA. 

"We're a Naval Criminal Investigation Service," said Ziva, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, so then you still need to go through the security," he pointed at the scanner.

"I know. I'm just letting you know I'm armed."

"Oh, well then step on through."

Ziva stepped into the x-ray machine and the observing guard watched her figure appear on his screen. He rotated it and hungrily stared at her ass. 

Grabbing his scanner he motioned her over to him. She looked concerned and walked over to him as McGee went though without a hitch. 

After a few minutes of talking with the man Ziva met up with McGee who sat in the terminal waiting anxiously for her. 

"Hey over here Ziva," McGee waved her over to him. "Why did they take you to the side?" Ziva sat down in the chair next to him. 

"Well my reputation precedes me, they were concerned and did a check up on whether I was legit or not," McGee nodded.

After some minutes of waiting the plane had began to allow boarding. Getting in line with the rest of the people, McGee and Ziva slowly progressed to the terminal desk. Handing the receptionist their boarding passes, she scanned them with her infrared scanner. 

"Welcome, please step into the boarding passage," smiled the receptionist indicating the walkway next to her. 

"Good evening and welcome to the flight 106. I'd like to congratulate you on your opportunity to be one of the first fliers on 106," said the flight attendant that met them in the walkway. 

"Thanks, why is it a rewarding opportunity?" asked McGee following her into the plane. 

"Flight 106 is a test plane of a new series of planes. It is similar to a train with a regular seating section and set of cabins for high exclusive passengers. Luckily, you were selected to stay in one the cabins." The flight attendant guided them through the halls of the plane until they came to a row of private rooms. 

"Now if you please just step into the first room on your right, the plane will be taking off in fifteen minutes, so when it comes time, there's two chairs in your room for which you are required to sit in when we take off and land. Have a nice day." With that, the flight attendant left them as they entered the cabin. 

"Wow, this is not too bad. Quite cozy if I must say so," said McGee as he marveled at the room.

"Indeed, though we have a slight problem." McGee looked at Ziva. "If we plan to rest, we only have one bed." 

"Well, you can have the bed and I can just use the chair to rest." 

As the two settled in, McGee reclined in the chair and rested a bit. Ziva was finishing up with the packing their suit cases in the storage compartments. Closing the compartment beneath the bed, she sat on it and looked at McGee. 

"So, Las Vegas is an interesting place, wouldn't you say so McGee?"

"Yeah, I was able to meet up with an old friend and aided in a case."

"Which friend was this?" 

"Catherine. She and I dated a while back in college. We went our separate ways and never kept contact."

"Ah I see. For me it was fun as well. The sex was different than the usual, but it was fulfilling." McGee's eyes open wide at her remark. 

"Really, you had sex for such a little time we were here?"

"Yes, Nick and I had reenacted the scene where Mrs. Jefferson was killed, hence we found out the evidence of the pheromone paper."

"Oh, you reenacted. I thought you were saying you actually had sex," McGee laughed a little.

"Well at first we were reenacting it, but it developed into actual sex to simulate what happened and then we fucked in Nick's truck. Something I would have never done back in my country." McGee stared straight at the ceiling in shock. "What, you and Catherine didn't try anything?"

"Well, we really couldn't since we were stuck in three investigations. I had come close to having sex with a card dealer, but we ended up flipping her to catch the casinos VP prostitution ring," lied McGee.

"Ah, I see. I 'm sorry you were unable to enjoy yourself today." Ziva leaned back a bit on the bed.




NCIS Ch. 03



"Hey Ziva, can I ask you a question?" McGee sat straight up in his chair.

"Sure, what do you want to know?" Ziva swung around so she was lying on her stomach and facing him.

"Do you remember that investigation where you and Tony were undercover as the assassin couple?" 

"Yes I remember that one."

"Well, when I was alone with the two FBI agents, they noted that you and Tony were actually fucking and not acting." McGee looked at Ziva who shown no signs of begin caught. 

"Well, McGee, yes we did, but it was only because it was cover to fool surveillance of us If you were in our position, you would understand." She knew she was caught and there was no way to get out of it. "Why do you ask?" Ziva sat up on the bed. 

"I was curious, that was it."

Ziva cocked her eyebrow knowing that the mature witted probie wasn't telling the truth. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to him and looked at him. He showed signs of feeling uncomfortable. She remembered feeling eyes on her ass when she was handling the luggage and evidence of a bulge was visible in the crease of his pants. 

"If I wasn't mistaken by your tell tale signs, you were feeling a bit uncomfortable around me." McGee shook his head no. "If you really want know why Tony and my little ordeal led to such drastic measures, and then maybe I should have you feel why." McGee looked up at Ziva seeing a glimmer in her eye, which was of the seat-belt sign that just came on. 

Grabbing onto the back of his seat, she straddled his lap having her feet hang over the back of the arms rest. Her pussy pushed up against his bulge. 

Reaching over, she buckled her seat belt and then loosening up McGee's seat-belt she wrapped it around her and clicked it in the receiver, being sure it snugly fit and kept her in place. He looked at her and couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into. A light ding echoed over the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Welcome aboard flight 106, the next era of flying. I ask that you remain seated until the seat-belt light goes off. There's a storm brewing in the desert, so please remain calm when we go through it and last but not least have a nice a day."

"McGee, there's no need to keep your hands up like that, just rest them on my thighs." Ziva gave him a seductive smile. 

Lowering his hands, he lightly placed them on her thighs and both of them felt the energy flow though one another. His eyes locked on hers as they felt the engines begin to come to life. The plane shook a bit, but both of them continue to stare at one another. He was fighting the urge to adjust himself in the seat because his cock had snaked away from their contact and any slight movement would cause Ziva to become aware of his growth. 

Zivas body lunged forward as the plane began movement and pushed against McGee's face. His agape mouth became filled with her left breast and seemed to close down on her nipple by mistake. Unaware as to what was in his mouth he slightly sucked on her bullet hard nipple.

"Mhmmm," moaned Ziva from the suction of McGee's mouth.

Her body unpressed itself from McGee and the two looked kind of shocked at what had happened. As the plane sped down the runway, the plane began to pitch up and rumble shuck the plane. Unprepared, Ziva began to slip off McGee's lap and with quick reflex he grabbed onto her ass and pulled her back up onto his lap. 

The slight adjustment had forced his cock to form a tent in his pants. Ziva felt his massive cock as she came in contact with it. McGee showed signs of embarrassment as shaking of the plane caused her to jump up and down slightly on his cock. 

Ziva smiled as she began to grind up and down his shaft. McGee's head fell back as she worked her magic on his cock. The seat-belt sign turned off and Ziva unhooked the seat-belt. Hoping off his lap she walked over to the bed and pulled out some clothes. McGee's head snapped back and looked over at Ziva who just smiled at him. 

"You see McGee, that's what Tony and I went through when trying to "pretend", but in all courses, we ended up doing it since well Tony's cock was protruding up and against my pussy. It was too much to resist since we really were creating friction from our "pretend" sex." Ziva walked over towards the bathroom. "If you don't mind I need to go freshen up, I've been in these clothes all day and they feel quite dirty." She closed the bathroom door as she entered the bathroom. 

McGee looked down at his tent in his pants and looked disappointed. His cock wasn't going to be deflating anytime soon. Just as he was about to start finishing it off, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jumping up from his seat, he faced the direction the hand came from and noticed it was a flight attendant. 

The young twenty something blonde stood stiff. Her suite pulled taunt across her chest, on the edge of ripping open. Her blonde hair lay lightly on her shoulder, her green eyes wide along with her sweet small mouth agape at sight of his tented pants. She gasped a little as McGee covered it up the best he could. 

"I'm sorry sir, I was just going to ask how your flight was going, but I can obviously see you and your wife are doing okay...Oh man that big....Oh my, I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud." Her hands shot up to cover her mouth. 

The sweet sound of her southern accent excited him a little. She stood there in shock, not moving an inch her eyes locked on the hard to hide tent he had. She bit her lip as she slowly began to step closer to him. Her hand extended and grasped onto his hard knob. He groaned as she began to begin to jerk him off. Her face inches from his she began to dip into kiss when Ziva coughed. 

"Excuse me ma'am if you can take your grimy hands off my husbands' junk, I won't slit your throat," said Ziva cracking her knuckles. 

The blonde released his cock and walked away giving Ziva a scared look. McGee's gaze drifted over to Ziva as the flight attendant left the cabin. As she walked over, her outfit was quite alluring; she now wore pair of tight khaki short shorts, tennis shoes and red tank top. She stopped in front of him and stared at him. 

Her gaze drifted down to his hard cock and her hand reached out. Unzipping his pants, she reached through the maze and her cold wet hands came in touch with his cock. She gave a shocked look as she continued where the flight attendant had left off. His cock pulsed in her grip. Ziva continued to jerk him off and amazed at the length of his cock. She smiled at the expressions on his face. His cock was fully up and ached to explode. 

Her slick movements increased as the friction between their skins created more arousal. McGee began to groan some more as his orgasm rose. Dropping to her knees, she grasped his cock in both hands and worked her magic on it. She knew they couldn't leave a mess so she held her mouth down by his tip whispering to him.

"Come on Tim, give me your seed. I'm dying to taste what you got," that last bit did in for him. 

He cringed as her last few jerks caused him to erupt and spew deep down in her mouth. She continued to pump milking his cum out of his cock. Her mouth began to over flow quite a bit with his cum. His orgasm subsided and he fell back as he stared at Ziva. She whipped some drips that had spewed out of her filled mouth and replenished them back into her already filled mouth. 

"Now that was quite tasty," said Ziva after she swallowed his cum. "You should change into more comfortable clothes; I hear it's about ninety in L.A." McGee stared at her, his deflated cock withdrawing into his pant. 

Getting up, he walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Ziva walked over to the door that led to the hallway and opened it. The blonde jumped back as she saw Ziva staring at her. She curled her finger at the girl, who slowly approached her. Grasping the girl, Ziva locked in a kiss and the two moaned as they shared the last bit of McGee's cum. 

Breaking the kiss, Ziva smiled once again at the shocked flight attendant that was wiping some cum that had smeared on her face and closed the door. Walking back over to the chair, Ziva sat down as McGee reappeared with a short sleeve shirt and pants. 

"See, now you seem more comfortable. By the way I gave your friend a taste....I think she'll be shocked for a bit." 

McGee looked at her confusingly and sat down in his chair. Before they knew it, they were landing in L.A. International. As the plane docked up, McGee and Ziva began their fight with the rest of the passengers to get off the plane. he blonde flight attendant face blush a bright red when they passed her. Ziva smirked at the reaction and continue on through the tunnel to the terminal.

Heading over to the lobby, they exited out to the load off. Outside were Sam and Callen were waiting. McGee noticed them and walked over to them. 

"Hello, welcome back to L.A," said Callen as he extended his hand.

"Glad to be back," said McGee shaking Callens hand. 

"So you're back because a case led you here?" They entered the Dodge Charger. 

"Yeah, we spotted the daughter of the victims in Vegas, fooled us with a disguise. Took a plane here and now we need to find her."

"Where's your other partner at?" 

"Oh Tony, well he's currently tied up in the investigation. We're just trying to clear his name." Callen nodded as they pulled up to NCIS L.A. Building. Walking into the building they were greeted by Hetty. 

"Hello Mr. McGee and Ms. David, welcome back," she extender her hand. 

"Glad to be back," McGee and Ziva shook her hand.

"If you please follow me, we have the com room set up and linked up with your lab," they followed Hetty up the set of stair cases and into com room where Kensi, Deeks, Nell and Eric awaited them. 

As they entered the room, a familiar face was on the screen. Her face lit up as she saw McGee and Ziva come into view. 

"Ziva and McGee, I've missed you so much," shrieked Abby while waving at them. 

"Hey Abby, did you get the stuff from Catherine?" asked McGee. 

"Yes I did. I took the swabs from under Mrs. Jefferson's finger nails and compared that to the rice paper. It was a chemical match, so obviously done by the same person. 

"What about DNA?"

"Another thing I checked, there was no match in the database, but I was able to determine the source of the rice paper. Since its pheromone paper I was able to narrow it down to the L.A. area. At first I thought maybe trying to track down the source of the compound would prove useless, but I did a little research, apparently typical producers of pheromone on rice paper use a strength of 3 on a scale of 1 to 10, but this paper itself on the scale would be a seven. So I dug deeper and found only one particular place sells this type," Abby fiddled on her computer and what she typed popped up next to her video feed. 

"So it was produced by a porn company?" said McGee studying the image. 

" Yes, the company is B.B.C.P, Big Black Cock Production," everyone was sort of caught off guard. 

"Thanks Abby, we'll see when we get back," said McGee nodding. 

"Okay, love you McGee, bye," the video cut out and everyone stared at McGee. 

"What, she was just saying good bye. Could you look to see where Violet Jefferson works?" 

"Yeah give me one second," Eric brought up a search engine and typed in Violets name. 

The screen popped up with a file on Violet and also a video that began to play. Every watched as Violets body moved rapidly up and down. Moaning was emitting from the speakers and Eric quickly stopped the video. 

"It appears our Violet is a porn star. We can't approach her as agents though," noted McGee.

"Why can't we?" asked Callen, concerned.

"Well, Catherine and I had met her at her mother's hotel room, but thought she was the maid. Later on, a tech showed us footage of her getting on an elevator and dressing down to her street clothes. Hence, we're here and need to take this extra precaution."

"By the looks of it, she's one of the performers for BBCP," said Eric pulling up Violets profile.

"So we're going to need to send someone inside in order to find her," said Sam. 

"Yeah and no offense Sam, but you're the only black guy here who has a chance," said Callen.

"Well I figure that one out G., but I'm going to need a partner if I'm going to go in."

"How about Kensi go in with you, seeing as she's the most likely candidate with her large breast and full ass," said Hetty, who got an odd eyeball from everyone. "What? Can't I be observant? I mean it's not like we can send Nell in because then we won't have someone to keep an eye on Eric."

"I'll just not respond to the first bit, but the second bit I'll agree," said Nell in return causing Eric's disappointed face. 

"Well then I guess McGee and I can hold up outside along with Callen," said Ziva. 

"What about me?" asked Deeks. 

"Deeks, I think being involved in this investigation, specifically this uncover operation would be too much for you," said Kensi.

"I don't see what the problem is going to be if I join in on the stakeout," said Deeks walking out of the room and Kensi followed. 

"Deeks wait a minute," he stopped as she caught up with him. "Listen if you notice Sam and I are going undercover as porn stars and most likely we're going to be required to do some things beyond the call of duty." Deeks was about to speak, but Kensi put a finger to his lip. "Listen, just do this for me please, I understand you and I have a little thing going on and I'm too stuck up to admit in front of everyone. So please just stay back here, I don't want what I'm about to do hurt what is going for us," Kensi kissed him lightly on the lips and he just stood there a minute before he nodded in approval. 

"Alright Sam and Kensi, you're first going to need to get wired. So take these ear pieces so you can hear us and we'll just use our van to do our communicating. Alright let's get a move on," said Hetty handing them the ear pieces. 

Those that were going filed out of the room. Kensi and Sam hopped into the Dodge Charger and began cruising towards central L.A. Both hadn't exchanged a word on what they were in for and most likely what they were about to do. They came to a stop light when Kensi broke the silence. 

"I hope you realize what's going to take place once we walk into the studio."

" Yeah I know. It's understandable that this is one of those cases that requires us not to bust in with guns a blazing to get what we need and that we sometimes have to take the unwanted events the quiet way," said Sam. 

"Well, in this case it's not necessary going to be quiet," both laughed at Kensis remark and Sam resumed driving once the light turned green. "I'm more afraid of what's going to happen between Deeks and me. With what this uncover mission requires us to do, it will be hard to get over with."

"Listen Kensi, you and Deeks have the relationship that can handle that rockiness, granted this act may seem quite demoralizing, it's truly going to be the test of whether he can handle you doing extraordinary things. Trust me, I think...no...I know you and Deeks will pull through this," Kensi smiled at Sam. 

"Thanks Sam, you really know how to get morale up. By the way, just curious what am I going to be dealing with; big, large or huge?"

"Let's say you're in for a surprise," Sam smiled at her and the excitement in Kensi was rising as well as Sam's since Kensis body is quite appealing in a sexual way. 

Pulling up front of the studio both took a breather and got out of the car. With a quick nod in the direction of the surveillance van they climbed the stairs leading up to the studio. Entering the lobby, the receptionist face lit up with surprise. 

"Well, look who it is; if isn't Amateur Sam," said the red head. 

"Thank you for the ovation...Mary," said Sam smiling and Kensi as well as the others listened on confused. 

"Did you know Sam was an Amateur?" asked McGee. 

"Nope, this is news to me," said Callen. 

"So Sam, what can I do for you today?" asked Mary.

"Just for old time's sake, I wanted to do a scene."

"Well, I think we can arrange that for Mr. Amateur '98," she reached under her desk and pulled out a three inch binder which caused a loud thump when dropped on her desk. "Take a look and see what you would like to do it with," Sam flipped open the binder and began to scan through it. 

Knowing what he was looking for was at the back of the book, he had to convince her he was looking. He noticed a few of the girls he knew back in early two-thousands when he left and their track records in the business were indeed quite stacked with experience.

