Jethro walked into NCIS and showed security his badge, he had no idea why it felt as though he was walking that green mile to the director's office, but he did. After the conversation he'd had with Ziva, there was something that just wasn't sitting right; something was off and his gut was telling him that no matter what, he had to find out before the situation started to affect everyone he cared about...Especially Tim and his son.
"Gibbs?" Ziva's voice had gotten smaller and smaller as they reached the door and she seemed to be shrinking into herself "What if they send me home. I can't go home."
"I doubt they'll do that Ziva. Come on, you've gotta face up to it sooner or later."
"I know Gibbs, but I can't...I just don't want to be sent back to Israel." Her edgy pleas made Jethro stop and round on her; he had no idea why she was so adamant about staying in the U.S. but there was a tinge of fear to her voice that made his gut clench.
"I don't think they'll deport you because of this Ziva. Now listen up, me and you are going to have a damn good talk because for some reason you're shit scared of something and I wanna know why. Right now, we've got a meeting to go to so come on." He wrapped his hand around her bicep and gently guided her into the building. She could almost feel the scornful looks of the other team when they reached the bull pen and hung her head low.
"I cannot do this. Everyone now hates me; please just let me go."
"No! You've done wrong and now you are going to face up to everyone. They don't hate you Ziva, they just don't understand what the hell happened. Listen, to be honest, no one knows what's going on, well no one outside the team anyway. The people that were here just know Tony collapsed so come on Ziva, I haven't got all day."
Ziva followed him up to the director's office and sat in one of the chairs facing the assistant's desk. It was strange; the feelings of deep rooted fear that she now felt were a stark contrast to the usually brusque, stoic agent she had fought hard to become.
"Agent Gibbs. Da'vid." The Director's voice greeted them from the door to his office letting them know that he was ready for them.
"Leon. Where do you want us?"
"Meeting table's fine. Can we get you anything?" Jethro held up his coffee to let Vance know he was good and glanced over at Ziva.
"I am fine. Thank you."
"Good, well take a seat and we'll get started shall we." Vance sat down in one of the chairs and waited patiently for his two agents to settle down.
"I'm not going to beat about the bush or waste time on pleasantries. Probationary Agent Da'vid, I presume you know why you are here?" He watched as Ziva nodded her head.
"Yes."
"Then I presume you know that your actions were totally unacceptable and have put this agencies reputation in an extremely compromising position. Your actions have not only caused physical and emotional injury to your superior, they have put our relations with the BAU in a spin. Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"With all due respect, I don't see how my actions could affect the relationship between NCIS and the BAU." Ziva's petulant voice rang true across the meeting table and left Jethro scowling.
"AGENT DA'VID! Back down."
"Gibbs I..."
"No Ziva, cut the attitude. Jesus, don't you think you're in enough trouble as it is." Jethro watched Ziva deflate as her actions sunk in.
"I am sorry. "
"Ziva, you really have no idea do you? Well let me fill you in. If it wasn't bad enough that you undermined DiNozzo's authority that way, you then physically and verbally abuse him in the bathroom. The mens bathroom I hasten to add. That was done in the presence of Special Agent Morgan of the BAU who had deigned to raise a formal complaint against you. That is something we will not take lightly."
Ziva nodded at the statement and glance up at the director.
"I understand and I am sorry for everything that has happened."
"Do you?" Vance locked eyes with Ziva and held his gaze until she looked away with discomfort.
"Do I what?"
"Understand."
"More than you will ever know Director Vance. What is my punishment?" Ziva couldn't see the point in going over everything again and was anxious to find out exactly what was in store for her.
"We'll get to that. Now do you want to explain exactly what happened?"
"You know what happened. I'm not proud of my actions, but I cannot take it back now." Gibbs glared at Ziva from the other side of the table.
"Ziva, what the hell is going on here? You need to tell us before you completely screw your career up." Gibbs was pissed and all this pussy footing around was making him antsy.
"Gibbs, I can't..." Ziva's hands flew up to emphasise her point. There was no way in hell she could disclose the secret she was holding; even thought it was killing her.
"Like hell you can't. Ziva, we need to know so we can help."
"You think you know what it is like? Well you do not. Please, give me my punishment and do not ask me anymore questions."
