Chapter 154: The Good Day
It was a really good day.
Tim had been comfortably asleep, warm, snuggled up with
Abby, feeling decently rested because they'd gotten to bed fairly early the
night before. And as he was laying there, mostly asleep and very happy to be
that way, he slowly started to wake up to the feeling of Abby rubbing against
him.
Rubbing against him in a very determined sort of way. In a
your-morning-erection-is-very-convienently-located-and-I-intend-to-take-advantage-of-it sort of way.
Best he could remember the last time that had happened, last
time she'd been awake before him to even think about doing this was their
honeymoon.
And Tim wholeheartedly agreed that doing this was a very
good idea.
"Good morning, Mrs. McGee." He figures that'll get
old eventually, but so far calling her that is still a kick.
"Good morning." She shifted a little, hitching her
leg over his, giving him a little help on the angle with her hand, and he
moaned as he slipped into hot and wet and glorious.
"God, baby, that's a great way to wake up."
"Thought you'd like it."
"You're welcome to wake me up like this whenever you
want." He punctuated that with a slow, gentle thrust, as his hand found
her breast. "You liking it, too?"
She arched back. "Oh yeah, we're good."
They caught a case, but it wasn't a murder.
Paperwork days are boring. Murder cases aren't boring, but
they are depressing. (Especially right now.)
Today's case, a kidnapping, is usually the worst, but
today's case is also special.
Staff Sargeant Elana Bonsom was being sent to Afghanistan
next week. Her daughter, Mandy, was being sent to live with her grandparents,
in Montana. Her father, Dan Rogrique, Elana's ex, had taken the girl. And left
a note saying he'd taken her.
So, while the hunt was on, there was significantly less
urgency than usual because the one thing they aren't afraid of is Mandy getting
killed.
Sure, dealing with Elana begging to get her daughter back
was unpleasant.
And then it got worse when they finally caught Dan with
Mandy, (Idiot had his phone on and on him. Grabbing them took an hour and a
half, one minute of which was spent pinging his phone, eighty-nine of which
were spent driving to their location.) and got his side of it, namely he's got
joint custody with Elana, but she won't let him have their daughter for the
year-long deployment and was instead sending her to Montana, where her parents
live, where he can't afford to go, rather than let her live with him.
It got even more complicated when the different lawyers
showed up, Dan's yelling about how he was being denied access to his child,
Elana's claiming he was an unfit parent because he kidnapped her, along with
Child and Family Services who didn't want either of those two anywhere near
Mandy.
So, yeah, by the end of it, Gibbs was ready to smack
everyone involved in the case upside the head. But no one was dead. No one was
going to be dead. And it hadn't been boring.
Tim and Tony cut out early. The sound of lawyers squabbling
in the conference room a screechy soundtrack for heading for the elevator.
Tim had expected Tony to hit the button for the ground
floor, but he stabbed the one that took them to Autopsy instead.
"We've got the afternoon free, let's grab Jimmy and get
you two measured for wedding tuxes."
"Don't you need an appointment for that?"
"Made one at lunch when it looked like this was going
to get wrapped fast."
"Okay."
They got down there a few seconds later, and found Jimmy and
Ducky in the midst of sterilizing every piece of glassware.
"Anthony, Timothy, what brings you down here?"
Ducky asks as they head into Autopsy.
"I was hoping to grab the Gremlin and see if I can make
these two look great in a tux or die trying."
Jimmy looked up from his pipettes, raised an eyebrow at Tony
and said, voice bone dry, "I look fine in a tux, Tony, Tim's the one who
can't wear one to save his life."
"Fine isn't good enough. This is my wedding, and you
are going to look better than fine. So, can the glassware wait until
tomorrow?"
"I believe it can, Anthony. Go about your Herculean
labors," Ducky says with a smile.
"I really don't look that bad in a tux," Tim adds.
"Uh huh." Tony flashes him a sideways look as
Jimmy puts down his pipettes. "You always look like you're about to jump
out of your skin when you're in a suit of any kind."
"I didn't say I liked wearing them, I said I don't look
terrible in them."
"You look terrible in them because you hate wearing
them." Jimmy says as he grabs his cell out of his pocket and flashes a
text to Breena. "Just checking in and letting her know I should be home on
time."
"Can't imaging this'll take more than three
hours," Tony says. "So why do you hate suits? You used to wear them
every day."
"Because it was the dress code, Tony, and I don't hate
them, I just don't like them."