Feeling his searching so far was convincing enough, he licked his finger and flipped to the back where he landed on Violets profile. He began to read up on her bio; five foot six, dirty blonde hair, 36 C cups, thirty scenes of experience and into all types of sex. 

"What about her, Violet, is she available?" asked Sam pointing at her profile. 

"Unfortunately no, she's actually a little busy at the moment, maybe I can get you with Madeline," said Mary flipping back a several pages. 

"It's alright, I was hoping for Violet, since I've seen some of her work, so I'll just have a scene with my partner here," said Sam ushering her closer to the receptionist. 

"Ah, she has a nice proportioned body. Her breasts are quite perfect and her ass juicy in entirety. So you know the deal, scenes are up on the dray erase board," Mary pointed to the board to her left. Walking over to the board Sam examined it for a minute and scanning the board, he tapped on one of scenes. 

"This improv scene on a girl moving in to house."

"Alright then, if you follow me to the dressing room, we'll get things squared away," Mary guided them down a hallway. 

Sam and Kensi scanned the rooms they passed by, being sure to keep an eye out for Violet. As they rounded a corner Violet passed by them. Mary stopped and called after her. 

"Where you headed Violet?" asked Mary. 

"George and I have a scene; he needed me to mark the scene we're doing,"

Mary nodded and continue leading Sam and Kensi. "Alright, Sam you're in here and she's in here. Have fun and someone will be here to get you," said Mary pointing at two doors across from one another.

The two went into their separate rooms and closed their doors behind them. Sam walked over to the make-up mirror and sat in the chair. Making sure no one else was in the room, he began to speak. 

"Okay, Violet is here, apparently she's doing a scene," said Sam. 

"That's good to hear, do you know where at in the building the scenes being done at?" asked Callen. 

"No, but once we get a chance, we'll slip away and look for her," a knock caused Sam to cut the conversation short. "Come in," In stepped a woman with a box in her hand. 

"Hello Sam. I'm surprised you came back for that one scene I promised," said the woman stepping towards him. 

"Yeah Sarah, but I'm going to do it because I'm here for another cause," Sam turns to face Sarah in his chair. 

"Oh really dear and what's the cause that has you here then," Sarah placed her hands on her hips. 

"Violet Jefferson's the cause."

"What about her? I know you she's doing a scene with one of our guys, did you want to fuck her?"

"No, do you wonder what happened to me in early two thousand? Why I left?"

"Well, yes it did seem odd."

"I joined the Navy. I went on to become a seal and now I'm an agent for NCIS. I'm here because Violet is involved in a murder."

"Really and how exactly did you link her in this murder?"

"BBCP pheromone was found on the victims in the murder."

"Well we sell that on our online store, so I don't really see why you are targeting her."

"The strength was stronger than typical online product which in that case, it's the stuff your guys use. So who's her usual male partner?"




NCIS Ch. 03



"George is her partner. Are you saying he too did the murder?"

"Possibly, I would have called, but I needed to play it safe just in case. What stage are they on?"

"They're on stage forty-four."

"Hey G, have you and McGee cover the back. Kensi and I are going to try to obtain them now, so get into place."

He nodded at her as she lightly patted him on the neck as he walked past her and out the room. He was met by Kensi, who at first seemed to be slightly distracted by a smell, but followed him down the hallway. Exiting out of the doors at the end of the hallway, they began passing by several large airport like hangers. Counting each, they finally came to stage forty-four. From inside, they could hear loud moans and skin slapping together. 

Slipping through the doors, they flashed their badges at some security guards and stepped aside. As they approached the set, violet was bent over a table and being hammered by George. Tapping the director on the shoulder, they singled him to cut.

"Cut!" yelled the director. 

"What the fuck? We're in the middle of having sex," exclaimed Violet. 

"Well murder doesn't have time to wait," said Sam stepping onto stage.

"Violet Jefferson, you're under arrest for the murder of Staff Sergeant Tyler Jefferson and Vivian Jefferson," said Kensi as she grabbed Violets scattered clothes and handed them to her. 

"Excuse me, Miss. Don't you touch Violet," came the deep voice of George.

"George, please calm down because you too are under arrest for the Murder of Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson," said Sam unhinging his hand cuffs.

"Excuse me! I don't think so," George swung at Sam, but he ducked and grabbed Georges extended arm and brought him to the ground.

Placing a knee against his neck, Sam locked the cuffs on his wrist and pulled him to his feet. Callen had come strolling in with McGee and saw the suspects apprehended. Violet looked over and noticed McGee and showed fear. 

"Shit it's that guy from the hotel," said Violet. 

Callen and McGee took George and Violet off Sam and Kensis hands. Everyone had exited the set except for Sam and Kensi. They had taken a seat on the couch while taking out their ear wigs and placing them on the coffee table. They seemed to exhale simultaneously. 

"I take it your glad we didn't do it?" said Sam Breaking the long silence. 

"At first I was afraid to do it, but I knew if the job called for it, I'd have to anyway," said Kensi looking over at Sam. "So you really were an amateur porn star?"

"Well, ninety-seven to ninety-nine; I was an amateur, but for a little bit in two-thousand I was a legit professional porn star, but that was for only five months until I joined the Navy at 21." 

"That's quite amazing, if I must say so myself. So were you pretty good as a professional?"

"Of course I was and am still," Kensi's eyes flickered down to his crotch. Once she felt a presence in air that was causing her senses to become excited."Seems our camera man forgot to shut down his equipment," he nodded towards the camera which its red light blinked. 

"I guess we're going to have to confiscate it for evidence and such." She playfully rubbed his arms.

"Indeed we will and of course the laptop that is being used to store the data from the video," He watched as her hand drifted from his arm to his thigh.

"So tell me, would you've gone on and fucked me?" The question caught Sam of guard and he looked at her. His eyes glare seem to captivate her as unannounced to him, Sarah slapped a pheromone patch on his neck.

"If it was for a deep cover yeah I would, but only if you wanted me to," Her massaging hand had widened it's massage closer to his growing member.

" I definitely felt a little unease about it, but I sort of warmed up to the idea."

"Ah that's cool," Sam nodded his head and twitched as her hand felt the head of his cock. She seemed to feel the shock of the contact from the feeling of his cock and glared at the Camera. Her mind took in the thought of the fact a camera was not only pointed at them, but recording their every movement. She eased her head towards Sam. 

"Sam, how would you of fucked me?" He was startled by the question, afraid as to where this was going. 

"Well...In the scene we were going to depict, I'd bend you over a mover's box and just have at it." He felt confident for his answer. 

Kensis body was prickling all over as she stared at him. Her breathing became shallow as the strain of her breast against her shirt caused a slight excitement from her rubbing nipples. Their heads came closer as if attracting like opposites and with a slight tilt from Kensi their lips became locked. 

As they held onto their kiss, both seem to become over whelmed. They slowly began to kiss more, increasing the intensity. Kensi adjusted herself and straddled Sam while their tongue battled one another. Sam's hands roamed down her back and grasped firmly onto her ass. She moaned a little as he began to kiss her neck. Careful not to leave any marks, he dragged his tongue back up her neck and kissed her some more.

Kensi pushed her body harder against Sam and broke their kiss. Undoing the buttons to her plaid shirt, she tossed it along with her tank top and bra. He just stared at her magnificent breasts and admired their fullness. Pulling her body closer, he latched onto her breast causing her to moan.

Nibbling on her nipple he played with her other breast mimicking his mouth with his fingers. Kensi let out a loud moan causing her insides to flare up. She jerked forward and smashed her breast into his hungry mouth. His teeth poking into her breast caused her to jerk back and out of his grasp. The warm sensation to the area of his teething warmed her a bit. Sliding a bit back on his lap, she reached down and worked on loosening his belt and pants. 

" Tell me Sam, do you want to fuck me?" Kensi reached into his pants and pulled out his hard cock and was awed at its tremendous size. He nodded his head as she worked her hands around his cock. Her hands barely wrapped around its girth and she slowly worked her hands up and down his shaft. He licked his lips as her soft hands brought more pleasure to his cock. 

"Do you want to..." she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth, deep throating him for a few seconds before popping off it for air and with saliva and pre-cum trailing from his cock. "...feel my tight wet pussy?" once again he nodded. 

She resumed her sucking and was going crazy over his cock. Her head bobbed up and down his cock in swift movements along with her hand. His cock surging in her mouth and he let out a low groan as suction from her mouth was incredible. Coming up once again she stared at Sam a flare in her eyes. 

"So how do you want to fuck me?" She stood up and glared at Sam with pure lust. 

Sam stood up and locked in a kiss with her once again. Both moaned with the contact from one another. He guided her around the couch and broke their kiss. Reaching down he began to undo her jeans and then stopped and looked at her. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Sam I've sucked your cock already, of course I want to do this," nodded Kensi as Sam undid her jeans. 

Spinning her towards the camera, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her jeans and panties. Giving a quick yank her jeans and panties were at mid thigh and Sam bent her over. Kneeling, he began to use his tongue to eat her. Kensi moaned as his tongue ran along her lips. Liking the sweetness she was producing, he buried his tongue into her and Kensi arched her back. He rolled his tongue around inside of her, be sure to lubricate her thoroughly.

Her body shivered quite frantically as he hit her g-spot. Her toes dug hard into her shoes as he attacked it vigorously. She was lost in ecstasy as her orgasm built up. She gasped as he inserted a few fingers into her replacing his tongue. Still he resumed his assault on her g-spot. He quickly worked his finger back and forth over her g-spot causing her to lose control. Her grip tightened on the couch as she was brought to an earth shaking orgasm. 

"Ffffuckk! Oh my god Sam!" Kensi body rocked as her orgasm took over. 

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he resumed eating her out, taking in her sweet nectar. Slightly collapsing after her body breaking orgasm, she looked over her shoulder as Sam stood up. Her eyes flickered over his hard cock as he readied himself.

She bit her lip as fear of his massive sized cock was about to rip her in half. Without hesitation, he slowly began to insert his cock into her fragile pussy. Her face shot forward as pain began to spread from her pussy. His head was soon buried in and her pussy was stretched wide. Pleasure was slowly over powering the pain as he worked his cock back and forth, going deeper ever so slightly. Feeling she had enough time to adjust, Sam drew back till his head was in only and slammed forward.

A big oomph came from Kensi as she felt his entire member that barely fit in her. He drew back once again and slammed back into her, getting the same result as the first time. Sam's pace began to quicken and Kensis oomph's became moans of pleasure. Her eyes locked onto the camera not believing what she was doing. 

All thoughts of her and Deeks were out of her mind. Her thoughts clouded with desire to feel Sam's cock were being emphasized more and more with each thrust into her. Sam drew a hand back and gave her ass a big slap causing her to moan. He was going to town on her. Their bodies were infused with sweat. Kensis breast were all over the place as power from Sam's fucking gave them no time to lay still.

"Come on big boy, fuck my pussy. Oh, yes baby, fuck me harder," Sam encourage by her words fucked her as hard as he could.

His massive member was becoming overwhelmed and Kensi's body was feeding onto her second orgasm. Both hearts were racing and their breathing uncontrollable. Kensi was panting, on the break of her orgasm. Their fuck was indeed quite powerful. The sound of wet flesh slapping against one another echoed through the set. Sam grabbed harder onto her hips and with a few short long bursts he disengaged his cock from her.

Kensi was hunched over the couch trying to catch her breath as she could hear the sound of his hand jerking his cock. She looked over she shoulder and look of her face shown concern of the sudden disengage. 

"Why did you take it out? I was on the urge of cumming again," he had ceased jerking off and was choking the end of shaft.

"Kensi, Mr. Amateur '98 was given to me for fucking a girl longer than that" He stepped back and sat down on a kitchen chair. 

Kensi took one last deep breath and stood up. Her gleaming body of goddess entertained Sam some more. Pushing some the wet strands of hair out of her face, she closed the gap between them and stood over his lap. 

Placing her hands on his shoulders she lowered her self onto his cock and gasped. With his cock just barely fitting in her, she began to gyrate her hips up and down. She peered over her shoulder with her mouth agape as his as her ass shimmed up and down. 

"That's right girl, ride that disco stick," Kensi smiled as she began to bounce up and down on his cock harder. 

His body felt on fire with his cock in her. She worked on his cock like a jackhammer showing signs of pleasure. Her hair was flying ever where as well as her breasts. Sam pulled her closer to him and sucked on her nipples enraging her pleasure more. 

"Oooo, thats it suck my tits....OH god!" moaned a Kensi as he nibbled on her nipples a bit. 

His hands grasped her hips and forced her harder down on his cock. Her eyes shot open as forced his entire length into her with each thrust down. Hooking a hand behind his head, she gazed at him as she rode him like a rodeo, bucking all over the place on his cock. 

Sam bit his lip as her pussy worked his cock like a joystick. He couldn't believe how much of sex demon she was. Deeks was sure in for a ride once he got passed her hard shell exterior. Grasping her by her ass, he stood up holding her on him. 

Spinning around he placed her down on the table and climbed up on to it, while keeping his cock in her. Getting in a comfortable position, he began to drive his cock in and out of her. She arched her back as he pounded away at her. Her mind had been completely blown by this experience. 

She gritted her teeth as he increased his power strokes into her. She playfully massaged her tits to keep them from smacking her in the face. Pulling her nipples out, she moaned some more as her body was riddled with pleasure. Her breathing at a pant as each thrust from Sam forced what ever air she had, out of her. 

In the mix of his fucking, he leaded down and locked into a kiss with her. She felt unease kissing him, but her sex side took it in act of passion. The table rocked back and forth as their fucking made it unstable.

Rolling them over, Sam returned Kensi to the top and instead of allowing her to regain her conscious to ride him, he began to pump his pelvis up and down. She hunched over as his jackhammer moves pushed her closer to an orgasm. His swift moves feed her more pleasure then she had in a long time. With each breath that she took in, her body excitement was turned up. Her mind was completely mush from this fucking. Finally able to get her self adjusted, she began to meet his upward thrusts adding more impact to his fucking.

Her hand clawed at his chest as the new intensity was quite unbearable, but Sam sensed her oncoming orgasm. 

He did one incredible thrust and forced her to fly off his cock and land next to him. Her eyes showed shock at the force he just expressed. Getting off the table he chocked his cock some more and stared at her. 

"How would you feel about me fucking that tight ass of yours?" Her eyes widen more at that suggestion and no response was needed as she climbed off the table and looked around for a place to do it. 

Sam pointed at the couch and she walked over to a little uneasy as her legs felt like jello. Getting on the couch, she stood on her hands and knees dragged a hand under her and stuck it into her pussy. Coating her finger in her sweet juice, she rubbed along the rim of her ass and felt Sam's peering eyes on her. 

He walked up to behind the couch leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips. Reaching down, he took hold of her hips and swung her rear towards him and propped her knees up on the back of the couch. Forcing her legs to fold, he knelled down and spread her ass checks apart. Placing his tongue against ass, he flicked it around the perimeter of her hole and forced his tongue in a little. 

Kensi moaned as his tongue and finger worked her rear. She'd done anal once in training with a superior officer, but he was white and didn't match up with Sam's size. Sam reached over to side table and grabbed a lubrication bottle and aimed it at her ass. Smearing it all over and in her ass he took hold of his cock and aimed for ass. 

Placing it at the entrance he shoved his cock as far as possible into her. Her eyes and mouth shot open as his cock stretched her ass. Her hands clutched the couch cushioning and she stood up in a ready stance for a push up. Drawing back, he thrust forward once again with her gasping.

He slowly began to fuck her ass and her gasps morphed into moans of pleasure. Sam bit his lip hard as her ass muscles gripped his cock harder. At first it felt like her ass wouldn't adjust to his size, but once he had his rhythm in going her ass's death grip loosened up. Her face was buried in the cushioning of the couch as he continued his onslaught on her ass. 

Despite her ass loosening up a bit, the grip was still working his cock good. His balls were aching to release a two year hold up. His enlarged balls smacked roughly against her pussy and she winced with each smack. Her arm was tucked beneath her body as her hand worked her pussy. 

Their bodies were drenched in sweat from this escapade. Both felt the urge to cum. The intensity increased as he began to slam harder into her ass. She began shaking her ass up and down his shaft adding more to the situation. Sam knew he was close to cumming. 

Pulling out of her ass with a pop, he went around the couch and met Kensi who was on the floor mouth open and fingering her pussy. Sam forced his cock into her mouthy and fucked her fact till he erupted down her throat.

Both moaned as they let loose. Their orgasms causing both to become weak, Kensi had slipped back off his cock causing a few strands of cum to splatter across her face. Both gasping for what air they could get, they seem to rest a bit until the sound of footsteps caused them to shoot up. 

Quickly, Kensi raced around the set, grabbing her tops and pulling up her bottoms. Sam straightened himself up and with quick thought scrambled to the table. He pretended he was reaching beneath the couch and Calvin walked in. 

"Hey what were you guys doing for the past 15 minutes?"

"Sorry G, we had accidentally taken our ear wigs out and couldn't find them...oh wait here they are, Kensi." Kensi came walking out from behind the set. 

"My god, if we lost those, I think Heidi would of tore us a new hole," Callen looked at her oddly as she looked in distress as well Sam. "Come on, you know how she is on the equipment we use, we break it or lose it and we pay for it," Callen sort of chuckled and they dispersed. Sam made sure to grab the laptop on their way out.

Meanwhile back at, NCIS headquarters, Eric and Nell both stood motionless at what they just heard. There was a slight arousal from the two of them. They exchanged looks tension slightly increasing as they eyed up one another.