"I see your attitude hasn't improved Da'vid. Well then, in lieu of recent events and the formal complaint you are now officially suspended from duty without pay for a total of one month. In that month, you are forbidden to contact any of your team or staff here at NCIS." Vance paused to let the information sink in "You will also have a permanent reprimand in your file which will stay with you for the remainder of your employment with us and will be fully disclosed should you seek further employment."
Ziva nodded her head in agreement and glanced down towards the floor in shame.
"What about McGee. He is not in work at the moment and has been a good friend. Will I be able to contact him?"
Jethro's eyes narrowed at the request; he didn't want Ziva to cause him any more undue stress given the stage of his pregnancy but he also knew that Tim would be more upset at the verdict.
"Leon, Ti...McGee isn't likely to return to work till after his paternity leave." Vance glare at Gibbs and narrowed his eyes slightly at the interruption.
"What part of 'Team'and 'staff'do you not understand? Last time I looked, Agent McGee was still on the payroll."
Jethro was about to answer, but felt Ziva kick his shin under the table. He glanced over at her and watched as she nodded tightly and pursed her lips before replying.
"Understood."
"You will also have to go through a full regime of anger management classes and sessions with the psychologist; both of whom are obliged to report directly to me if they feel you are not making progress." Ziva's head shot up at that last bit of her punishment and Gibbs could see the panic in her eyes.
"But that information is confidential, they cannot tell you what I say."
"No, but they can inform me if they feel you are not progressing or are a threat."
"Ziva, this isn't up for discussion, you know that right." Jethro's calm voice cut through her horror and she nodded. "It's for your own good."
"I know Gibbs. It's just...I have never done well with psychological examination."
"Well you may not have a choice in the matter. It is part of the terms I'm laying out on the table. Now, you will receive a formal letter outlining everything that has been said today alongside the dates for your appointments. Should you need to discuss this further then please contact Cynthia and she'll arrange for an appointment. Dismissed."
Ziva and Jethro stood and left the director's office in silence and Gibbs could almost feel the shame rolling off his probationary agent.
"Ziva. With me"
"What? Why? I'm..." Ziva looked at him with a defiant curiosity in her eyes that betrayed her true feelings.
"Because I say so Da'vid. With me NOW!"
Ziva followed him down the stairs and walked to the elevator and could feel people's eyes boring into her; she kept her head hung low with shame and knew that it would never be the same for her here again. She stopped at the doors next to Jethro and waited for them to open knowing damn well that he was going to flick the emergency stop so he could talk to her; she wasn't wrong and as soon as they started moving, she felt the familiar lurch as they came to a stop.
"You've gotta stop this, Ziva. You're not helping yourself with the way you are acting." Jethro's soft, emotionless voice struck her hard and she visibly flinched.
"Stop what? I don't know what else to do. I am shamed and will not be able to redeem myself easily, yes?"
"That about sums it up." Jethro decided that it was best to be honest rather than beat about the bush "But it's not a total loss. Ziva, you know as well as I do that things can be sorted but it 's gonna take a lot of hard work on your part."
Ziva glanced over at him and saw the crystal blue eyes scrutinising her reactions. She felt something shift at that moment; something strangely comforting that made her want to redeem herself and build the bridges that she had burnt down with her actions.
"I will try." She shook her head sadly "I am not sure how, but I will try."
"Ziva..." Gibbs ran his hand through is hair with frustration "I've asked you before and I'm gonna ask you again. Is Tim in danger? Hell, are any of us in danger?"
"No. Tony is no lon..." She stopped what she was going to say and shook her head. In one moment of weakness, she had very nearly blurted out what was going on.
"Fuck! Ziva talk to me. Tony's no longer in danger? That's what you were going to say right? What about everyone else? What about you?"
"No. I am not in danger and neither is anyone else." She shook her head sadly "McGee has been my rock and I love him dearly for being there but I have asked too much of him and will let him be so that he can enjoy the rest of his pregnancy in peace. I am sorry for..."
"Tim wouldn't have it any other way. He likes to know his friends are okay and do what he can. But you've got to remember that he's heavily pregnant at the moment and the past couple of months haven't been easy on him." Jethro interrupted her and hoped that she took on board what he was saying.
"I know and I am sorry for adding to his burdens. I will not contact him again as Director Vance has requested."
