WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUAL THEMED STUFF
"So when can I get untied?"
Abby was tied to a chair, sitting back to back with McGee. Ziva was passed out on the couch with another guy supervising her. Gibbs was handcuffed to another chair across the room.
Charles looked at her with a disbelieving look. In a very deep southern accent he exclaimed, "You just sprayed Lizzie in the face with mace! I'm sorry to say but at the moment I don't trust you."
Abby sighed as McGee gave a small chuckle as he whispered, "You put this on yourself, Abbs"
Abby sighed, "Ya' know. The last time we were in a room with you tied up I remember it being a lot more fun than this." McGee slightly blushed at the comment but before he could come back at her, he saw Tony and the blonde, British girl come into the room.
The girl nodded to Charles and said, "They're good. We just apparently spooked them. Tony, 'ere says we 'ave his word that they won't hut us."
Tony walked over to where Ziva was laying and shoo'ed her "supervisor" away. Tony sat down on the couch and moved her head on his lap. "Where's Jimmy?"
Charlie answered, "He was the only one who didn't throw punches or threaten us. And he said he was involved in the medical field so he's helping Lizzie out."
Tony couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, if you consider an autopsy gremlin involved in the medical field."
Charles shoved away his comment and then let Abby and McGee go. McGee went over and sat in the love seat by Tony and Ziva. Abby started to walk around the room to get an idea on how the place was set up. After he got released, Gibbs just stood and stared uncertainly at the stranger group that was before him.
Claire left the room, most likely to go check on her sister.
Charles sighed and asked, "So what would ya''ll like to know?"
No one spoke up. Gibbs finally spoke up and said, "We're all pretty tired. I'm personally sorry for causing the stress. We've all been through a lot today."
Charles accepted this by nodding his head, "Well we don't have many rooms open, at the most 4, but you all seemed paired up so that shouldn't be a problem. There are some spare clothes in the laundry room. We tried to find as many that would fit all ya'll."
There was a deep sigh of relief. Everyone couldn't wait to get the sweaty, dirty clothes off and in some new ones.
"Showers of course don't work but there's a lake not far from here. I'd advise that you save that for tomorrow though. We like to not go out at night time in case some of those things wander by. "Charles looked towards the window as if one was gonna pop through right at that moment.
Abby hesitantly asked. "Exactly how safe is the house?"
Charles looked back at the whole group and then back at the window. "Well, considering that this whole epidemic has only lasted for about one day, it's only safe to say that this will be the first trial run. Since the crazy people haven't found this house yet, I'd say it's the only chance ya'll got. That is of course unless you want to go out at night time and find a different house."
They all looked at each other. Everyone knew that, safe or not, they were staying here at least for the night.
Suddenly Ziva started regaining consciousness. Tony sat her up but brought his arm over her chest. Charles asked, "What are ya' doin'?"
"Ziva still has no clue that you guys aren't trying to kill us."
As if on cue, Ziva woke up but still was quite groggy. It didn't really stop her from trying to at least get off the couch but Tony still had his arm securely around her middle.
"Tony, what are you doing? Let me go!" Ziva tried to rip away from him but she was about as coherent as a town drunk at the moment.
"Ziva, calm down. Everything's okay. It turns out that they were helping us, they just have funny way of making friends." Tony loosened his grip as Ziva calmed down a little. She brought her hand to her head and winced.
Charles looked at her sympathetically, "I'm really sorry for all the chemicals, but you really gave us no choice." Ziva shook her head as if shaking it hard enough would get the chemically induced headache out.
After everything settled down, Claire walked in and said, "Lizzie'll be fine. Pepaspray huts like a bitch but you all had your reasuns."
Abby turned to Claire, "I am really sorry about that I just-"
Claire interrupted her, "Just make sure it doesn't happen again, and we will be fine."
Abby nodded.
Gibbs nodded in unison and said, "Thank you, we really do appreciate you helping us out. We just act a lot like a single unit and when we think one another are in danger we usually shoot first, ask questions later."
Charles smiled and said, "Look man, it's all water under the bridge. As long as you guys don't pull any crap again, we should be cool from now on."
Abby called dibs on the bathroom as McGee made himself comfortable on the worn bed. It was more comfortable than a boulder for damn sure. He looked over towards the bathroom and sighed. "Sure feels nice to be in a house again."
Abby was apparently brushing her teeth, "Mhmm."
McGee smiled, thinking about how this seemed too much like when things were normal. His smile faltered a little as he thought about the possibilities that the world he knew would never exist again. He would always have to live in fear that one of those crazy people will make their way into his life and tear away all the things he loved.
His thoughts were interrupted by Abby coming out of the bathroom reading a magazine. Her hair was down; she had a shirt that was way too big on her, and boxer briefs to complement her manly attire.
She leaned against the bathroom door, reading the magazine. McGee knew exactly what game she was playing. As soon as Abby looked up from the magazine there was McGee, inches from her.
"So you caught on." She giggled as he put an arm around her waist.
"Yeah, I know you all too well Abby." McGee looked intently into her eyes. He leaned in but Abby closed the distance pulling them both in a hungry kiss.
Abby pushed McGee on the bed and climbed on top but she was surprised when McGee flipped her over. He grinned at her as she smirked at him. "Something tells me you've gotten less green through the years. "
McGee leaned down to kiss her but stopped inches from her lips. "You have no idea."
"Stop teasing and kiss me damn it." She grabbed the back of his head and their lips once again met in a feverish kiss. He lowered down to her pulse point and sucked gently there for a few moments. His lips slowly made their way to the hollow of her neck. He played with the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up slightly.
"Please…" she uttered a low, husky whisper.
"Please what?" McGee prodded, lifting her shirt over her head along with his. His lips met the valley between her breasts and he started from there slowly making his way down to her stomach.
"Just, please." Suddenly she grabs him and pulls him up forcefully into deep long kiss. "I need you now. Foreplay can come another time." McGee nodded and reached for her boxer briefs and her to his.
Suddenly an urgent knocking started at the door.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" McGee was tempted to just go on with it. He looked at Abby for approval but disappointingly she rolled her eyes in frustration, got off the bed, and grabbed her shirt.
McGee made a sort of growling sound in the back of his throat and put back his shirt back on. He yelled through the door, "The house better be fucking on fire."
He could make out Tony's voice on the other side, "There's been an accident."