"So, that was quite intriguing," said Eric, breaking the silence. 

"Yeah, never thought sex would be so arousing," said Nell doing a slanted smile. 

Eric looked at her shocked at her statement. His other head was slowly guiding him to his next action. He pondered a bit and took a breath.

"Well, if you want, we could you know?" He gestured towards her to finish the sentence. 

"Eric do you really think I'd attempt such an act with Heidi just down stairs?" Nell began to walk out of the room, with Eric hypnotized by the sway of her hips. 

"That's not a no for another place and time right?" Nell sort of stop halfway through the door and smiled a seductive smile at his comment.

At the hangout Violet and George were in separate interrogation rooms. Sam, Callen, McGee, Kensi and Ziva were in the observation room monitoring the two. Kensi and Sam were carefully avoiding one another stares. Callen was suspicious and turned towards Sam.

"So, Sam the Amateur, right?" asked Callen.

"Yes, it was a gig I had back in late nineties and early two-thousands."

"Well, when were you planning on informing us on your little career?"

"It wasn't a career. It was merely a job to get me through college."

"Ah, but didn't you use the Navy to pay for your college?"

"Yes G., but I need extra dough for some of my extra stuff, which wasn't in the Navies plan."

"Interesting, do you miss it?"

"G. Drop it; let's get on with the interrogation."

"Alright, McGee and Ziva do you want to take point on the two suspects?"

"Sure, I'll take George and McGee can take Violet," said Ziva walking towards George's room.

"Are you sure you don't want Sam or I to interview George?" asked Callen.

"Trust me she can handle him," said McGee and Callen just nodded.

Walking into the interrogation room, Ziva casually took a seat in front of George, who looked to be sweating quite a bit. She just stared at him and evidence of strain was visible in his face. She slowly ran her hands up and down her arms, showing sign of pleasure from the rubbing of her skin. 

"Kensi could you come in here please?" asked Ziva quite seductively. 




NCIS Ch. 03



George watched as Kensi entered the room and he showed more strain than before. He flexed his muscles quite a bit, fighting some kind of urge, exactly what Ziva could figure out. Kensi sat in a chair next to Ziva and noticed the symptoms George was expressing.

"Kensi could you reveal some more skin for George here," said Ziva and Kensi agreed.

She unbutton her plaid shirt a little and the tops of her breast that poked out of her tank-top causing George to panic some more. His body trembling as he goggled Kensis rack. She felt a little excited from his staring, but kept it cool.

"So George, by the look of your face, you look a little pestered; am I wrong?" asked Ziva, but she got no response. "I'm guessing you use other things to get your "momentum" up," Kensi was confused by Zivas comment, but figured it out once she saw something poking just a little up from the table. 

"Yes, usually it takes an ejaculation or two to get it to go away, which I haven't been able to do quite yet," said George starring at his tented shorts.

"Well then if you can answer some of our questions, we can grant you relief," he nodded as Ziva straighten herself up. "Okay, so did you kill Mr. Jefferson, Mrs. Jefferson and Ms. Dawson?" asked Ziva, as she spread out some photos of each and George showed a sad face.

"Yes, but I didn't kill Mr. Jefferson."

"Well then, who did then?"

"Violet killed Mr. Jefferson. She had grabbed a bat and hit him with it. She asked me to, but I refused so she slapped my face. Took a swing and *knock* he was on the ground."

"That must have been the easiest interrogation I've ever constructed," said Ziva recollecting the photos.

"Hey what about my relief?" asked George indicating his tent.

"Kensi could you uncuff one of his hands to allow himself some relief," Ziva walked out of the room and was soon followed by Kensi. They walked out into the observation room and were greeted by shocked faces. 

"Wow, who would have thought male enhancement would be an excellent torture technique," said Callen as he switched the video feed from George's masturbating to Violet who showed no signs of discomfort.

McGee entered Violets room and sat down. He flipped open the file and examined it. Pulling out the photos of the victims, he placed them out in front of Violet who looked undisturbed. He looked up and noticed her neck had several necklaces on her neck.

"Could you please remove your necklaces ma'am," she rolled her eyes and undid each necklace and pulled them out and placed them on the table. 

McGee slid on a pair of latex gloves and picked them up. Each had a dog tag hanging from them. One was Staff Sergeant Tyler Jefferson and the other was Vivian Jefferson. He placed the necklaces against the photo of each and matched the jagged edge pattern on their necks. 

"So do you have any confessions that you like to confess?" asked McGee. 

"Yeah, I do. I killed my parents and that bitch."

"What for? If you don't mind me asking?"

"It was ridiculous; my dad was fucking some skank from the city. The worse part it was in my own room and on top of that my mother knew it. Apparently to her; they were in an open relationship". I was disgusted by her and my father. George and I traveled out to D.C. where I followed his skank for a few days. Found out she was seeing some schmuck. I'll tell you once you work in adult industry; you know how to frame people," she leaned on the table. 

"We cut off the taxi cab. In exchange of money, we got the schmucks finger print. In attempt to cover up our killing; we used a latex finger print of his and used my softball bat to whack my dad. Then I took some extra swings at that whore of a bitch in my bedroom. She never saw it coming. I beat her to blood pulp until George pulled me off her lifeless body. Then there was the phone call and message left by my mother. She was in Las Vegas, so George and I took a trip there."

"George abducted her and took her to some alleyway where he got rid of her with some baseball bat he found. Hit her and threw the bat in some metal recycler plant. Made it look like she was mugged, but I made a mistake by posing as the maid to clean the room and left the damn The Do Not Disturb sign on the door. I saw you and luckily got away, but now I'm here and I wonder; how did you get me?" She looked at him per curiously.

"Camera in the elevator caught you changing out of the maid suite and to narrow down preciously, your roughness with George at your house caused the pheromone paper that was attached to George to fall as well as the struggled between your mother and George which ended with the pheromone and DNA from George to be left in her finger nails. By the way, do you have any regrets?"

"Those two and that bitch deserved," she snapped at McGee who backed away and out of the interrogation room. 

"Wow that was quite easy," said Kensi. 

"No it was a crime of passion. Her parents were quite broken up as is, two to one Mrs. Jefferson was merely trying to find a way out in Vegas," said Callen as McGee rejoined them. 

"Till death do us part, I guess this was the only way the daughter thought would bring happiness," said Sam. 

"Well, I guess this wraps up your investigation Agent David and Agent McGee,"

"Yeah indeed it does, but its shame this crime was more or less a child taking charge and dealing with the family problem. Now we need to get back to D.C. We have a fellow agent to bring peace to," McGee stuck his hand out. 

"Good working with you McGee and Ziva," said Callen as he shook their hands. 

"Indeed, hopefully we can work together in the future again," McGee shook hands with others as well.

"Have a safe flight," called out Kensi as they left. 

The flight back to NCIS D.C. headquarters was a quiet one. Ziva and McGee had kept to them self's the entire flight. Unfortunately their flight back was just a regular flight, no special rooms or such. When the flight landed, they easily got off and gathered their bags. Waiting outside was Abby and Gibbs. 

"Welcome back Agent McGee and Agent Ziva," said Gibbs. 

"Tim, Ziva I missed you!" shrieked Abby as she hugged both of them. 

"Great to see you too, Abby," said McGee as he and Ziva were crushed in a hug by her.

"So did you guys figure out if Tony is clear or not?"

"Yes, it seems the daughter killed them because of the rough marriage her father and mother were having. That rice paper was the key to precisely finding her and her partner," said McGee. 

"Oh my god, I can't wait to tell Tony."

"Abby, I think I should break the news to Tony, I feel that it would be better have me do it since I arrested him." Abby nodded. 

Tony was brought into the interrogation room and sat down in the chair by another agent. He struggled to see around in the room since it was poorly lit for some odd reason. He placed his hands on the table and gazed around the room when Zivas appear in front of him. He dragged his view back and jumped as he was stunned by the sudden appearance of Ziva. 

"Jesus Batman what's up with the seriousness of stealth?" said Tony sitting back. 

"Oh nothing, just wanted to catch you off guard."

"Well you got what you wished for."

"Now tell me, how did it feel?"

"How did what feel? Are you talking about the murders, than no I didn't convict them."

"Stubborn aren't you or dumb?"

"No, Ziva. I'm just innocent, that's all."

"You're clearly an imbecile. How did it feel?" asked Ziva as a foot rubbed his crotch. 

"Oh how did it feel? How could I have misunderstood," Tony felt shocked from the touch and grunted a little as the foot action dispersed. 

"Though maybe I should ask, if my ass is ripe enough for you?" Ziva stood up and leaving her back side in the light only gave a tease look of her skin tight shorts.

"Ooo, shorts now that's a different you and yes your ass is ripe enough for me," He fought the urge to reach for it. 

She disappeared into the darkness once again. Tony looked around and smelled the sweet aroma of the serenity perfume she wore. Facing his head forward he felt a hand caress his shoulder and slowly lead into a massage as well as another hand. 

His dick was already responding to the feeling of his body. He moaned as she ran her hands across his chest and felt the strands of hair brush across his check as she moved around him. Straddling his lap, she faced him and smiled.

"Tell me, when we were in the ambulance yesterday, did you want me?"

"Are you serious? That has to be the worst question you could ask a man."

"What are you, scared of what your answer could result in?"

"No, just that we're traveling dangerously into the territory of rule number twelve." Zivas ass slowly began to grind into him.

"Well in my defense I'm only following rule number eighteen."

"How would seeking forgiveness bypass do not date a coworker?"

"Well this isn't necessary a date, but me giving you pleasure in return for me arresting of you," she smiled as she felt his hardening member press against her grinding crotch. 

Tony was slowly losing it. The way she pressed against his hard cock was becoming too much for his head to think right. Her cunning eyes stared deep into his and he just seemed to collapse. He forcibly began to kiss her and her moans of approval drove him on. His hands rubbing her back, his tongue battled with hers as he felt so much for her. 

Her continuing grinding motion was giving him more strength. He began to kiss his way to her neck and began to suck on it. Ziva moaned of approval liking the feeling of his tongue on her bare skin. Her eyes flickered as he nibbled on her ear a little. Returning back to her lips, he hoisted her and sat her on the table as he passionately kissed her. His kissing drifted once again down to her neck.

Coming down to the rim of her shirt, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head revealing her small breast encased in a blue lace bra. Unhooking it from the front he let it drop, revealing her elegant breasts and her stiff nipples. Latching onto her nipples he vigorously sucked on them causing Ziva to squirm in his hold. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him into her more and moaned as he pulled her nipple out a bit with his teeth and released it.

"Oh you Americans sure know how to give a woman a proper pleasure," moaned Ziva as Tony took her other nipple into his mouth.

He couldn't believe how hard her nipples were and tweaked the other with his hand. As he kissed down her stomach he stuck his tongue into her belly button and sent Ziva into a mad moan fest as it proved to be her pleasure spot. 

"Oh my god. Tony, that feels so good" groaned Ziva and Tony seemed a little confused by her sudden outburst. 

He continued on tonguing her belly button and she already showed signs of sweat as she moaned more from his assault. Tony proceeded with his adventure and undid her shorts. Her sweet aroma escaped and captivated Tony. Hooking his fingers under waist band, he pulled down both her shorts and matching panties. Discarding her clothes over to the side, Tony grabbed one of her legs and marveled at its firmness. 

Placing a kiss on her inner thigh, he began to repeatedly kiss his way up her leg and around her pussy. Taking a finger he traced circles around her lips and Ziva could only oooo at the touch. Biting her lip she watched as he edged closer to her clit. Stretching her lips out, he playfully flicked them causing her to spasm a little. Smiling up at her, he carefully inserted his finger watching her quiver. 

Going knuckle deep he wiggled it around a little causing her to tilt her head back. He drew his finger back slowly and held just a tip in her. He proceeded to enter her slowly once again and Ziva had brought her head forward to watch him and without notice two other fingers joined his other and began to fuck her hard. 

"Oh god yes Tony, finger fuck me. That's it. Make my fucking pussy nice and wet. OOOoooo, fuck!" moaned Ziva as her body rocked back and forth on the table. 

All he could do is smile as his partner took the torture. He ceased his motion and withdrew his fingers. She groaned, staring at him in disbelief. He gave her a wicked smile as she squirmed for his retreating hand. Lowering his head, he began to eat her out. Her body stiffened as his tongue worked the inside of her love canal. 

She laid back and arched her back as her body was rocked by intense waves of pleasure. She grasped her nipples between her fingers, pulling hard on them for pleasure for her impending orgasm. A few flicks of his tongue tapped her g-spot causing her to spasm. 

"Jesus Tony! Oh god I'm about to cum, that's it right there!" Ziva pushed Tony's face harder into her pussy as she reached the breaking point. 

Within seconds Zivas body shivered ferociously as her orgasm exploded. Tony sucked up her flowing juices until her orgasm subsided. He rose up and stared at the quivering Ziva. 

"Who would have thought that the Ziva would break a sweat." Tony leaned down and embraced her in kiss sharing her sweet nectar with her. She moaned of approval as his tongue fed her. Their bodies pressed against one another. Ziva pushed Tony off her and stood to face him. 

"I think it's unfair for me to allow you to view my body without a courtesy," she stepped forward and pushed off his dress coat. 

Unbuttoning his shirt she pushed it off him and ran her hands roamed his body. Stepping closer, she began to kiss his neck. Slowly she kissed her way down his body till she was on her knees and facing an obviously bulge in his pants. Unbuttoning and unbuckling his pants, she yanked them down and gazed at his tenting boxers. Pulling down his boxers, she bobbed her head back as his member jumped out at her.

"I forgot what it looked like, so big, so long and so appealing," she grasped it in her hand and began to pump her hand up and down his shaft. 

He groaned as she spat on it giving lubrication for her hand. She watched as his facial expression changed to sudden change in speed of her motion. His cock pulsed as her mouth engulfed his member. His head tilted back and he groaned more as she began to blow him. Her mouth worked in unison with her hand, going up and down his shaft in swift movements. 

She hungrily bobbed her head up and down, enjoying the full length of his cock. Popping his cock out of her mouth, she pushed it against him and sucked on his balls. Fitting both in her mouth, she pumped his cock harder with her hand. Happy with her coating of his balls, she returned to blowing him. Tony took the initial to grab on the back of her head and force her down on his cock. 

He held her down on his cock for several seconds as she squirmed. Releasing her, she came off his cock gasping and flushed cheeks with a mixture of saliva and cum dripping from her mouth and onto her breast. Allowing her a few gaps of air, he forced her onto his cock again and grabbing both sides of her head, began to face fuck. Ziva was overwhelmed as he vigorously fucked her face and pushed his cock deep into her throat. 

Pushing his cock out of her mouth she sat there gasping for air. She stood up and pushed him into the chair. Tony stared at her as her glimmer body closed the gap between them. Standing over him, she lowered her self and bit her lip as he entered her. Tony moaned as she sunk down. Bottoming out, she sat there for a minute allowing here pussy to adjust to the girth of his cock. 

"Are you ready?" whispered Ziva. 

"More than ever, get it on cowgirl," slapping her ass she chirped and gave him a glare. 

Grasping the back of his chair, she began to rock her hips back and forth causing both them moan. Slow and steady she fucked him. Not a peep between, but the sound of their sex. Tony was lost in words from the slow sex. 

"So is this how you interrogation goes; nice and steady?" Her eyes flickered and halted her motion. 

"No Tony, I usually do this." Tony moaned as her walls began to vibrate quite violently. 

Her pussy walls worked his cock like no other pussy did to Tony. She lifted her chin and jammed his entire length into her causing him to huff. Drawing back she jacked herself forward again sending her hair forward along with them and the chair towards the wall with a bang. 

"Wow. My Super Ex-girlfriend," said Tony 

"What?"

"You know "My Super Ex-Girlfriend", G-girl, played by Uma Thurman, has sex with Matt Saunders, Luke Wilson, and in result her first thrust had the bed slam hard against the wall."

"Did you really just reference a movie while having sex?" Ziva looked at him peeved. 

"I believe I did." He waited for the next move, afraid of what could happen next. 

"Then I guess I better do it better than a movie scene." Ziva began to do long strokes with her hips, getting his cock to move within her. 

Satisfied that he was moving quite smoothly in her, she increased the pace and moaned as his hard cock filled her more. Repeatedly she jammed his cock in and began to bounce on his cock. Her hair was flopping all over the place while some stuck to her face. Her body glistened in the overhead light faintly. She embraced Tony in a kiss once again moaning some more with him. 

Tony stood up while holding onto Ziva and steadied himself by he bending his knees a little. Ziva wrapped her arms as he began to bounce her on his cock. She gasp at the situation and titled her head back as he bounced her faster. She never fucked in this position. Her eyes glistened as his cock pleasured her. As he bounced her up and down on his cock, he walked them towards the table.

He placed her on the table and she looked at him as he gave her his trademark smile. Placing his hands on both side of her, he steadied himself and slowly began to fuck her. The angle was just perfect and caused Ziva to arch her back. Feeling confident enough he began to increase his momentum. She moaned as he hammered into her.

Standing on tip toes he tried to get better leverage. He had bent over in the process and she pulled him into another kiss resulting in few long deep thrusts into her pussy. She arched her back as far as she could which resulted in an exotic view of her out stretched nipples and the sweaty body of Ziva.