"What? Ziva listen to me. I know you don't have many friends here in DC and I know what you gave up when you left Mossad. If you wanna call, then call. I won't tell vance; just don't put my family in danger. Any of them."
Ziva understood the warning and nodded. She had tears in her eyes at his kindness and tried desperately to rein in her emotions.
"I will try, Gibbs. I cannot promise more than that."
"That's all I ask Ziva." With that, Gibbs reached over and flicked the switch to get the elevator moving once again.
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Tony woke up with a hazy, thick feeling in his head. The events of yesterday left him feeling more emotionally and physically drained than he ever had before. He shifted slightly and moaned when his bladder told him that it needed attention.
"Shit."
He swung his long legs out of the bed and sighed heavily as he sat there perching on the edge. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand told him that it was 5.30pm. He shook his head knowing that he had pretty much slept the day away with Derek.
"T?" Derek's sleepy, muffled voice startled Tony slightly but when he turned he couldn't help but grin at the sight of Derek hugging his pillow.
"Go back to sleep. I just need to pee."
"what time is it?" Tony wasn't even sure whether or not Derek was fully awake and the slurred tone confirmed that.
"5.30. I'm gonna hit the head and I'll be right back."
Derek sat up enough to lean on his elbow and frowned at Tony's hunched up appearance.
"You alright, Babyboy?"
"I think so." Tony stood and started to walk towards the bathroom "Just...you know. I'll be back soon."
Derek watched Tony walk to the bathroom and flopped back down on the bed. He had pretty much spent the night nursing Tony through numerous nightmares which had eventually led to his boyfriend feeling emotionally wrought enough to cry with frustration. They had then sat up talking until late in the morning and had finally rolled over and gone back to sleep at about midday. Right now, tiredness reined and even though the afternoon nap had been uneventful, the lack of sleep the night before laid heavily on them. He heard the toilet flush and the sound of the faucet running and waited for Tony to walk back in. It didn't take long and he soon felt the familiar dip in the bed.
"Come here." Derek had rolled onto his back and held out his arm to lure Tony close.
"Hmm..." Tony lay down with his head on Derek's shoulder and felt security wrap round him as Derek wrapped his arm round him. "That's nice."
"Good. You sleep better?"
"Yeah. I'm just...you know."
"I know. Oh, hey. McGee and Gibbs want us over for dinner tomorrow night. You up for it?" Derek threw the question out there with the hope that he wouldn't be making the phone call to say they couldn't make it. He flashed Tony his hundred kilowatt smile when the Italian glanced up at him.
"Dinner? Urgh..." Tony dropped his head heavily on Derek's shoulder "Why?"
"McGee asked us over and I thought it might be a good idea. Told him I'd ask you first though."
"Huh. The guy's seven and a half months pregnant and he wants us over? He's a glutton for punishment." Tony chuckled slightly; the very action lightening Derek's heart slightly.
"Nah. I think he's bored, I mean come on. He's gonna be stuck at home for the foreseeable future and Gibbs has to work." Derek kissed Tony on the top of his head "And I think he misses his best friend. He's really sorry for snapping, T."
"Alright." The reply was so quiet that Derek had to strain to hear him. If the truth be told, Tony did want to speak to Tim and wanted that friendship back.
"Yes?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. I'll send McGee a text message to let him know." Derek pulled out his phone and started tapping out the message.
"I don't know what to say to him. I know he wasn't the one causing all of this, but I still feel as though he let me down." Tony's admission shocked Derek slightly.
"He was in Pain, T. Give him a chance because you know how much it took out of him coming here the way he did yesterday."
"I know. Did he get home okay?"
"I rang Gibbs to let him know that his wayward lover was on the way home. I haven't heard otherwise so I guess everything's fine." Derek sighed "Just give him a chance."
"I'll try."
Derek tightened his grip on his lover and kissed the top of his head.
"You won't regret it, T."
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Jethro pulled up to the house and sighed when Tim's car wasn't there. He knew that his lover had gone to see his parent's, but he still worried about the fact that Tim was out and about and wasn't getting the level of rest that he needed. He cut the engine and stepped out but just as he was closing the door, Tim's car pulled into the driveway making him grin. His smile was returned as he walked over to the other car and opened the door.
"Have fun?" Jethro held out his hand to help his lover out of the car.