Pulling out of her after a few long deep thrust, he turned her over. Sliding her towards him till her feet hit the ground; he kept her pinned to the table as he reentered her in a deep long thrust once again, she moaned. Grabbing firmly onto her hips, he continued his assault and began to drill her. 

"Fuck!" Zivas body rocked back forth. Her eyes full of lust as she stared at him through the one way window. 

"Fuck damn it! You're so fucking tight!" said Tony as he slammed harder into her to fight a sudden increased pressure from her pussy walls.

Both were lost in their own worlds as the intensity of their fucking drew them closer to orgasm. Their bodies drenched in sweat from the work out. Her body lay on the table know unable to hold up her riddle body. Her nipples rolled on the table's surface causing more pleasure to her.

Tony had repeatedly thrusted into her pussy and slapped her ass causing a loud moan of approval from her. Grabbing a hand full of hair, he pulled her back a bit and felt a slight increase of space as he fucked her. She had flexed enough to embrace him in another kiss which was hard to do as he did some violent thrusts into her.

Soon enough Tony had begun to feel his balls churning. Her body ached for a final release. Placing her hands back on the table, she began to meet his thrust each time by pushing back against him. Edging closer to their orgasms, both moaned quite a lot and Tony did a last ditch effort and put as much effort into a final rampage.

Zivas eyes flickered as his sudden brute force seemed to drive her over the edge. With one final thrust both erupted, their orgasms consuming their bodies. Mindlessly they kept a gentle fuck as they came down slowly from the high their orgasms provided.




NCIS Ch. 03



"I must say, that was quite a thrill," said Tony pulling out of Ziva and taking a seat back in the chair. 

"Yes and I do hope you accept my apology," she stood up and turned to face Tony. 

"Well I'll have to think about it."

"Ah you have to think about it." she dropped to her knees and took his deflating cock into her mouth and sucked on it for a minute, cleaning it. "So tell me, do you accept it now?" she grasped his cock and began to work it back to life. 

He stared at her as her swift movement had his cock at full sail. He tried to fight her as she twisted and jerked his cock off fast. It was unbelievable as her hands worked harder on him. She began to blow him again. Tony's head tilted back as he felt a quick orgasm rising. She took his cock out of her mouth and resumed jacking him off. 

"So are you going to accept it?" her hands worked his cock like a joystick.

"Oh god Ziva....fuck!" His cock erupted and Ziva placed her mouth over his cock and drank his spewing spunk. He spasmed for a few seconds as his cock pulses in pain from the sudden second orgasm. 

"So are you going to answer my question?"

"Okay I accept your apology, Ziva," She smiled at him. 

Both went about gathering their clothes and they seemed to hang around one another as they got dressed. Once full dressed, they stepped to one another and embrace each other in a kiss. They stepped back and held their lips. Not wanting to exchange another word or possible a kiss, they exited the room.

Outside stood Gibbs; who sipped peacefully from his coffee. Ziva and Tony stopped like deer caught in head lights. Gibbs stepped towards them and gazed at each of them; the aroma of sex attacked his senses. 

"Rule number twelve Agent DiNozzo and David, number twelve," said Gibbs taking a sip from his coffee.

"Well in our defense we were only following rule number eighteen."

"Your point is?" Gibbs stared down the Israel agent.

"I felt that my rough interrogation was in need of forgiveness and this seemed to level it out," said Ziva.

"You do realize that this could have jeopardized your job right?" asked Gibbs.

"Well boss, I do apologize for our adultery act, especially for it being in interrogation," Tony was trying to end this quick. 

"Listen I know what you two have been up to for the past year or so," his eyes wonder from one to another. "It may be against my rule, but rule forty-nine; always go for what you need accomplished," with that he walked off finishing his coffee and dumping it in a trashcan. 

"Did he just do what I think he just did?" asked Ziva. 

"I think he just gave permission to break rule twelve." Tony looked at Ziva who smiled and walked off giving her hips an extra sway causing Tony to groan. 

-4 months later-

Tony sat at his desk going through some paperwork from a recent closed case, Gibbs was off with the director attending a meeting between NCIS and the FBI and McGee was down in the lab with Abby. The elevator dinged as it arrived to their floor. Out stepped Ziva and in an unusual pace.

Tony was torn from his computer as he was distracted by Ziva, who darted past the cubical. Tony raised an eye as she disappeared into the bathroom. Returning to his write up of the previous case that the had been working on. Ziva came out of the bathroom clenching her stomach. 

"Hey Ziva, you feeling alright?" asked Tony. 

"Ah...Yeah I woke up today and got a little sick, but I'm okay," she sat down and proceeded to work on her paper work as Tony looked confused. 

Meanwhile down in the lab, Abby and McGee were doing some maintenance on the machines. It had become a little humid in the lab, so Abby had discarded her lab coat. McGee had returned to the evidence table and notice Abby's appearance seemed different since he had seen her without a lab coat since their little get together. 

"Abby, you seem different," said McGee. 

"What do you mean McGee?" asked Abby putting down a tooth brush and running her hands over her body and getting slight arousal from her breast. 

"Well for one, your breasts appear to be slightly bigger and you look like you have a gained weight, no offense," she didn't look offended, but more relieved. 

"I was wondering when someone was going to notice, I had been so hard at work to hide it."

"Hide what?"

"That I'm pregnant," he froze from her comment.

"Wow, how long?"

"About four months."

"Wait does that mean?" He pointed at him self andAbby nodded. "Oh god Abby, I can't believe it!" McGee embraced her in a hug. 

Back up with Ziva and Tony, he two headed into the elevator. As the door closed, Tony hit the emergency stop button. Ziva knew it was unavoidable and stared at him.

"So what's up?" asked Tony looking at her. 

"Nothing is wrong," said Ziva looking away. 

"Bullshit! What the hell is going on with you?" he slammed his fist against the elevator wall. 

"Don't be so aggressive, you Americans are so overwhelming some times." 

"

Listen Ziva you've been avoiding me for the past three months, what's going on?"

"I'm pregnant!" Tears ran down her check as she looked at him.

-To be continued?

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NCIS - Kate Exposed!



NCIS - Kate Exposed!

I, Leroy Gibbs, was running with Kate Todd after a suspect. She ran faster than I could and when she ran round a corner she was grabbed by the farmer who held her close and pointed his shotgun at me. 

"Stand back or I'll shoot," he cried, and then he walked backwards until he reached his truck. He quickly loosely tied Kate's hands to the rear bumper of his pick up truck, then got in it and started off. As he went along the bumpy farm track Kate twisted and turned behind him. Her slacks and white panties were torn off and left in the dust.

I came up panting and immediately pulled out my 9mm Glock and fired off multiple shots until the farmer stopped.He got out with his hands up.

"OK I give up, don't shot any more"

DiNozzo and McGee came up behind me and rushed to handcuff the man and read him his rights, but first they gawped at the naked white ass of Kate.

I cut the rope holding her with my boot knife and helped her up. I could not help staring at her neatly trimmed pubic bush and then as she turned round I saw her poor bum scratched and bleeding.

"Oh you poor girl, that looks really sore and hurting"

She replied quickly, "Get me my slacks, I'm exposed to the world" and she covered her fanny with her hands.

I ran back and picked up her trousers and panties and gave them to her. Kate put them on quickly and when she pulled them up over her ass she gave a cry of pain, "Ouch! That really hurts"

"I must get the dirt out of cuts, come with me to the farmhouse."

The door was open and we went into the living room.

"Stay here and I will go and get a bowl of water to wash your cuts of dirt"

I went to the kitchen and soon came back with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Kate in the meantime had taken off her panties and slacks and had bent herself over the side of a big sofa. I smiled when I saw her lovely white ass in full view. I deliberately refrained from saying anything that would alert Kate to my excitement. I knelt down behind her, and carefully washed her cheeks and cleaned the scratches. 

Her legs were apart and I could see her neat slit between her thighs - a perfect camel toe. My prick started to grow all by itself - totally unheeded and unwanted! I looked closer at her wonderful rosebud of an asshole. There were some bits of dirt or shirt clinging to the sides. I went to wash them off but instead I pushed my head forward and licked them off - I couldn't resist it.

"Is there dirt in there as well?"

"Just a little bit", I lied. " I'll go and see if I can find some antiseptic ointment to put on your scratches."

I took the bowl away and returned with a tube, which I found in the medicine chest. I stood behind her and carefully, lovingly, rubbed cream onto her ass cheeks. I rubbed some down her ass crack and on her ass hole. On doing this, I heard a small murmur of pleasure from Kate.

I could not resist her any longer, I opened my flies and pulled out my stiff prick and in one movement pushed it into her cunt. Kate gasped with surprise but did not object, I think she welcomed it. I carried on fucking her with vigour. 

Then Kate turned her head round and said "Pull out before you cum, I'm not on the pill!"

I carried on for two more strokes then pulled my cock out and I held it in my hand and pointed it at her wrinkled asshole. I gently pushed and it slid in on her cunt juices. It went in at least three inches then I pulled back and again thrust forward. I felt my spunk coming but the tightness of her sphincter stopped it from spouting, so I pulled out and it gave a big kick up like a revolver's recoil. My spunk sprayed over her ass and back.

"Wow", said Kate "That was a surprise, I never expected you to fuck me and no one has done it there before!"

"I'm sorry Kate but I could not resist the temptation. You are so beautiful, I have always suppressed my desires before and now I could not stop myself taking advantage of the situation."

Kate stood up and put her arms around me and kissed me on my lips.

"I have always thought you to be a sexy man and wanted to do it with you. I wanted you to force me to do it and you did. Thank you for saving me from DiNozzo's attentions. I could never have stood the teasing and humiliation. He is such a chauvinistic pig"

I bent down then and picked up her white panties and used them to wipe my spunk off her ass and back and then off the end of my tool.

"Can I keep these as a souvenir please?

"Yes, I think you deserve them."

I put them in my pocket and Kate pulled on her smart black pants. I drove her back with her siting on my coat as a cushion for her behind. 

When DiNozzo asked what had happened, I told him we had searched the house for clues. I took the panties home and after masturbating into them once or twice, I put them in a glass case and when I launched my boat, had them displayed on the wall.



NCIS Sasha's Return



Disclaimer. This story is a purely a work of fiction, neither actress has fought in real life, nor are they enemies, this is just a work of fiction.

*****

Sasha Alexander walks onto the set of NCIS, and she sees that filming is just finishing up, and she notices the woman who replaced her, Cote De Pablo, just walking out of the set. Sasha walks up to her. 

"I see they let any old trash on the show." Sasha says. Cote turns around and she glares at Sasha. 

"Actually, their standards have gone up, they won't let some old useless bitch actress on again." Cote replies. 

"You Bitch." Sasha says, and raises her hand to slap Cote. 

"Stop." both women hear. They turn, and they see their friend, Pauley Perette walking towards them. 

"Don't try and stop me Pauley, I'm gonna teach this little bitch a fucking lesson." Sasha says. 

"I'll be the one teaching you slut." Cote replies, and the two rivals glare at each other. 

"I'm not going to stop you two from fighting if that's really what you want, but you can't fight here, it would draw too much attention." Pauley says. 

"Where do you suggest we fight then?" Cote asks. Pauley hands Cote a key. 

"I have a cabin in the woods that I use to solve my disputes with friends." Pauley replies. 

"We might get pretty violent Pauley, and I don't want to break your stuff." Sasha says. 

"Don't worry, when my friends and I settle differences, we break a lot of stuff, if you two break anything, I'll just replace it." Pauley replies. 

"Thanks Pauley, I appreciate it." Sasha says. 

"Let's see how much you appreciate it when I'm through with you bitch" Cote replies. Sasha and Cote glare hatefully at each other. 

"Get out of here you two, before you draw a crowd." Pauley says. Sasha and Cote look around, and they notice some of the male members of the crew, and even some of the women looking in their direction in curious fascination. Pauley gives them directions to the cabin, listening to their friend, Sasha and Cote walk away and get in their cars, and they pull out of the NCIS set, and drive towards the cabin. They arrive after a 2 hour drive. They get out of their cars, and walk to the front door. Sasha slides the key into the lock, and turns it, the door unlocks with a click. Sasha opens the door, and she walks in, followed by Cote. Sasha swings the door closed, and as soon as it clicks shut, she turns, and she and Cote push their hands together and curl their fingers to tighten their grip and raise their arms over their head as they push their chests together. They continue this stand off for a few minutes. Sasha takes back one of her hands, and she grabs onto Cote's hair, and she begins pulling hard, and Cote cries out in pain. 

Cote also grabs Sasha's hair, and she pulls hard as well, also causing Sasha to cry out in pain as well. They release their grips on each other's curled hands, and Cote slaps Sasha hard, sending her tumbling to the floor, and as she still has a grip on Cote's hair, she takes Cote down with her, and both Cote and Sasha grunt as they hit the wooden cabin floor. Sasha rolls on top of Cote and tries to rip her shirt off, but Cote rolls them over and does the same to Sasha, and ends up ripping open Sasha's top, exposing her black lace bra barely containing her impressive tits. Sasha rolls them over and she furiously rips open Cote's top, revealing Cote's small but firm tits encased in a red silk bra.. Cote and Sasha reluctantly let go of each other, and they get up, carefully watching each other, watching for any aggressive moves. Sasha removes the remains of her shirt, and she drops it to the wooden floor, and Cote does the same. Sasha goes one step further, and she removes her bra, and throws it over her head, where it lands on a lamp. 

"What the fuck are you doing you slut?" Cote asks in confusion and anger. 

"This is my favorite bra bitch, I don't want it getting ruined, and if I were you bitch, I'd do the same." Sasha replies. 

"Fine, I'm gonna kick your ass bitch." Cote replies, as she removes her bra, revealing her firm breasts. Cote drops the bra on the floor. Sasha and Cote grab each other by the hair once again, bringing their sweaty breasts slapping together with a wet slap, and both angry actresses stumble around the room, both trying to take the other to the floor. The girls smack into a bookshelf, sending the shelf and all the books it holds to the floor with a crash. The two furious actresses slam into the wall, and slide down, Sasha rips Cote's pants down and pulls her panties down to her ankle, and Cote slaps Sasha and she does the same. Both women push the other away roughly, and they lean on opposite walls, breathing hard. Sasha steps out of her skirt which is around her ankles, and lets her underwear slide the rest of the way off. Cote steps out of her pants, which are also at her ankles, and also lets her underwear fall to the floor. 

"Let's finish this in the bedroom slut." Sasha says. 

"Fine by me bitch." Cote replies. 

The two women walk over to the bedroom door, and Sasha steps through first, followed by Cote. Cote closes the door, and Sasha turns to face her. Cote pushes Sasha onto the bed, and Sasha is lying there dazed. Seeing Sasha laying naked on the bed stirs up feelings within Cote, and her pussy grows warm. Cote jumps on Sasha and she begins to grind her pussy into Sasha's. Sasha clears her head, and sees what Cote is doing, and she begins to feel turned on. 

"Fucking slut, you want a sex fight, I'll give you a fucking sex fight." Sasha asks, as she roughly rolls them over and grinds her pussy hard into Cote, making both women moan in pleasure. Cote reaches with her hand, and she slides a finger into Sasha's pussy, and she begins to finger Sasha. Sasha lets out a loud moan of pleasure, and since this is their first erotic intimate moment with another woman, Sasha cries out as she orgasms, her cum splattering Cote's thighs. Cote pushes Sasha off of her, and she smirks. 

"Well, look who won, and since you lost bitch, you do anything sexual I want, or I'll tell the whole world about this." Cote gloats in a proud voice. 

"Fine, I'll do what you want me to do." Sasha replies in a small and defeated voice. 

"Lick my pussy until I cum bitch" Cote commands. Sasha leans her head towards Cote's pussy, and she sticks out her tongue, and she begins lapping away at Cote's wet pussy. Cote moans, and she buries her hands in Sasha's hair and pushes Sasha's head deeper into her pussy. Sasha`s tongue flicks into Cote`s clit, and Cote feels a buildup deep in her stomach, and she lets out a loud screaming moan as she cums all over Sasha's face. Cote's orgasm lasts 20 seconds, and when it's over she lets go of Sasha's head. Sasha looks up and Cote sees her cum covering Sasha's face. Sasha goes to wipe her face on the quilt of the bed, as Cote smirks with glee. 

"How was that bitch, taste good?" Cote asks. Sasha looks up, and Cote sees Sasha's eyes filling with tears, which fills her with joy. 

"I hate you bitch." Sasha says in a choked sob. 

"I'll leave you to clean up bitch, enjoy, and if you ever want a rematch, you know where to find me slut." Cote opens a drawer, and she grabs a sweater from the dresser, walks out of the bedroom, and picks up her underwear and pants gets dressed, and she leaves Sasha sobbing on the bedroom floor.

The End?



NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 01



Special Agent Ziva David squinted hard at Tony; she scrunched her nose then asked him: "What on earth does he have against animals? This is outrageous---I'm going to confront McGee—"

"Confront me about what, Ziva?" SA Tim McGee asked as he suddenly appeared beside Tony.

"McGee—why are you abusing small animals? I would have never guessed this of you!" said Ziva, standing so close to Agent McGee her ample bosom brushed his arm.

McGee, well aware of Ziva's soft breasts pressing against him stuttered, "W-What are you talking about? I've never hurt a living creature in my life! Who accused me of this?"

As if he didn't know. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Tony's smirking face.

Ziva continued: "How could you hit a defenseless chimpanzee?"

None of this made any sense. McGee took a deep breath.

"Ziva, what did Tony tell you?" he asked, dreading whatever answer she would give him. There was no way to know what nonsense Tony had told her.

"You obviously have a serious problem, McGee...two nights ago you choked your chicken until you fell asleep—I for one, had no idea you even had pets---then last night, Tony said you were slapping your monkey all night...how long have you been abusing the little guy?"

McGee's face reddened as Tony laughed out loud. 

Suddenly, Gibbs, walking by them in full stride said, "Ever since he discovered how to make 'the little guy' spit, Ziva...grab your gear – we have a dead Petty Officer in Georgetown...let's go, McGee – this is no time for a circle-jerk."

"Tony, I'm going to kill you!" McGee said glaring at DiNozzo.

"Not now, McWanker, we're riding with the boss...you can sit in the back with Ziva – maybe she'll pet your lizard on the way," said Tony.

Ziva stared at McGee with astonishment and asked, "You own a lizard, too?"

:SHOTGUN!" shouted Tony.

"You can't call shotgun in here," protested McGee.

"Already did, monkey-boy!" shouted a triumphant DiNozzo.

The three Special Agents had learned long ago to not pay too close attention to Gibbs driving if they didn't want to get frightened out of their minds. Each agent had a special way of coping with the ride to a crime scene.

"You know, boss," SA DiNozzo began: "A Petty Officer in Georgetown makes about as much sense as a Rockefeller on skid row, or better yet, Julia Roberts living in Beverly Hills in "Pretty Woman."

"Is that so, DiNozzo?" asked Gibbs, staring straight ahead.

Ziva heard Tony begin to ramble and decided not to listen. Since she never went to movies, she became easily distracted whenever he spoke. She was more interested in McGee's seemingly insatiable habit of self-abuse.

She slid next to him on the leather seat until her leg was firmly pressed against his.

McGee had been dreamily staring out the car window until the warmth of Ziva's hot flesh interrupted his thoughts.

"W-What are you doing?" he asked her with wide eyes.

"I was wondering Tim...have you ever known a woman in the 'religious sense'?" she asked him with a sly smile on her pretty face.

"Ah, Ziva, I think you mean in the 'biblical sense'," he corrected her.

Ziva scrunched her nose and looked at him oddly and said: "Why on earth would you read a bible with a woman, McGee? It's no wonder you have to take your sex life in your own hands!"

Tim's face blushed a deep scarlet as he shook his head. "No-no-no...the correct phrase is 'knowing a woman in the biblical sense'---I don't even know what 'in the religious sense' means, Ziva."

Ziva's hand patted Tim's thigh as she said: "Oh you poor baby, Tony was right: you are a virgin!"

"I am NOT a virgin, Ziva! I just don't understand what it means to know a woman in the 'religious sense'," he said, flustered and feeling the heat rising inside the car.

Instead of removing her hand from his thigh, she began to lightly stroke his leg from above his knee to the middle of his thigh. She was getting dangerously close to his crotch. 

McGee gulped down air and looked away from Ziva. Her hand was driving him crazy; he wished she would stop, but it felt sooo gooood....

She suddenly leaned into him, her full breasts mashed against his arm; her hot breath in his ear. He closed his eyes and fought against his desire for her with all his will and might.

"Timmy," she wickedly whispered in his ear, "...the 'religious sense' means when a man and woman are naked in bed together and their tangled, sweaty bodies begin to buck wildly out of control in the throes of orgasm they begin shouting 'Oh-God—Oh-God—Oh-God—Oh-God...."

Gibbs suddenly slammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a stop. Ziva moved quickly away from McGee then looked at the large, tent-like bulge in his crotch fighting against the thin material of his gabardine slacks.

"McGee, is that a 44 Magnum in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" she asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

Tony whipped his head around at Ziva's words and saw McGee's embarrassing predicament.

"Looks more like a one-shot Derringer to me, Ziva," Tony said with a smirk, "...a snub-nose, at best."

McGee was horrified! His reactions were slowed by the lusty images in his mind of himself and Ziva, naked in bed together. He closed his open raincoat to hide his sensitive condition.

Too late—Gibbs had seen it too.

"Let's go," Gibbs called out. "...there's a bigger stiff inside the townhouse we need to investigate."

The three of them exited the car laughing hysterically. Tim was in shock. How could he ever be taken seriously again? Could this get any worse?

Gibbs stuck his head thru the open window and said, "C'mon McGee---let's go! Holster that pistol before the damn thing goes off!"

In shock, McGee numbly opened the car door and climbed outside into the cool Georgetown morning air. 

His thigh was still tingling where Ziva had stroked him. He vividly recalled the impression of her breasts on his arm. 

He thought: This is going to be one long day...God sure has a strange sense of humor. 



NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 02



McGee retrieved his leather bag from the trunk and joined the other team members gathered on the sidewalk in front of a navy blue townhouse.

Gibbs was looking around as if searching for something or someone.

"What's missing here? Does anyone else find this strange?" he asked.

"Boss," said DiNozzo, "...besides the fact McGee is standing close to Ziva and he doesn't have a boner?"

"We're the only ones here," Ziva interrupted. "Where are the local cops? Usually they have the crime scene cordoned-off by the time we arrive."

Gibbs eyes narrowed as he pulled his revolver from his holster. 

"This could be an ambush," he said in a hushed tone of voice.

The others immediately followed his lead and pulled their weapons. Gibbs motioned to Tony and Ziva to go around back. 

Gibbs and McGee waited a short time at the front door, giving the other team members time to get in place then Gibbs gave McGee 'the look' and a nod.

McGee raised his leg to kick-in the door; suddenly Gibbs motioned him to stop, and reached for the doorknob. The door swung wide open.

"I wanted you to try the handle first, McGee," said an annoyed Gibbs.

"B-Boss---sometimes your facial expressions confuse me," he replied.

The agents burst into the house with weapons held high. 

"NCIS," Gibbs called out.

From the rear of the house they heard Ziva and Tony enter the house.

"NCIS," Ziva called out.

They methodically searched room-by-room with weapons aimed high.

"CLEAR," each one shouted when a room was found to be safe.

Having searched the entire ground floor of the elegantly furnished townhouse, Gibbs led the way up the stairs. They slowly searched the second level bedrooms and bathrooms.

Gibbs had just shouted "CLEAR" in one room when he heard Ziva's strong voice coming from the next room: "GIBBS---IN HERE!"

Gibbs immediately saw the lifeless body on the large king-sized bed covered only by a silk sheet. A clear plastic bag was wrapped tightly around its head. The indentations in the sheer plastic covering over the face indicated to Gibbs that the person had fought for oxygen but failed and had died from suffocation. 

McGee said, "The face is so contorted, Boss, I can't tell if it's a man or a woman."

Gibbs slapped McGee on the back of the head and pointed to the body's mid-section where the silk sheet rose majestically, tent-like from the body's crotch. 

"It's a man, Boss," observed the Special Agent.

"Ya think, McGee?" said Gibbs sarcastically.

"A very impressive man, indeed," remarked Ziva. 

She lifted the sheet for all to see a long and thick erection.

"Oh my!" she gasped.

Squealing brakes could be heard thru the closed window.

Gibbs spoke: "Ducky and Palmer are here---everyone spread out---looks like we could be dealing with a sex crime---bag anything that might help us."

Ziva remained standing beside the bed staring at the erection as the others began searching. Tony appeared by her side.

"Everyone knows size doesn't matter," he whispered in Ziva's ear.

She dropped the sheet, smiled at Tony then asked: "Do you really believe that, Tony?"

She began her search of the room, leaving Tony with a confused and slightly fearful expression on his face.

Doctor's Mallard and Palmer could be heard bickering as they ascended the stairs.

"Doctor, we could have been here ten-minutes earlier if you'd let me use the siren," said the protégé to his mentor.

"Our 'clients' are not going to rush-off and disappear, Mr. Palmer," said Dr. Mallard.

"Hello all," he said entering the bedroom. 

When he saw the body on the bed he exclaimed: "Goodness---what have we here?"

"Looks like we have two stiffs to examine, Doctor," Palmer blurted out then began laughing at his own joke.

When he saw no one smiling Palmer's laughter abruptly ended.

Dr. Mallard removed the sheet from the body and exclaimed: "Oh my word---I would wager he was popular with the ladies."

"Not all of them, Ducky---he's dead!" Gibbs countered.

"Pity...." Ducky softly murmured.

"Boss, I found a secret stash of porno movies," DeNozzo called out. He had managed to find a switch near a bookcase and when he pressed it the bookcase swung open exposing a large shelf hidden from view. The shelf held hundreds of pornographic videos.

"Nice job, Tony," said Gibbs as he looked over the tapes. 

Tony began stashing the tapes in his leather bag.

"Not all of them, DiNozzo, just the ones with handwritten titles," instructed Gibbs. "...the ones that appear homemade."

Gibbs went to the doctor and asked, "What do we have here, Ducky?"

"At first glance it appears as though the poor lad died while attempting an extreme form of masturbation called 'auto-asphyxiation'...."

"What else, Duck?" asked Gibbs.

"Well, the liver probe indicates he passed away sometime between midnight and one a.m." replied the doctor. "Timothy, you may use your fingerprint scanner now."

McGee pulled the scanner from his bag and stood beside the corpse.

"You know, Jethro," Ducky said to Gibbs, "...this reminds me of the time in Thailand when I first encountered Asian ladyboys. Beautiful young things, they---"

"DUCKY---what does that have to do with this case?" asked an impatient Gibbs.

"Well, nothing really---it's just a fond memory I have...." said the doctor wistfully.

"Boss," said McGee. "This is Petty Officer Lance Pettibone. He's stationed in Norfolk...no wants or warrants...he's been in the Navy for three years and last week he re-upped for another four years...several commendations...he's single and lives in a small apartment off-base."

It never ceased to amaze Gibbs that McGee could glean so much information off his little do-hickey-gadget. In the old days, it would take Gibbs two full days to learn what McGee had found out in a matter of seconds.

McGee continued: "He works for...uh, I mean 'worked for' Admiral Ballsey...the Admiral is currently the highest-ranking woman officer in the Navy, Boss...uh, second highest outside of SecNav, of course."

"I know who Admiral Ballsey is, McGee---who owns this townhouse?" asked Gibbs.

McGee frowned and said, "I'm not having much luck finding that out, Boss...it seems as though this place belongs to a corporation, but all I can find is a series of dummy companies passing the mortgage around."

"I want the name of the person who owns this place, McGee!" said Gibbs sharply.

"Yes, Boss!" he answered earnestly. "I'm on it!"

Gibbs turned to Dr. Mallard, pointed at the dead man's erection and quietly asked him: "Ducky, how in the world can a man be dead and still sport wood?"

"Priapism, Jethro...although it generally is not associated with sexual stimulation---it is more of an involuntary erection...there have been numerous studies describing prison inmates on Death Row who, once they were executed, their members engorged with blood and the men died with hard-ons...it's very rare, but it does occur...I'll know more once I get the unfortunate boy on the autopsy table."

Ducky saw the wheels in Gibbs mind turning.

"Jethro, why was NCIS called in to investigate this matter?" he asked softly. "On the surface, it appears to be a simple case of self-administered auto-asphyxiation...an accidental suicide, if you will...I couldn't help but notice the lack of local law enforcement when we arrived on the scene...one can only deduce that someone higher-up wants only NCIS involved in this incident...but why?"

Gibbs looked him square in the eyes and replied, "I aim to figure that out, Ducky."

As Gibbs turned to leave, Ducky grabbed his arm.

"Tread lightly, Jethro---in a manner of speaking, I do not want you to end up with cum on your face."

A small grin played on his lips as Gibbs replied, "You darn well know I don't want that either, Ducky." 



NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 03



When the team returned to NCIS, Special Agent Gibbs went straight to the Director's office. Harold, the Director's personal assistant, as usual, refused to allow Gibbs entry, also as usual, Gibbs had to rely on subterfuge.

"Harold," said Gibbs, his eyes fixed on the far side of the small office, "what's that on the wall?"

As soon as the tall man's eyes glanced where Gibbs was pointing, Gibbs rushed past him and barged into the Director's office.

Gibbs smiled; it was the fourth time that trick had worked in less than a month. Jenny's assistants may be pretty, he thought, but they're also pretty dumb.

"Director, why the hell was my team sent to Georgetown this morning?" Gibbs raised his voice as soon as he was inside the office. 

"Hello to you too, Jethro," she said with a crooked smile playing across her pretty face. 

Just the sight of Jenny was enough to drain the fight from him.

Damn, he thought, she gets more beautiful every time I see her. I love those beautiful eyes; the dimple in her cheek when she smiles; her soft red hair. 

Christ, her breasts look great today, he thought, proudly jutting outward, high and firm, taunting and teasing him to fondle them.

Jethro felt his prick grow semi-hard and tried his best to shut out his feelings of desire for her. 

I had my chance, he admitted to himself. She wanted a commitment, but I couldn't do it. 

His mind flashed back to London, the last time they were naked together. He had her bend over a coffee table, her hands on the sofa holding her steady. He had given her a good pounding that day. 

Every thrust of his long cock inside her brought high-pitched squeals of delight. He vividly remembered the way she squeezed herself; the walls of her cunt gripping and milking his cock like a velvet glove.

Her flesh was so white---so soft and tender. He loved holding her hips, pulling her backward onto his rampaging prick then pushing her forward until only the tip was nestled between her warm and wet pussy-lips. 

He'd wait until she begged for more---until she cried out in wanton desire for his cock---then he'd ram his steel-hard pole to the hilt inside her wet pussy. Over-and-over-and-over...

Of all the women he'd been with, Jenny was the only one who could match his need for sex. She simply loved to suck and fuck.

"How did you get in here so easily? Harold has strict orders not to let anyone in without my approval," she asked Gibbs.

"Harold isn't too bright," he replied, "...you may want to replace him with someone a little smarter."

"Maybe I didn't hire him for his brains, Jethro," she said with a smirk on her face.

A sudden image flashed thru Gibbs head: Jenny stretched over her desk, her skirt pulled above her waist, her panties on the floor with Harold frantically fucking her from behind.

He cleared his mind and said, "I repeat---why were we sent to Georgetown this morning? It's hardly something NCIS should be involved with." 

"The information is on a need to know basis, Jethro, and you don't need to know."

"If you expect me to perform my job, I need to know everything! Listen here, Jen---"

"It's 'Director' Shepard, Jethro...whether you like it or not I am your superior, and I demand you respect my position!"

If she climbs on top of me and rides my cock---then I'll respect her position, he thought.

"Yes, 'Di—rec---tor'," Gibbs said.

Jenny looked at her subordinate, her former partner, and felt a surge of heat warm her loins. She'd never acted forceful with Gibbs in the past, he always had the upper hand, now, the power she had over him excited her. 

Then she noticed something else as well, she wasn't sure, she couldn't be bold enough to stare directly at it, but she was damn sure Gibbs was getting an erection right in front of her.

The very thought of his wonderful cock moistened her pussy. For many months, his cock had been the center of her universe. She couldn't get enough of it in her mouth and cunt. 

There was something about his hard prick that caused her to become hopelessly obsessed with it. The tremendous heat it gave off? The tingling, almost vibrating sensations she felt when it was inside her? 

She wasn't sure what it was; all she knew was she missed his cock; her sex life was not the same without his magic cock.

"You may leave now, Jethro," she said forcefully. "If I decide you should know something, I will share it with you."

His blue eyes flashed with anger; he was about to speak then thought better of it. He turned and left the room without saying a word.

Jenny watched him the whole way.

Oh my God---he did have a hard-on! He still gets excited when he's near me! 

Her mind became lost in a heated fog of lust; her nipples hardened inside the lacy confines of her bra. She walked to her desk, leaned over and pressed the intercom.

"Harold---get in here---NOW!!"

The red-haired beauty reached beneath her skirt and quickly pushed her panties to the floor. She pulled the skirt above her waist and stretched across the desktop with her legs open wide. The juices from her wet pussy began to trickle down her soft inner thighs.

Her young and tall, well-built assistant entered the room. Upon seeing his boss naked and vulnerable from the waist down, he quickly removed his rapidly engorging cock and stood close behind her. 

"I need your cock, Jethro, err, Harold," she mumbled into her hands. "Give it to me hard today!" 

"Yes, Director," he said, and dutifully obeyed his superior.

The team members were at their desks, watching the porn videos they'd confiscated from the Georgetown townhouse. 

Gibbs had gone to meet with the Director, and the three of them desperately wanted to find something useful to the investigation by the time he returned.

"I, for one, find these movies disgusting!" announced Ziva to her co-workers. "I mean really---why do people watch these things when it's so easy to have sex for real?"

Tim whipped his head around and made eye contact with Tony. They both raised their eyebrows and slowly shook their heads.

"It's not as simple as you make it sound, Ziva," said McGee.

"Yes, it is, McGee---you need to get out more often...libraries, lecture halls, bars, restaurants, grocery stores, the zoo---potential sex partners can be found anywhere!" she said.

Tony's eyes bugged open: "You've picked up guys at all those places? Who are you really—the Happy Hooker?"

Gibbs suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "The Happy Hooker probably had over a thousand men, DiNozzo, I doubt if Ziva's number is that high."