"Guess so. Mom and Sarah Clucked; dad was normal and Jethro got spoilt rotten. At the sound of his name, the Alsatian jumped out of the car with his tail wagging, earning him an enthusiastic greeting from his namesake.
"You feeling okay? You look tired."
"I'm good. Just rea...re...ready for a bath and a nap." Tim yawned halfway through his sentence earning him a chuckle from the older man.
"Come on. I might join you in that bath if you're lucky."
"Promises, promises." The playful tone earned Tim a loving cuff around the back of the head. "Hey!"
Tim followed Jethro into the house and started to climb the stairs. He stopped half way up with a groan that had Jethro glancing in his direction.
"Timmy?"
"Braxton Hicks. Nothing to worry about." He carried on up the stairs feeling guilty for worrying his partner over nothing and missed the deep frown on Jethro's face as he struggled to climb.
Once in the bedroom, he shucked off his shoes and made his way to the bathroom to start the bath running.
"You want bubble's or oil?" Tim shouted out as he turned on the faucets and picked up the two bottles that were now a permanent fixture in the bathroom. It was one thing that he had to give up on having the hot water soothe his muscles but there was no way he was giving up on this little bit of luxury.
"No need to shout, I'm right behind ya." Tim felt Jethro's arms wrap around him and leaned back comfortably against his lover's chest. He couldn't help but Grin when Jethro smoothed his hands down his vast pregnancy bump. "We got any of that oil left?"
Tim knew the one he meant; it was the one that Abby had mixed especially for him knowing that it would help him relax. When Tim had asked what oils she had used, she was sheepish and refused to let him in on her 'trade secret'. Needless to say, it did smell good and helped him relax no end. Tim raised his right hand with the small bottle in it.
"We've got enough for tonight. Abbs said she'd mix some more for us." Tim reached over and poured what was left of the oil into the bath before leaning back again with a groan as his back pulled painfully.
"You sure this is just Braxton hicks? I'm gonna call Duck and..."
"This is my back and yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm not in labour. You remember what the doc said when we saw her last." Jethro moved back and put his hand on Tim's arm to turn him round. Once Tim was facing him, he pulled him in for a hug and started to massage Tim's back; he couldn't help but wince at the tightness he found there.
"No wonder. You're muscles are so tight I'm surprised you can walk at all."
"Maybe I over did it a little bit today." Tim admitted sheepishly. The day had completely taken it out of him and all the walking he had done was causing his back to spasm with pain. "We kinda went shopping this morning whilst dad took Jethro to the park and lost track of time."
"What the...Please tell me you wasn't on your feet all day."
"Not all day. We stopped for lunch." Tim groaned when Jethro pulled back and glared at him "Come on, J. It wasn't that bad."
"Bad enough to hurt your back! No arguments. Duck is gonna check you over." Jethro's tone told Tim he was serious and left Tim shaking his head with amazement at how protective his lover could be.
"Can I at least have my bath first?" Tim offered a rueful smile which seemed to melt Jethro's hardened frustration.
"Only if..."
"I let Ducky come over and check to make sure our son hasn't decided to make an early appearance. I promise. Now come on, help me in because seriously, I'm struggling with this as well now." Jethro helped Tim strip out of his clothes ad stood back to admire his naked lover. "Quit it, J. You know how self conscious I am at the moment."
"Even with me?"
Tim chuckled lightly "Especially with you. I finally lose all the weight and felt good about myself; hell, you made me feel good about myself and now I'm right back at square one. You know, mom and Sarah actually tried to convince me I was glowing. In the middle of a shop!"
"You gotta love em and you'll always be sexy to me. So, what did you buy?" If Jethro was going to be honest, Tim did have that kind of radiance that's associated with pregnancy...Not that he'd ever admit it to his lover; not after the look he got last time.
"Me? Nothing. I don't want to get anything without you being there. Mom and Sarah though, Jesus, I don't think our son is going to need clothes for a long time."
Jethro grabbed Tim's outstretched arm and helped him into the warm bath.
"You leave them in the car?" He smiled at the look of pure bliss on Tim's face. Tim nodded and chuckled.
"The trunk is full. They didn't listen to me at all when I told them we didn't need that much."
"Sounds about right. We'll get them later but for now..."