"Thank you, Gibbs," replied Ziva. Then she wondered, huh? What does he mean by that?

"What did the Director say, Boss?" asked McGee. "Why were we sent there?"

"She's stonewalling us, McGee...she didn't say anything. We're on our own on this case...anyone found anything that will help?"

"McGee's finally getting that sex education class he's sorely needed, Boss," quipped Tony.

McGee took offense and said, "I'll have you know, Tony, that I---"

"KIDS---ENOUGH! Get back to work," scolded Gibbs.

For an hour the team poured over steamy, raunchy sex videos searching for the slightest clues. 

Maybe the clue could be found in the background scenery, or the sounds coming from beyond the bedrooms where they were mostly filmed. Maybe the participants themselves would provide a clue. 

The sound of Tony's phone ringing broke the intense silence.

"Why hello---yes, thank you for returning my call...uh-huh, okay...five minutes? I'll meet you there---bye-bye...Boss, I need to take a break, payroll screwed-up my last check."

"Go, DiNozzo..."

As Tony passed by Ziva's desk he stopped for one second, looked her in the eyes and asked, "Really---the zoo?" He then left without waiting for her reply.

Gibbs had difficulty focusing on the videos. His mind kept returning to images of Jenny. He thought of her new-found dominance, her forcefulness. His prick became stiff and unruly once again.

He couldn't help himself. He lowered a hand and furtively squeezed and stroked his throbbing erection thru the thin fabric of his slacks. God, it felt good! 

"You men are such pigs!" exclaimed Ziva.

OH-NO---BUSTED! She knows what I'm doing! How do I get out of this one? Gibbs wondered.

"Why do men have to shoot their spunk all over women's faces and breasts? That is so degrading!" she said out loud. She was watching a video.

Whew! A close one, thought Gibbs.

"Boss, I think I found something!" announced McGee.

"Put it on the big screen, McGee."

"Uh, Boss---it's kind of sensitive stuff, all these people walking by us could be offended."

"ON THE BIG SCREEN, MCGEE!!

Gibbs knew McGee was right, but he couldn't risk standing and walking to his desk, exposing the bulge in his pants to his agents.

Suddenly, a close-up shot of the deceased Petty Officer Pettibone was on the big screen. His face twisted in bliss. The camera retreated and graphically showed Pettibone thrusting his big cock in-and-out of a woman who was bent over a desk. The woman's supple breasts swayed and shook as Pettibone vigorously fucked her from behind.

"Boss, look at the wall above the woman's head," instructed McGee.

A large insignia of the US Navy was on the wall. 

"I see it, McGee...can you get a closer shot of the woman's face?"

"I don't think so, Boss---it looks like she doesn't want her face to be seen."

The woman turned her head to the side and McGee paused the video.

"Boss, I'm going to run this angle of her thru the facial recognition software."

"You don't have to, McGee..."

"I don't---why not?"

"Because that's Admiral Ballsey...I met her last year at Director Shepard's swearing-in."

McGee shut down the big screen then joined Ziva next to Gibb's desk.

"I would say the Admiral has some explaining to do, Gibbs," said Ziva.

"To say the least, Ziva...from the Navy insignia on the wall, and the big oak desk she was sprawled over, I'd say that video was made right in her office," said Gibbs. "You and McGee go to Norfolk and question her---gently! She is an Admiral, after all."

"Norfolk, Boss? That's a three-hour trip, one-way!" McGee said.

"Yes it is, McGee---you better get going!"

"Boss, she's an Admiral, shouldn't you be the one asking her questions?"

"I have faith in you to say the right things, Tim."

"What will you be doing, Boss?" asked McGee.

"I'm going to check with Abby and see if she found anything in the evidence the crime scene technicians brought in."

Ziva and McGee hesitated.

"ZIVA---MCGEE---TODAY!" 

"Y-Yes, Boss!"

As soon as they were out of his sight he stood and walked to the elevator. His hard-on hadn't fully subsided, and his balls were heavy, and in need of quick relief. 

Instead of taking the elevator down to the lab, he went up to the fifth floor where the accounting offices were located. 

DiNozzo quickly walked down the familiar hallway. He stopped by the door marked "Janitorial Supplies -- Harley M Sorenson, Proprietor." He heard voices down the hallway and suddenly turned and went to the drinking fountain across from the door. He pretended to drink from the fountain until the voices disappeared into an office. 

He looked both ways then moved to the door, opened it, and went inside to find Midge waiting for him in near darkness. A small nightlight on a work counter provided the only illumination. 

They embraced, clung to each other really, and kissed passionately. Midge's hand wasted no time and began stroking the front of Tony's slacks. He became erect almost immediately. She loved feeling the heat on her hand emanating from his hot and pulsating cock.

Tony found the bodice of her dress already open, her soft globes exposed. He kneaded her flesh with urgency. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth; licking it, teasing it; gently biting down until he heard her moan. He moved to her other nipple and caressed it with his tongue and lips.

Her hands tore at his pants. She skillfully unfastened the belt and the sound of his zipper in the quiet room enflamed her passion all the more. She dropped to her knees and wrestled Tony's pants and boxers down his hips until his turgid cock was inches from her face.

She slid her lips over the fat knob of his cock and lathered his hot flesh with her tongue. Tony groaned. She felt his cock begin to expand in her mouth.

So soon? she wondered.

Her hand found his balls; they were already contracting upwards in his sac. She gently eased them down causing Tony to groan in frustration. She wasn't ready for him to climax just yet; she had another idea in mind.

She abruptly abandoned his cock, stood, and guided Tony backwards until his legs found the only chair in the room. She had him sit down.

Her nimble fingers reached under her dress and quickly peeled the panties down her hips and legs. She spread her legs wide on either side of him until her cunt was above his hard cock. She straddled him, one hand on his shoulder for support, the other down below. Her slender fingers opened her moist lips and she eased herself downward until she was fully impaled on his hot and throbbing manhood. The tight walls of her pussy nipped at Tony's flesh.

"Ohhh, Midge," he groaned.

"Ohhh, Harley," she responded.

Tony chuckled in her ear. 

Suddenly he felt the soft, sheer material of her panties pressed against his nose. Her intoxicating aroma sent his mind reeling. 

Midge slowly began rising and falling on Tony's hard, throbbing erection. 

Gibbs took the elevator to the fifth floor, turned left and walked down the long hallway. About mid-way, he stopped in front of the janitor's closet. Seeing no one in the hallway, he moved close to the door and listened. He smiled when he heard gasping and soft groans of pleasure. 

You're a lucky man, DiNozzo, thought Gibbs.

Memories of Midge Watkins' tightly clinging pussy flooded his mind. It wasn't all that long ago when it was he in that room guiding her hips up-and-down his cock. Midge absolutely loved giving men pleasure, but she also knew how to take her own, as well.

The thought briefly occurred to Gibbs maybe he should have her seduce McGee. His erections were getting downright embarrassing for everyone. He always vehemently denied he was a virgin, but Gibbs wasn't so sure. Midge would make an excellent teacher for him.

Good, he thought to himself. Tony was now busy, and Ziva and McGee were out of the building. He smiled to himself as he rode the elevator down one floor to the delicatessen.

Gibbs found a 64-ounce drink cup and filled it with CAF-POW, Abby's favorite energy drink. 

The girl at the checkout stand smiled as Gibbs paid for the drink.

"Abby is so lucky to have a boss like you, Agent Gibbs," she said.

Gibbs smiled his sheepish grin and said nothing. He returned to the elevator and rode down to the basement floor. His cock became hard again thinking of what was about to take place.

"HI GIBBS," Abby called out when she saw him enter her lab. "I haven't found anything yet, just a lot of yucky, dried stains that are probably---well, you know, dried man-stuff."

Abby saw the drink and jumped up-and-down, gleefully squealing, "Oh—gimmee-gimmee-gimmee..."

When she reached for the cup, Gibbs pulled it away from her. The hurt look on her face quickly changed.

"OH...it's the Super-Duper size," she said softly, reverently, her eyes wide as saucers.

Gibbs followed her to the console where she pressed the button that locked the door to the lab. They walked to a corner of the lab that could not be seen on surveillance cameras.

Abby dutifully dropped to her knees before Gibbs and reached for his belt.

"Abs," Gibbs said in a scolding voice, "...have you forgotten Rule 75?"

"Oh-yeah---sorry Gibbs!" she said.

Abby discarded her white lab coat revealing a black sun dress. She undid the buttons and pushed the top of the dress off her white shoulders. 

The mounds of her 36C breasts tumbled into Gibb's view. He felt his cock twitch and jump inside his pants. He never tired of watching her creamy white breasts jiggling as she sucked him. 

Abby opened his slacks, hooked her fingers in the waistband then yanked downward lowering his slacks and boxers. His majestic, hard penis sprang into her view. 

She kissed the tip, and licked at the pre-cum oozing from the slit. She never tired of paying homage to Gibb's magnificent cock. 

She cupped his balls in her hand.

"They're awfully heavy today, Gibbs, it's been awhile, huh?"

Gibbs said nothing but she read in his eyes: "Don't talk---suck!."

Her mouth opened wide and she slid her painted-red lips over his purple, plum-sized cockhead. When her tongue came in contact with his flesh, she heard a deep moan come from deep inside his throat.

She found her rhythm and went to work in earnest. In a matter of seconds, her excitement soaked the front of her black panties. She knew she'd be using her vibrator the moment she got home that night.

Gibbs stood and dreamily gazed at her round, perfectly formed breasts. He watched her nipples grow to full length and marveled how long and thick they were. The bobbing of her head filled his peripheral vision.

God, he thought. There is nothing sexier than watching a woman suck your cock. The tightening of her lips around your shaft; the slow, back-and-forth movement of her head; the gurgling noises in her throat; then the urgency of her sucking when she really gets into it and wants to make you cum.

Her talented hands massaged his balls and stroked his shaft in time with the back-and-forth motion of her head. 

Gibbs closed his eyes when he felt the churning in his balls. He remembered Ziva's disgust at men who came on women's faces and breasts, and decided, for today anyway, he would just have Abby swallow it.

One floor below the lab, inside the morgue, Ducky and Palmer stood over the autopsy table. Dr. Mallard was methodical, and very meticulous in his work. He also provided Palmer with steady banter, and regaled him with stories of his youth.

"I was quite upset earlier when Jethro interrupted my recollection of Asian Ladyboys...I realize we're here to perform our work, but there was no call for him to be so rude."

"Well, frankly Doctor," said Palmer. "...I didn't think it was an appropriate time or place either."

Ducky's eyes raised and glared at Palmer.

Palmer coughed then quickly added, "What I mean, Doctor is, uh, Agent Gibbs is under a lot of pressure---and honestly, I think sex-talk makes him uncomfortable...you can always tell me the story, Doctor."

"Thank you for your clumsy attempt to placate me, Mr. Palmer...that is one reason why you continue working for me...anyway, one particular Ladyboy comes to mind---the very first one I met while stationed there...what was so unusual at the time was, all of the beads he had pierced thru his tongue...OH---why Jimmy, you rascal!"

Palmer had stealthily reached around Dr. Mallard and one-by-one, opened the buttons on his fly. When Jimmy reached inside the Doctor's tweed slacks, he boldly grasped the Doctor's long and slender erection thru the fabric of his silk boxers.

"Go on, Doctor," said Palmer, as he firmly stroked Dr. Mallard's hard cock.

"Where was I---oh yes...this Ladyboy had the most exquisite mouth...when he ran that beaded-tongue over my cock and balls, I swore I'd died and gone to heaven."

"Maybe I should pierce my tongue with beads, Doctor?"

"Oh, no, my dear boy...I would certainly enjoy it, but I sincerely doubt your fiancé would neither understand nor approve."

"Oh, Lord, Mr. Palmer," groaned Ducky, "...you've gotten me feeling randier than a goat!"

Jimmy suddenly went to his knees and crawled below the autopsy table. He deftly opened the Doctor's slacks and extricated his engorged member. He took it in his mouth and pleasured his mentor like he had hundreds of times in the past.




NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 03



Ducky closed his eyes and surrendered to Jimmy's skillful, oral ministrations.

This, Mr. Palmer, thought Ducky, is the main reason why you are still here.

"Admiral Ballsey will see you now," said the handsome young Petty Officer.

Ziva felt a stirring in her loins as she and McGee followed the young sailor into Admiral Ballsey's office; her greedy eyes never straying from his muscular buttocks.

"Special Agents David and McGee," announced Ziva as they showed their badges to the woman standing behind a big, oak desk. 

Ziva immediately recognized the desk from the video; she saw the Navy insignia on the wall behind the desk. This was the same office where the steamy sex tape had been made.

The Admiral looked much younger than her forty-five years; close-cropped, shoulder-length blonde hair, medium height and weight, with what appeared to be a nice figure under her Navy uniform. 

She was a pretty woman; more cute than a raving beauty. Ziva was struck by how much the Admiral reminded her of Director Shepard, only with blonde hair.

The Admiral had offered her hand so Ziva shook it; a firm grasp; a steady handshake, noted Ziva.

When McGee shook her hand, she stared into his eyes and said, "My goodness, such a strong grip."

McGee became unnerved by her piercing blue eyes; her coquettish smile. She held the handshake longer than McGee thought necessary. 

"You must spend all your spare time working out at the gym," she said.

McGee blushed and tried to pull his hand away, but she wasn't finished yet.

"Too bad you're not in the Navy---I'd have you working under me in a heartbeat," she told him.

Good Lord, how blatant can this woman be? Ziva wondered. Enough is enough.

"Admiral, does Petty Officer Lance Pettibone work for you here in Norfolk?" asked Ziva. She carefully studied the Admiral's face waiting for her reaction. 

"Lance? Why yes, he does...that bad boy isn't in any trouble, is he?" she asked 

"Admiral, we found Petty Officer Pettibone this morning in a townhouse---he's dead," said Ziva.

Her eyes opened wide; startled.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed then clamped a hand over her mouth. "How? ...Why?"

"We are not certain yet, but he was found in a manner suggesting some sort of sex-play or sex-game may have been involved... can you tell us your relationship with him?"

"Relationship? He is my, err, he was my subordinate...he worked under my command...he was good at his job---he performed very well for me..."

Ziva produced one of the photos of the Petty Officer fucking the Admiral from behind over her desk. Ziva gave it to the pretty woman and waited for her reaction.

"HOW DID YOU GET THIS?" she shouted at Ziva. "How dare you come into my office with filth like this! I was nowhere near Georgetown last night; now get out---GET OUT!"

Ziva left the office first; McGee was about to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder; he turned to find himself staring down into the Admiral's beautiful, blue eyes. 

"Agent McGee," she said, her tone had softened considerably, "...do you have a business card?"

"Um, yes, Admiral," he answered and opened his jacket and fumbled in the breast pocket to find a card. He handed it to her.

"If I think of anything that might help your case, is it alright if I call you---and not her?" the Admiral asked in a hushed tone of voice.

"W-Why, uhhh, I---yes, I guess so," McGee stuttered.

Suddenly, the Admiral placed her hand on McGee's chest. She made gentle, circular motions on his breast.

"Agent McGee...is your personal number on this card?"

McGee felt the beginnings of an erection. No, please, no---not here---not now! Control yourself, McGee, he said to himself. 

"Well, ah, my cell number is on there...it's an NCIS phone, but I always carry it---so I guess the answer is yes!" he said, hating himself for being so nervous.

He felt the palm of her hand massage his breast then suddenly she pinched his nipple hard. Blood rushed to his penis and his erection pushed-out the fabric of his slacks. He'd never been so embarrassed in his life; his face flushed a deep red.

The Admiral openly glanced down and saw his condition. A smile played across her lips.

She looked at the card then back to McGee, "Timmy, I will definitely be calling you very soon..."

His cock began to throb. 

Before McGee knew what was happening, she had ushered him out of the room and closed the office door. Ziva was waiting for him.

"What did she say to you?" she asked.

"Ah, uh, nothing really---I gave her my card," he answered, closing his jacket to hide his boner from Ziva.

"Oh! How nice..." said Ziva and walked out the front door towards the car.

Thank God, thought McGee, she didn't see my hard-on!

As Ziva opened the car door she thought to herself: that 'thing' of his is totally out of control---we really need to get him either layed or neutered.

McGee started the engine and remarked, "Well, this whole trip is certainly a waste of time!"

"I wouldn't say that, Tim..."

"Why? She wouldn't talk with us..."

"She said plenty, McGee...we never told her where we found the Petty Officer's body---"

McGee caught-on immediately: "And she said 'I was nowhere near Georgetown last night!"

Director Shepard turned the heater in the car up one setting. It was a chilly night in Northern Virginia and her flesh was covered with goose-pimples.

She suddenly recognized a landmark by the road and realized she'd missed the turn-off.

"DAMMIT!!" she shouted. 

She shivered again but this time not from the cold. She realized she was going to be late, and knew the price she would be forced to pay. 

If she wasn't at the house by 7pm, not 7:10, or even 7:01; her lover would give her a hard and long spanking as a penalty for her tardiness.

She tightened the belt on the Burberry coat she was wearing then made a u-turn in the middle of the road. Her foot slipped off the gas pedal and she cursed one more time.

"Goddamn stiletto heels..."

They were another of her lover's demands: she was forced to wear the heels every time she drove to the house.

Ten minutes later she arrived at the closed gate at the entrance to the house. She checked her watch: 7:03pm. DAMN!

She used the remote control her lover had given her to open the gate. The gate seemed to take forever to open wide enough for the car. She passed thru it then carefully made sure the gate closed behind her.

When she climbed out of the car near the front door of the house, she was extremely cautious about her balance; more than once she'd fallen because of the heels.

As always, just before she had a chance to press the buzzer, the door slowly opened to reveal her lover standing impatiently before her.

"You're late!"

"I-I'm s-sorry---that one turn always confuses me---please forgive me!"

She was a grown woman---she was the Director of NCIS, but whenever she was near her lover, she felt small and ridiculous. She was reduced to a frightened schoolgirl.

"Well?"

"Oh God---I'm so sorry!" said Jenny, her voice trembling as she quickly undid the coat and peeled it from her body and draped it over the nearby chair.

Jenny stood naked before her lover. The chill in the air caused her nipples to harden.

Her lover drank in her soft, white nudity. She was relieved when a smile formed on her lovers face.

"Kiss me!"

Jenny quickly went to her knees and opened her lover's silk robe. Her lover was naked under the robe; legs open wide.

She saw and felt the stubble on her lover's pubic area and knew she would be shortly shaving it clean and smooth.

Jenny parted her lips and kissed her lover's sex. She kissed it lovingly and licked at it with her tongue.

"Very good, my Pet," said her lover patting her head like she was an obedient dog. "Why are you here?"

Without hesitation, Jenny replied: "I am here for your pleasure, my Mistress---I am here to obey and service you any way you wish to use me---I am your obedient pet and you are my darling Mistress!"

"Your careless mistakes cause me great concern, my Pet...do you not agree discipline is needed to correct your behavior?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

"How long has it been since I used the pony-whip on you?"

Jenny winced in fear but answered immediately.

"Four weeks, Mistress."

"And how do you remember so clearly, my Pet?"

"I-I was unable to sit down for three days afterward, Mistress."

"Do you not feel that your mistakes tonight deserve a similar punishment?"

Tears welled in Jenny's eyes. Her fate had been sealed. 

"Y-Yes, Mistress."

"WELL?"

Jenny choked back a sob.

"I should be punished for my mistakes, Mistress---please punish me with the pony-whip tonight, my darling Mistress!"

The tall woman leaned over and patted and stroked Jenny's red hair.

"Good girl...you are becoming a favorite pet of mine."

"T-Thank you, my darling Mistress!"

Jenny was given a dog collar and she immediately fastened it around her neck. She then attached the leash to the collar and gave it to her Mistress.

"Follow me, my Pet---and try to keep up!"

The leash tugged at her collar, and Jenny, on all fours, followed closely behind her Mistress.

Jenny was scared for herself. The punishment was going to be extremely painful, and her beautifully rounded, white buttocks would be marked with purple welts for a long time.

She had difficulty keeping-up with the pace of her Mistress. Her knees began to hurt, but she knew she could not object. 

She felt nothing but shame for saying 'yes' to this sordid and degrading arrangement. She had agreed to this strange sexual relationship, and it was far too late to change her mind. 

She was in too deeply; she knew too many things. Her Mistress would ruin her, or worse, if she tried to back out of this now.

As they approached the master bedroom, Jenny felt the nipples on her gently swaying breasts harden---this time from anticipation and desire; the soft down of her red, wispy pubic hairs became damp with the juices leaking from her pussy.

She hated her weakness, but grew increasingly excited as her Mistress led her into the bedroom by the leash, like she was a beloved, family pet.

The hot water cascading down her body felt so good Ziva sighed with contentment. She'd been in the shower for twenty minutes, desperately washing-off the grit and grime of her long day.

She wasn't sure what made her feel dirtier: the six-hours in the car, or the hours she'd spent pouring thru sex tape-after-sex tape; either way, the long day was finally done, and she could relax and maybe get a good night's sleep.

She lathered her belly and breasts. She was proud of her taut, flat stomach; no signs of flabby, excess flesh. Her strict exercise regimen kept her body in shape.

Her hands lingered on her breasts; she caressed her nipples with the bar of soap. They hardened and she looked down and smiled. Her breasts were smaller than she'd like, but her nipples were long and thick, and brought her pleasure whenever a man, or herself, for that matter, kneaded and fondled them. 

A sudden aroma wafted upwards from her pussy. She loved her own smell; rich and musky. She parted her thighs and her hand brushed the soap over the sticky lips of her sex. 

Yes, she admitted to herself, the sex tapes excited me as much as the men. 

She thought of how embarrassing it must be for a man when he gets aroused in public. There is no hiding what is going thru his mind.

Poor McGee, she thought. I wish there was something I could do for him. I know he has a huge crush on Abby, maybe I can convince her to be 'friendly' with him?

Tony? When he gets excited he has a very nice bulge in his pants. He is a handsome man, and he's funny and clever---maybe someday...who knows?

Then her thoughts turned to Gibbs.

What was that all about today when he refused to get up from his desk and walk to McGee's cubicle? Was he trying to hide something?

Ziva smiled as she thought of an aroused Gibbs. I'll bet he has a nice one too, and with all the women he's been with in his life, I'll bet he knows how to use it!

Her ears suddenly pricked-up---a noise outside the bathroom door put her on alert. She listened carefully.

Oh yeah, she told herself. I opened a bedroom window for fresh air. The wind must have started blowing; those are the rustling of the curtains I'm hearing.

She found herself gently massaging her pussy with the soap. She shivered with lust, but fought the temptation to masturbate right there in the shower. 

She had a better plan: she'd dry herself then go naked to bed and let her new toy make love to her for as long as it takes to quench her enormous sexual appetite.

She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a thick, luxurious towel. She dried herself quickly then used the blow-dryer on her hair. She gazed at her shapely figure in the mirror.

Aside from her breasts, and a thickness around her hips, she was happy with her body. The rigorous Mossad training she'd received had finely-toned her body into a firm, fighting machine, but her flesh was still soft and smooth, as well. 

The best of both worlds, she thought.

Her hair was still slightly damp but she couldn't wait any longer. The maddening heat in her loins was growing too strong to ignore.

She opened the bathroom door and took three steps to her bed when suddenly a strong hand grabbed, and twisted her arm behind her; another hand covered her mouth.

A man's voice said hoarsely: "Don't fight me, bitch or I'll kill you!"

Her muffled screams were barely audible. She tried to squirm and wriggle from his hold on her, but he jerked her arm upwards causing her excruciating pain.

He ground his pelvis into her buttocks; she could feel his powerful erection thru his slacks.

"There's nothing you can do---relax and enjoy it---I never had Israeli pussy before---I hear Mossad trains their women's cunts as well as their minds!"

Ziva stopped struggling; his grip was too tight to break free.

Suddenly, she raised her right foot then crashed it down hard on the man's shoe. It surprised him enough that he momentarily loosened his grip and Ziva took full advantage.

She elbowed him sharply in the belly; he released her arm; she turned and with all the force she could muster kneed him in the groin; he doubled-over, grunting in pain. She grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it downward and she kicked his foot out from under him and he fell to the floor.

She pounced on top of him. Her hindquarters sat on his face; she smothered the intruder with her hips while pinning his arms to the floor with her strong thighs.

She paused to catch her breath. The adrenaline rushed thru her body; the heat in her pussy was now overpowering. She couldn't deny her pleasure any longer. 

She shifted her position and planted her wet pussy directly on his face. Her hands deftly undid the man's pants; she reached inside his boxers and firmly grasped the man's scrotum and gently squeezed the man's still-hurting balls.

"Eat my Israeli-cunt, you maggot, or I'll rip your balls off!" she hissed down at the dazed intruder.

When he failed to comply she tightened her grip on his balls; he tried to cry-out in pain, but Ziva's open, dripping pussy pressed harder onto his face.

"We can do this the hard way, or the easy way---it's up to you!" she said in a menacing tone of voice.

She felt his tongue begin to explore her nether region. She smiled in triumph.

"Use your lips and tongue---surely a maggot like you has eaten cunt before---make me cum and I might let you keep your balls!"

And to show she meant business, she squeezed his balls tight one more time causing him to yelp in pain---it worked---he immediately, and frantically, went to work on her wet and hungry pussy.

"OOhhhhh..." Ziva sighed. 

It had been so long since she felt a tongue inside her she'd forgotten how wonderful it was. She began moving her hips in rhythm with his mouth.

She pushed the intruder's slacks and boxers down his legs and gently caressed his penis and balls. She hoped she hadn't hurt him too bad; she wanted to coax an erection out of him. Making him eat her cunt was just the beginning of her plan.

The man's slurping noises, and gasps for air, echoed thru the dark bedroom. Only the light from the bathroom allowed Ziva to examine her attacker's genitals.

Ziva's skilled hands worked him to a semi-erection; she lowered her head and licked at his hot flesh. His cock slowly grew to full-size. She stared at his light-brown hard-on then took the fat knob of his cock into her warm mouth. She licked at the pre-cum oozing from his slit.

"OOOHHHHH----YESSSSSSS..." she cried out when his lips and tongue found her clitoris.

He furiously licked and nipped her tiny bud; she was close, oh so very close...

Ziva felt his cockhead expand in her mouth and stopped sucking. She had no intention of allowing the man to climax this soon.

"OOOHHHHH----YES—YES—YES—YES," she screamed her orgasm as the man's tongue licked and sucked her sensitive clit.

Her hips thrashed about, pressing her pussy ever tighter against his face and mouth. Her head snapped back; her eyes open wide; her beautiful face contorted in orgasm. 

She found a thick and pointed nipple and squeezed it tightly. She bucked and jerked on the man's face and was afraid she was going to suffocate him. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed thru her shuddering body.

Her climax had been so good she almost cried. It took a long time to catch her breath. She eased her hips off the man's face. She lovingly kissed his throbbing erection.

"When did you get back, Ray?" she asked.

"This afternoon---I thought I'd surprise you," he said.

"You should know better than that, Ray---I could have killed you!"

"Heh-heh, yeah, I guess I didn't think this through..."

"Strip your clothes off, maggot, and get on the bed...I'm going to ride your cock for as long as you can last---and you'd better last a long, long time!"

"Oooo, yes, maam..."

"What the hell are you doing, McGee?" he asked himself.

Once he'd driven Ziva home, he decided to come back to the office. He was hoping to score points with Gibbs, and find out who owned the Georgetown townhouse. 

It was no use. He couldn't concentrate on work; his mind was not thinking logically. He hacked into the computers at various agencies, but lost focus on what he was doing.

He couldn't help himself. For the last half-hour he watched the video of Admiral Ballsey and Petty Officer Pettibone over-and-over.

He hadn't told Ziva what transpired when she left the room. He couldn't quite figure it out himself. 

Was she coming-on to me? he wondered. An Admiral? Should I tell Gibbs? 

He watched the Admiral shoving her hips back to meet the Petty Officer's violent thrusts. He studied the shaking of her shapely breasts; the expression of pure lust and pleasure on her pretty face.

The front of his white briefs was swimming in pre-cum. It stained his slacks, as well. He furtively looked all around him. It was late, and no one else was nearby. 

He gave into his urges. Feeling weak and ashamed, he opened his slacks, pushed them slightly lower until his hard cock sprang into view. 

He couldn't help himself and audibly groaned when his hand grasped his tingling erection. He began to stroke it; slowly at first, but remembering where he was, he decided he'd better make this a quick one.

He imagined it was him standing behind the Admiral; it was his cock pounding in-and-out of her pussy. She opened her lips wide in pleasure, and he pictured himself shoving his cock deep in her mouth. 

She has beautiful lips, thought McGee. I wonder what they'd feel like wrapped around my cock?

He narrowed his eyes on the fucking; his cock ramming back-and-forth; the walls of her tight pussy clinging to his hot flesh.




NCIS: The Inside Story Ch. 03



His hand was now a blur on his shaft. He stroked it faster and harder. He felt his balls contract—then threw back his head and bit his lip to keep from crying-out.

His cum shot out of his cock like a cannon. The white spunk landed on his shirt and thighs. His lower body shook and spasmed until his balls were empty.

"Oh God, I needed that!" he said out loud.

When he recovered, he quickly adjusted his clothing. He saw a small puddle on his keyboard and carefully wiped it away. His mouth opened wide in a yawn. It had been a long day.

He felt guilty for indulging himself; he was sure his co-workers were totally focused on the investigation.



NCIS



Getting in the elevator, they were joined by McGee and Gibbs. 

"Alright, DiNozzo and Ziva, as soon as we get to the office, get on finding Mrs. Jefferson. Tony, call the hotel she said she was at and Ziva check credit card history. McGee, help out Abby with the evidence," said Gibbs and everyone nodded. 

As the elevator reached the office, Tony handed McGee the bat and evidence and he remained on the elevator as everyone else got off. As Gibbs walked over, the director stood waiting for him. 

"What's up Leon?" asked Gibbs walking past him and over to his desk. 

"The other investigation you were assigned to do. Why did you drop it?" 

"Out of our jurisdiction, handed to metro." He sat in his chair. 

"Hmm, maybe next time, talk to me before you do something like that." Leon turned and walked to his office. 

"Will do. DiNozzo, got anything?" Gibbs looked up at DiNozzo who was in the middle of dialing his phone. 

"I'm dialing the hotel's number as we speak." DiNozzo finished the input of the phone number. 

"What the hell have you been doing since we got here?" The rage was becoming quite visible in Gibbs face.

"Umm, sitting?"

"That's it! I want you up on your feet until this investigation is over and if I even catch you sitting, I'll personally demote your ass and suspend you without pay!" Gibbs glared at Tony who shot off his seat as he was put on hold. 

"What's his problem?" asked Tony as Gibbs went to Autopsy.

"Must have woken up on the other side of the bed."

"It's on the wrong side of the bed, not other." Finally, he was patched through to the manager. 

Meanwhile, McGee had just entered Abby's lab and was met by the usual heavy metal music. She turned and smiled at McGee. 

"McGee you're back!" exclaimed Abby giving him a hug. "So are these, both investigations?" She grabbed the box. 

"Nope, just one, Gibbs, dropped the other one." He followed her to the table. 

"Okay, so we got ourselves a bat. Oooh, carbon. These babies are some good hitters in soft-ball" Gripping it, she did a couple of light swings. 

"You play soft-ball!"

"Duh, how do you think I have such a rockin' body? Come on, my toned ass and my magnificent body that has perfect curves?" She showed off to McGee with a couple of poses. 

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't ogle you, so I wouldn't have guessed." He began taking the rest of the evidence out of the box. 

"So, you don't find me attractive?" She placed her hands on her hips

"No, no, you are very beautiful Abby; I just don't act like a punk who stares at a girl as cute as you for hours at time and focus on work when at work." 

"Ah! Timothy." She opened her arms and hugged him. "So you fantasize about me at home don't you? Wait, are you elfmaster01 on Literotica.com? Always writes about his gothic friend, her kinky side and how sexy she is as a nurse?" She smiled, but McGee looked at her in a state of confusion. 

"Um, Abby, by the name of the site, it sounds like erotic writing and I only write crime novels." He shook his head.

"Anyway, my team had a game yesterday and I hit a homerun and kept a tight hold on my bat," said Abby, while swinging the bat.

"What does this have to do with this bat?"

"Well you see, when you swing the bat, you let it swing down till the end is caught by the thumb and the index finger, which explains why Tony found this print at the bottom of the bat." She pointed to a print at the edge of grip tape on the end of the bat.

"So, we can possibly get our murder suspect then from this?"

"You're both right and wrong; you see on the one side, yeah it would identify the killer, but on the other side, this could be the print of their kid and he could easily be ruled out by a D.A who could claim the finger print could have been from when he played baseball for a league." She placed the bat down and pulled out the bagged piece of paper. "A piece of paper? Why'd you bag this?"

"Well, it was on the floor next to the body and I figured it was part of something possibly anything that could be important."

"That's strange," said Abby as she felt the small piece of paper in her hand. 

"What's strange and why are you touching it without gloves on?"

"Whoops! Sorry, but any who, it's odd. I think its rice paper." She placed the ungloved hand on her chin, rubbing it a little as she tried to figure out what it was part of. 

"Wow, that's interesting." 

Abby grabbed the baseball bat and walked over to the computer. Putting it on the desk, she opened a drawer and pulled out finger print lift tape. She felt a little unease and itchy, but she blew it off from all the chemicals she works with. Placing the tape on the finger print, she lifted it and placed it back on the pad. Once again itches rumbled over her body and were becoming a nuisance as her back was now itching. She placed the finger print on the scanner and turned towards McGee. 

"Hey McGee, could you scratch my back? Right in the middle." He nodded as he began to scratch the spot, which caused it to go lower. "Oh, dear a little lower." He once again obliged by moving down a little bit. 

As he began to scratch her back a little lower, she sighed a relief as the itching seemed to settle down and as she took a deep breath in, it went further south, which he followed as instructed by Abby. Her body was becoming excited as his hand went lower, she tried to stay focused and clicked scan. 

"McGee, lower," moaned Abby and McGee looked up at her shocked. 

"Any lower and I'm on your ass...butt. Abby, why don't you itch your own...butt?" 

"I can't, I have my lab gloves on, which touched the evidence. I can't risk contamination of my clothes. Please, McGee, trust me the cameras aren't on." She looked over shoulder, her face no blushed. 

"What do you mean they're not on?"