"You're gonna join me in the bath?" Tim looked up at his lover with hopeful eyes and playfully pouted when Jethro shook his head.
"Quit pouting, Timmy. I'm gonna call Ducky and then join you in the bath."
Jethro walked out of the bedroom and pulled his phone out of his pocket before starting to strip. He pulled off his shirt and sat heavily on the bed to ring Ducky.
"Hello, Dr. Mallard."
"Duck, Its Gibbs."
"Jethro. Is everything alright?"Gibbs felt a twang of guilt at calling his old friend because he knew that the M.E. was wound tight about the stress that Tim had been under.
"I think so. Listen, can you come over and check on Tim in about an hour. He's had some cramping and his backs playing up."
"Cramping? How bad?"
"Not too bad. He said its normal but I'd feel better if you came over."
"Of course. Jethro, be careful and keep an eye on him. I'm sure it's just a case of him having Braxton Hicks contractions but until I get there, I'm going to need you to watch out for the signs we talked about. Just a precaution mind you, so don't start worrying."
Jethro thought back to that conversation and was surprised that he remembered pretty much everything that Ducky told him to watch for.
"Will do, Duck. I think his back is the way it is because he's over done it today but I wanna be sure."
"Oh dear, the boy will never learn."Jethro smiled at the chuckle on the other end of the phone "Regardless, I'll look him over anyway. See you in an hour."
The phone went dead and Jethro shook his head at the voice that travelled in from the bathroom.
"Now that you've finished playing mother hen, get your ass in here because there's something else that I wanna talk to you about." Jethro sighed heavily and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. When he reached the bathroom, Tim was sitting up waiting for is lover; something that made Jethro chuckle slightly. As the older man climbed in the large tub; He frowned at the temperature of the water and glared down at Tim.
"Isn't this too hot? I though..."
"It's fine. I even checked with that damn thermometer you insist on." To emphasise his point, Tim Picked it up and waved it slightly before dropping it back into the bath. "You'll see."
"I believe ya. What do you wanna talk about?" Jethro slipped down behind Tim and let his partner settle back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around Tim's waist and let his hands rest on the bump. Tim sighed contentedly and completely melted into Jethro.
"When we were out, we stopped for coffee and mom kind of blindsided me with something that got me thinking."
"About?" That got Jethro's curiosity going and he cocked his head to the side to get a better view of Tim's face.
"About the fact that it is now legal for same sex couples to marry in D.C." Tim flushed slightly and shook his head before giggling. "You should have seen them. I swear, when they gang up on you like that there's nothing that you can do but sit and listen."
"Is that a proposal, Timmy?" Jethro leaned down and nuzzled at his lovers neck.
"In the bath? Not exactly the most romantic thing is it? So no; but I would like to...you know...some day. We're practically married as it is." Tim grabbed Jethro's left hand and fiddled with the ring that he wore. "I love you, J. I'm about to have our son and want you to be my husband; not just in spirit, but legally."
"That sounds like a proposal to me."
"Huh, guess it does doesn't it? It's not like I could get down on one knee anyway at the moment." Tim felt Jethro's laugh rumble through his back.
"Well, how about we get you through the birth and then we'll start looking into it. How does that sound."
Tim sighed with contentment and nodded his head.
"I'd love that, J."
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Ducky opened the front door to his friend's house and quickly rid himself of the light jacket that he was wearing. He had long ago had the go ahead to come and go freely but still paused in the hallway to announce his arrival.
"Jethro? Timothy?"
"Up here Duck." Jethro's call floated down the stairs and the M.E. made his way up to his friends. When he reached the bedroom, he smiled when he saw Tim sitting cross legged on the bed.
"Timothy. How are you feeling?" He noticed that his young, heavily pregnant friend was still slightly damp after his bath and had foregone the t-shirt to sit there in nothing but his pyjama bottoms.
"Better now I've had a bath."
"Still say it was too hot." Jethro grumbled his complaint as he walked out of the bedroom. "And you shouldn't sit like that. It makes you're back worse."
"Jethro." Ducky's warning startled his friend and he shook his head when he saw Tim stick his tongue out at his lover. "Now Timothy, you know the drill."
Jethro helped Tim lay down on his back and sat down by his side carding his fingers through his lover's hair. Ducky made quick work of palpitating the bump and laughed when the baby kicked at his hand.
"Still active I see. Well, the baby hasn't engaged which is a good sign. Have the pains stopped?"
"It's not really pains. Just tightening. It kinda knocks the breath out of me a bit though." Tim decided that honesty would be the best policy here and smiled ruefully at Ducky. "You don't have to..."
"I'm afraid so, my dear boy. So, lift your hips a wee bit and roll onto your side." Tim lifted his hips and flushed red when Ducky scooted his pants down.
"I love it when you get all embarrassed, Timmy." Jethro's playful tone earned him a scowl.
"Yeah well. I just hope you're not the one having to do this next time."
"I can't have kids. You know that."
"The tests aren't foolproof you know."
Ducky chuckled at the banter and helped Tim roll onto his side. Instead of his pillow, Tim used Jethro's legs as the support he needed. It was soon over and the Tim heard Ducky remove the glove with a pop.
"Jethro, Timothy is definitely not in labour. I believe our boy is getting quite adept at recognizing Braxton Hicks. I will say though, Timothy, Your back muscles are painfully knotted." Ducky probed Tim's sore back and frowned. "I think it may be prudent to take your muscle relaxants and pain killers tonight and I want you to rest as much as you can tomorrow because you appear to have over done it a little bit today."
"Tony and Derek are coming for dinner tomorrow night, Ducky. I can't spend all day in bed because we'..."
"I'll go get the groceries so you can rest." Jethro knew how much Tim was looking forward to spending the day with him but didn't want to put Tim at risk. He helped Tim move onto his back again and leaned down to pull his lover's pyjama bottoms back up again.
"I know but I really wanted to go with you. We don't get to do things like that very often." Tim was practically sulking at losing that bit of time with Jethro.
"Timothy, look at it this way. You rest tomorrow and by the evening you will be able to enjoy the meal without being too tired or in pain. Trust me, dear boy. I'm a doctor." The twinkle in Ducky's eyes seemed to help Tim calm down and he could see the exact moment his young, heavily pregnant friend conceded to spending the day in bed. "If you wish, I will come over and keep you company whilst Jethro goes out to get the groceries."
"Thanks Ducky, I'd appreciate that."
Ducky patted his bump and stood up.
"Well gentlemen. Now that my house calls are over, I am going to go home and get some sleep. What time do you want me to come by?"
"About 12 Duck? Why don't you join us? You can stay the day and eat Dinner with your family." Jethro threw the invitation out there knowing that his friend had gone out of his way to come over and put his mind at rest.
"Ah, I have plans for tomorrow night but thank you. I shall see you tomorrow." With that, he left leaving Tim and Jethro sitting in the bed. Tim yawned loudly and started to doze off but was nudged by his lover.
"Come on Timmy. Under the covers and I'll go get you some water so you can take your pills."
"Come on J! It's still early."
"It's coming up to nine and you're exhausted. You heard the doc, rest!" Tim sat up with Jethro's help and scooted up the bed so he could climb under the covers. Once Jethro got him to take his pills, it wasn't long before Tim was laying down with his body pillow comfortably manipulated so he could lay on his side to use it for support. Within minutes of Jethro pulling the comforter up to his shoulders, he was out like a light.
"Sleep well, Timmy." With that, the older man bent down and kissed his lover on the forehead.
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Jethro left Tim sleeping peacefully and walked downstairs to retrieve the file that he had left on the kitchen table. He understood that Derek had helped him out by phoning when Tim was on his way back the other night, but he still had that nagging feeling that bugged him. He knew damn well that he was acting like an over protective father, but he wanted to check out the man Tony had taken as his own. He poured himself a coffee and carried the file into the living room so he could sit and read the profile that Tobias had sent over in comfort.
Name: Derek Morgan
Position:Supervisory Special Agent (SSA), Temporary Interim Unit Chief (Stand in for SSA Aaron Hotchner during sebatical)
Date of birth: 20 April 1970
Age: 30
- Morgan is a confident and assertive character and will stand up for the things that matter to him.
- Black belt in Judo and runs the FBI self-defence classes for both Agents and the general public.
- Has previously served in a bomb squad unit with the Chicago Police Department after attending Northwestern University. He gained his undergraduate and Law degree from the afore mentioned University.