"I have a looped video playing through them. Please McGee?" She was fighting a losing battle against her senses as they were heightened by McGee scratching her ass.

Abby moaned arching her back and took a deep breath which once again, heightened the itch and she told McGee to scratch harder. He was now working her juicy ass cheeks with both hands and she was lost in bliss. It would seem that each breath was causing her itch, but the itch wasn't for a simple disturbed nerve, but for touch, but it was mistaken by Abby. McGee's, molesting of her ass cheeks wasn't fulfilling the need. 

"McGee, I need you to smack my ass," said Abby so abruptly causing McGee to look at her strange.

"Umm, why Abby?"

"When I usually itch and can't seem to get rid of it, I cause pain by slapping it." She moaned for more contact. 

McGee and Abby both took a deep breath and holding his hand out, he looked over at the door to make sure no one had come down. He pulled it back and slapped her ass causing both of them to moan. He was surprised he was enjoying it, and repeated the process. 

As he continued to slap Abby's ass, her moans increased and her mouth was tingling, but her butt no longer itched for a touch. She wanted more. Turning towards McGee, she seized his hand and led him to the back office for a little more privacy. As they entered the room with the door shut behind them, she turned to him and embraced him with a kiss. He was caught off guard as their mouths interlock as they kissed. 

Sitting on the table, she pulled him with her, without breaking their kiss and pulled between her legs. There was no more fighting. He pushed her against the wall, leaning more into her. Her senses were off the charts as McGee began to suck on her neck making her moan. Standing back up he grabbed hold of her lab coat and looked at her. 

"Usually, I wouldn't do this but." He ripped open her lab coat, causing her to gasp as she revealed her magnificent cleavage encased in a black tank top. "I'm no dumb ass." He began to suck on her neck. She nibbled on his ear, moaning as he left love bites on her neck. Stepping back, he grabbed hold of his jacket and discarded it along with his shirt. Abby giggled at the sight.

"What, I'm sorry I don't have a well built body." He started to feel self conscious as she got off the table.

"Oh, no, I find your body attractive, nothing to worry about." She ran a finger along his chest.

She started a trail of kisses down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. She slowly traced the outline of his cock amazed at his size and by her judgment it was thick as her wrist. He groaned as she rubbed his cock through his pants, not believing what was happening. She grabbed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and grabbed his zipper with her teeth and pulled it down. 

Pulling down his pants, his boxer briefs showed the true outline of his raging cock. She looked up at him. He was lost. He just wanted to see those black lipstick lips engulf his member. She toyed with it threw his briefs. Hooking her fingers under the waistband, she swiped down his boxers so quick his cock popped out and smacked her in the cheek leaving some pre-cum on her face. Grasping his shaft, she smiled and began to pump it with her hand. He just leaned his head back, not believing the wonders of her hand job. 

She was pleased with his growing member and began to suck on his balls, causing him to moan. As she sucked on his balls, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft trying to get it to full length. Pleased that his balls were wet enough, she dragged her tongue up his shaft sending shockwaves through him. She reached the top and licked up the pre-cum already present at the top of his head. Gazing up at him, she just gave him a smirk as she encased his head inside of her mouth causing him to become weak in the knees, but he propped himself up on the near by desk she slowly worked his cock into her mouth. 

His breath quickened as he felt her warm and wet mouth and with one final push, his entire cock was inside of her mouth. She held it there working her tongue around his shaft until finally she pulled it out of her mouth gasping and with trails of saliva and pre-cum between her and his cock. Not wanting to waste any more time, she began to blow him fast, bobbing her head up and down lubricating his cock and causing him more pleasure with each down motion. Abby fondled his balls and he was becoming more like his old college self. 

Smirking, he grabbed hold of both of her pony tails and began to fuck her mouth causing her to moan. She loved rough play and widened her mouth to allow him to fuck her mouth like a piston. He was forcing his cock further at times causing her to gag, but she was used it.

"You like that, me fucking your mouth with my cock don't you bitch," said McGee. Abby liked his dirty talking and moaned in response. "Oh fuck yeah; your mouth is so slick. Matter fact, how bout we fuck your tits?" Abby moaned in approval.

Letting go of her hair, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed down her tank top and bra straps revealing her large breasts to him. He got down on his knees, took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked it causing her to moan and then switched to the other, sucking until it was as hard as the other.

Straightening himself up, he grabbed his cock and placed it between her breasts. She squeezed them around his member as he roughly fucked her tits. Keeping a firm grip on her shoulders, he fucked her tits with incredible force causing her to bounce off the desk she leaned against. She watched his cock pop in and out from between her breasts and moaned with each thrust. Even though she was getting a titty fuck, her brain electrified and her need for his cock inside of her was unbearable. 

"McGee, I want you in me now!" moaned Abby.

"Okay, Abby whatever you want." The excitement was flowing through his body.

Getting up, Abby pushed McGee down into her lab chair and smirked at him as she showed off her wet breasts. Dragging a finger across her breasts, she brought it up to her mouth and moaned as she tasted the fabulous taste of his cum. Scrunching up her skirt, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her black panties and slid them down her legs. Stepping out of her panties, she walked over to him and stood over his lap. 

Grabbing the back of the chair, she sank down on his cock and both gasped. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth causing his cock to slip in and out of her. He watched her breasts sway with each rock forward and grazed her nipples with a flick of his tongue, each time they came close. 

Her senses were becoming more intense with each breath and caused her to increase her motion, bouncing up and down on his cock like a pogo stick. With each time he filled her completely it seemed to not relieve her. She found herself bucking wild on him, riding his cock like it was the end of the world.

"Ooooh...That feels so fucking good!" moaned Abby as she bottomed out on his cock. 

McGee was trying to prevent from blowing his load even though her walls were overbearing. Sweat poured from their bodies and once again, they kissed each other, moaning as Abby did a rapid hammering of her pussy on his cock. Wanting more, he stood up holding her against him. He placed her on the desk and began to drill her. She stared deeply into his eyes, moaning with every thrust. Her breasts moved like Jell-O with each impact. 

"Oh god!" Abby's eyes rolled to the back of her head as McGee assaulted her with long deep and hard thrusts, sending her into bliss.

Her rising orgasm was becoming apparent as she tightened her grip on his cock and locked her legs around his lower back, pulling him closer. Her mouth lay agape as she was close to the breaking point. His rapid thrusts sent shock waves through her body. After two bone braking thrusts, her body went to overdrive as she went into her orgasmic bliss. 

Her walls clenched onto his cock trying to pull him into his orgasm, but it seemed useless as her juices gushed over his motionless cock. McGee watched as she soon came down from her high. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to regain her breath.

"How about we see how truly firm your ass is." McGee grabbed hold of her and flipped her over. 

Spreading her legs, he positioned his cock between them and pushing forward, impaled his cock into her soaked pussy. After few thrusts, he was pleased her pussy had lubricated his cock. She moaned in despair as he pulled out. Smiling at her, he smacked her ass and pulled her ass cheeks apart. With one hand parting her cheeks, he guided his cock slowly into her ass.

His lubed cock lubrication eased into her tight ass and as he got in as much of his cock would fit, he stood still allowing her ass to get used to him. She glared over her shoulder, a fire burning deep inside of her. Noticing her glare, he just gazed at her with his hands on his hips waiting. 

Her hard breathes became shallow with each intake of air and a fire that beckoned for more took over her. Placing her hands firmly on the desk, she began to fuck him with her ass. He was caught off guard and braced himself as she devoured his cock with her ass. Wanting to take this to the next level, he grabbed her hips and bulldozed into her. Her mouth gaped open with sudden force, but no sound escaped her throat.

The pain that began to rise was extinguished by the abrupt pleasure. With each slam into her, waves rained across her firm ass. He could tell at this rate he would be on his way to his orgasm if he continued his assault on her ass. 

"FUCK! Oh my god! That's it Timothy. FUCK MY ASS!" Finally her voice had come back to her and the sudden demands caused him to find his last bit of energy.

Gripping her hips harder, he clenched his teeth and thrust deep into her ass. The force was becoming too much for Abby to withstand and she was shoved against the glass window, which looked out on lab. The sudden brutality sent another body shaking orgasm through her body. He winced as her ass became a vice grip and he was afraid to thrust anymore, fearing his cock would break. 

"Come on Abby, finish me off, suck my cock off!" ordered McGee as he pulled out of her tight ass.

Obliging, she got down off the desk and took his cock right into her mouth. She worked his cock with both her hands and mouth. Taking it out of her mouth, she continued to jack it off. Moving her hands up and down looking up at him, she saw his face wince. Opening her mouth just in the nick of time, he shot his load deep into her mouth. Three bursts and her mouth was almost filled. It would seem his years of lack of sex were emptying from his balls. 

His cum spilled over the rim of her mouth after the seventh ejection of cum. Closing her mouth Abby swallowed his entire load in one gulp. Running her fingers over her face, she wiped the portion that had over spilled into her mouth and swallowed it. Grabbing his semi hard cock, she sucked it dry and cleaned every nook. He felt light headed and fell back into the chair. His dick, now completely limp, popped out of her mouth. 

"Jesus Abby.....what got.......into you?" His breathing was rapid as he came down from his high.

"I don't.....know...." She steadied herself up onto the desk and tried to recall what led to her having the most outrageous sex since her last boyfriend. "Wait a minute, right before I...jumped you, I found myself becoming more aroused with each intake of air."

"Well what about now? Do you feel aroused with each breath?" His breathing seemed to finally come back to normal as he steadied himself off the chair. 

Suddenly, Abby jumped off the desk. She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room with McGee in pursuit while trying to put his back on. As he reached her, she was back to her usual state and he had just gotten his shirt tucked back in.

"Why are you holding the rice paper?" He pulled his jacket back on. 

"You see, I think this rice paper was dipped into pheromone."

"Umm, what's pheromone?"

"Ever seen Oceans 13?"

"Umm, no."

"What! Anyway, back to the point; pheromone is a substance a animal gives off and creatures of that same species are attracted to it! You got that?"

"Okay, so what you're saying is that an animal's pheromone turned you into a nymphomaniac?"

"McGee I'm not a nymphomaniac; unless I fuck several guys, but I only fucked you!" Abby placed the rice paper into a test tube and put it into a machine along with some liquid. "Anyway, so one, it isn't an animal pheromone on this paper, but a chemical compound that women respond to!"

"If so, then how did you get a scent of it then?"

"Dummy, remember I rubbed my infected hand on my chin, that's why I went insane for sex!"

"Wow, so what about the finger print?"

"Oh I totally forgot about it!"

"Hey Abb's! How's everything?" came the voice of DiNozzo. 

"Umm, the finger print was enough to possibly get a scan. Also that piece of paper that McGee found"

"Yeah, what about it? It's only a piece of paper," DiNozzo shrugged. 

"Not just any normal paper, but rice paper!"

"Okay, so what's so surprising about it being rice paper?" DiNozzo cocked an eyebrow. 

"Well...I found trace of pheromone on it; indicating it was soaked in it!"

"Pheromone...paper...oh this reminds me of "Ocean's Thirteen" Matt Damon played as that Chinese guys assistant and used it to seduce the casino's vice president. God I would love to try that." DiNozzo gazed off into space imagining him doing such to a lovely girl, but a sudden slap to the back of his head brought back to earth.

"Wake up DiNozzo! There's no time to day dream, got anything else Abb's?" said Gibbs handing her a cowpow, her favorite caffeine drink. 

"Indeed, the finger print I'm running through the system will most...likely...be matched right away!" Abby stared at her computer screen that showed a familiar face. 

"What's wrong Abb's?" Gibbs walked over to her. 

"Umm, the print is ninety-eight percent match to...Tony DiNozzo," DiNozzo stopped in place as he took in what he just heard, his smile fading from his face.




NCIS



Gibbs stared at DiNozzo and Ziva grabbed his arm, leading him out of the room. Silence lay over the team as the sudden evidence had put them in corner. Abby had ran several tests, but the finger print was legit. Gibbs shook his head and headed out of the room along with McGee, who looked at Abby one last time smiling, but all Abby cold do was shake her head.

In the interrogation room, Ziva sat in the chair opposite of DiNozzo. His eyes stare deeply at the unpleased Ziva. Bringing forth a notepad she motioned him to speak. 

"Alright last night Pam Anderson and I met at bar in mid town. We had a few beers and judged our state wouldn't look so good if we were to drive. So I took the liberty to share a cab with her and she was happy to do. At around nine thirty pm, we got a cab and we reached her house around ten. We did our goodbye, I walked back to the cab and it took me home. I got home around ten thirty. If you need proof, I've got a receipt. I went to bed around eleven in hopes to enjoy relaxation, but was called to work today at about five am this morning. Is that good?" DiNozzo looked at Ziva. 

"That will be all Mr. DiNozzo, by the way why did you do it?" Ziva propped her foot up on the table. 

"Do what?" He looked at her confusingly. 

"You know, kill them. Evidence doesn't lie."

"I didn't do it!" DiNozzo slammed his hands on the table. 

"Oh come on Tony! Your finger print was on the bat and it was in blood! It all points to you! You have no Alibi from eleven on. You could have easily drove back to her house, noticed her leaving. You followed her to Jefferson's. You soon realize she was getting it on with some Marine. Busted into the house, hit Jefferson with the bat, forced Ms. Dawson into the bedroom and shot her!" Ziva stood up. 

"Explain to me why I would kill her." DiNozzo sat back in the chair. 

"Oh come on, we know you and your ex girlfriend broke up. You've been having trouble finding someone. There's your motive!" Ziva patrolled back and forth glaring at him. 

"What the he...." The door open and Gibbs called Ziva out into the hallway leaving DiNozzo alone in the room. 

"Ziva, I need you calm down and I understand your anger, but nothing is to become violent."

"Sorry Gibbs, I didn't mean to explode, I handle this interrogation with a piece of mind," she was about to walk back into the room, but his hand stopped her. 

"No, you're not; I'm sending McGee and you out to Las Vegas. You'll go undercover as a married couple. I'm going to need you to see if wife up to anything and act accordingly, you understand?" She nodded. "Good, McGee is waiting down stairs, your plane leaves in an hour, enjoy it out there." This was the first time Gibb's wasn't entirely stuck up, but it was when he cared about the team. Ziva walked down the hallway as Gibbs entered the room.

"Boss I didn't do it!"

"I know you didn't DiNozzo." Gibbs sat down, putting his coffee cup on the table.

"Then why am I in here then?" 

"Because, the evidence is high on your side and with it looking the way it looks your guilty, but if Ziva and McGee can find something, then we're in luck" Gibbs took a sip of his coffee.

"I hate it! Why me, why is that my life is turning upside down?"

"Well, sometimes you have to sit and be patient." 

"So I sit here and wait then?"

"Yeah, you're our only suspect, but I sent McGee and Ziva to Las Vegas to spy on Mrs. Jefferson."

Ziva walked into the main lobby and McGee tossed her something. She juggled it and finally it came to rest in her palm. Holding it out, she glanced at the diamond and gazed upon it, admiring its beauty. 

"What's this for?" 

"It's our wedding rings." McGee seemed different all of a sudden. 

"Are you ok McGee?" She watched him closely.

"I'm perfect, how about you?" He grabbed some luggage that lay at his feet.

"I'm good, are you ready?" She still felt like something was off rather on McGee. 

"Yeah, I got our luggage and the car is warmed up." He pushed open the door, ushering her out side. 

She thanked him as she exited the NCIS building. She was about to open the door, when his hand grabbed the handle and pulled it open. She looked at him and he smiled; yet again something was strange about him. Nodding in appreciation, she ducked into the car and buckled up. He soon joined her and they headed off to the airport. 

The plane ride was pleasant; they had gotten first class and were waited on for every need. Ziva had sat in the window seat, admiring the scenes of the passing land below her, but was still concern about DiNozzo. She wondered what this wild chase would lead too; possibly, a new suspect or a dead end. Still she was even more curious on the sudden mood change of McGee. He was flirtatious with the flight attendants who all were stunning in many ways, but she felt a little left out and took role of this role play as the wife. 

"Honey, why do you persist on flirting with other girls." She stared at him and he looked shocked. 

"I'm sorry dear, I'm just being friendly," he smiled as he winked at her. 

Ziva flinched, not knowing how to interpret the wink and she watched him look towards another attendant. Smiling, she placed her hand on his chin and turned his head towards her. Kissing lightly on lips she looked deep into his eyes. 

"Now dear, I would like you to quit flirting with them and enjoy me" she kissed him again and he willingly kissed back. "Or else I'll snap your dick off right here," whispered Ziva and he just nodded. 

"I'm sorry honey, you're right; they're not that interesting as you are because your ass is so better." He looked at her stunned at what he just said and his lips quivered, which caused her to smile. 

"You always knew how to get me riled up." She kissed him longer this time allowing for more of a sensual kiss between the two. "And thank you, that is why my ass is yours"

He looked at her and thought how perfect she was at acting. Sitting right in the chair, their hands remained entwined as they enjoyed the flight. The flight was smooth and as it landed the two remained in hand as they walked off the plane. Going over to baggage claim, their hands departed, but as soon as both had their luggage in hand, they were once holding hands. As they were about to walk a blonde woman and short black hair man halted. 

"Hi! I'm Catharine Willows and this is Nick Stokes," said the woman and the guy gave a nod. "We're Las Vegas CSI and we ask you to come with us." McGee and Ziva looked at each other.