- Specialises in crimes pertaining to obsession and has a wide knowledge of explosives.
- Good team player.
- Has been sexually abused in the past which has led to some trust issues in recent years. This came to light when he was offered the position of head of the New York field office but turned it down when his superior, SSA Hotchner failed to recommend him for the job claiming the trust issues would hold him back.
- Watched as his father was shot down when he was 9 years old and gained a juvenile criminal record for fighting before meeting Carl Buford who took him under his wing and acted as a surrogate father to Agent Morgan. This was the man who sexually assaulted Morgan (as previously mentioned)
In Summary, Derek Morgan has proven himself as a true team player. He has a good working relationship with his peers; especially Dr. Spencer Reed and Penelope Garcia. His trust issues have been known to hold him back at times, though he has made considerable progress in trusting people without too much fear of being let down. It is understood that these trust issues stem from being sexually assaulted by the man who he grew to love as a surrogate father; something which has had a lasting impact on him. Despite this, he has excelled in trying to overcome his fears of rejection and holds people he loves and trusts closely.
The one downfall, Agent Morgan does hold is the fact that he tends to be impulsive and that has been a common theme throughout his career; in recent years, he has been known to drive a bomb to safety and has stood his ground on numerous occasions. Each time was for the benefit of his team and with a total disregard for his own safety.
Recently, he has made claims to being in a relationship and it has been noticed that his demeanour has changed considerably. He is more relaxed and focused and the quality of his work has continued to exceed expectation of his superiors.
All in all, Derek is an asset to the team.
Gibbs sat back and sighed heavily. There was information in there that he knew he shouldn't have been privy too, but he was glad he was and the insight that the short profile provided managed to melt away any bit of doubt he had that Tony's lover would hurt him because by the sound of it, Derek Morgan was loyal to a fault and his recent actions had proven him to be supportive.
"J, you coming to bed."
The sound of Tim's sleepy voice travelled over to him from the staircase and startled him. When he turned, he frowned at the sight of Tim standing there rubbing at his stomach. Jethro stood up with a concerned frown on his face.
"You okay, Timmy?"
"Yeah, just wanted some water and saw you sitting there. What're you doing?" Tim descended the last few stairs and made his way into the kitchen knowing his partner would follow.
"Just going over a profile. Why didn't you call?" Jethro manoeuvred Tim to the kitchen chair and got the water out of the fridge. All of a sudden he was struck by the thought that Tim hadn't eaten yet and swapped it for a glass of apple juice. "You want a sandwich?"
"Hmmm. That would be nice." He watched as Jethro pulled the stuff out of the fridge "I thought you'd be in the basement working on your special project."
"I'll give you that one but my little project is nearly done." Jethro finished the sandwich and put it in front of Tim "Eat that and we'll go to bed because you look as though you could sleep for a year; that and Duck told you to rest."
"I was, but woke up and you weren't there. The bed was cold without you and I was thirsty."
Jethro frowned at Tim and sat down beside him. "Blood sugar?"
"No. Just haven't had enough to drink today. I'm fine, J. You worry too much." Tim started to eat his sandwich; it was delicious and he soon managed to finish it all off. Jethro knew that Ducky had checked it earlier as part of his ministrations, but still worried about Tim having a hypoglycaemic reaction.
"Thanks. That was really good." Tim was genuinely grateful for the special treatment he was getting and watched as Jethro took the plate and put it in the dishwasher."Come to bed, J."
"Come on then. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Well, you have. I get to lounge about in bed all day getting my kidney's kicked by your son." Jethro helped him stand and pulled him into a hug.
"How is he my son when he's playing soccer with your organs?" Jethro chuckled slightly.
"Because you don't get to feel it from this angle." Tim grumped before winking at his partner.
"Yeah, but you wouldn't have it any other way."
"I know. Love you, J." Tim kissed Jethro sensually and pulled away to look over his lover's handsome face. Jethro smiled warmly and pulled him in for a hug.
"I love you too, Timmy."
Chapter End Notes:
A/N - Hi guys, we are so sorry for the extra long wait for and update and we hope this more than makes up for it. Please feel free to give me a big headslap (My friend and co-author has been waiting for me to pull my finger outta my arse for the chapter so it's completely my fault!)
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Anyway, sit back and enjoy
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