"Then why don't you like them?" Jimmy asks.
"It's obviously not that they're too hot, you wear long sleeves and a
jacket year-round."
"I don't know. I just don't like them."
Jimmy raises an eyebrow at him.
"Fine, I don't like them because my dad used to make me
wear them all the time. And looking dumb in them just made it worse. So, where
are we going?" Tim asks as they got into Tony's car.
"Dominic Lawson. My tailor."
"You have a tailor?" Jimmy looks utterly shocked
by this idea.
"Part of the reason why I always look great in suits is
that I have them made for me. Part of the reason he looks like a twit and you
look 'fine' is because you buy off the rack."
"How much is this going to cost?" Jimmy asks.
"Less than what you won in the when are Tony and Ziva
getting engaged pool."
"You won that?" Tim asks, curious. He's generally
not too hooked into the NCIS betting pool, so he hadn't even noticed there was
a Tony and Ziva one going.
"Well, yeah." Jimmy rolls his eyes a little, of
course he won it. He's won a good two-thirds of the pools that have been up in
the last three years, mostly because he's got nothing against asking whoever it
is what they're going to do.
"How?" Tim looks amazed.
"Same way I won yours."
"You cheated?" Tim asks.
"Of course."
"He cheated on yours?" Tony's giving Palmer an
exasperated look. He'd lost two hundred dollars on that thing.
"He kept asking when I was going to do it, so I flat
out told him."
"And that worked with Tony, too." They both just
look at him. "What? It was an easy way to finance your wedding presents. I
always use the money for a present for whoever the pool is on." Which was
probably why no one complains about his unusually high win percentage.
"Speaking of which, you guys going to set up a gift
registry?" Tim asks Tony.
"Nah. There's twenty people coming to our wedding, and
all of them know us well enough we don't need one. Plus filling out a 'here's
what presents to get us' list feels weird."
"Better than getting fourteen blenders," Jimmy
says. Even with a registry, Breena's extended family and friends got them
duplicate and triplicates of several things, and returning them wasn't either
of their idea of fun.
"Still feels weird."
"Speaking of weird," Jimmy says a minute later as
they pull up in front of an elegant brownstone in a very upscale neighborhood.
"Tony, this looks like a house."
"It is a house. He works out of his top floor,"
Tony answers as they got out of the car and followed him to the front steps.
"Your tailor works out of his attic?" Tim asks
while Tony hit the doorbell.
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"He used to have a place out on Jensen, but decided to
scale back five years ago."
If Tim had an idea in mind of what a tailor would look like,
it certainly wasn't the man who answered the door. He'd expected the
exquisitely dressed part. That was a given. The looked to be at most thirty,
ebony skin, and Italian accent all took him by surprise. (For whatever reason,
in Tim's mental landscape, tailors are old, white, and British.)
"Tony!"
"Dom." They did that wide-armed hug thing that Tim
thinks of as being a very Italian sort of gesture.
Dom looked at both of them, smiled, and said to Tony,
"You are right. Tall, pale, and skinny, and taller, paler, slightly less
skinny. But we'll make them look great. Come in friends!" And thus they
were ushered into a posh, that's the best word Tim can think of to describe the
place, everything about it is expensive and oozes class, living room, offered
tea or coffee, while Tony and Dom talked about the wedding plans and how the
last suit Dom had made for Tony was working out.
Dom's measuring him, very thoroughly, extremely thoroughly,
honestly, he's had sex that involved less touching than what's happening right
now, (Really, why is this guy measuring around his upper thigh?) chatting away
about single breasted, slim cut, silk wool blend, double vent, cutting the
lapels to make his face look less long, (Tim has literally no idea at all what
Dom means by that. He's just nodding and smiling at that point, way, way, way
out of his depth.) telling Tony that yes, with those two (Tim assumes Dom means
him and Jimmy) that vests and ties will look vastly superior to bow ties and
cummerbunds, and that given this is a wedding a satin stripe on the leg and the
pocket would probably look good, but without it, the suits will be much more
wearable for other occasions.
And Tony's just chatting right back with him, completely
comfortable, seeming to understand this bizarre onslaught of terms. Jimmy's got
his phone out and for a moment Tim thought he might have been googling to
figure out what's going on, but he sees Jimmy's thumbs flashing over the
screen, so he's probably texting home again.
He holds up his phone and snaps a picture of Tim, trussed up
in measuring tape.
"What was that?"
"Breena wants me to document the possibility of you
looking good in a suit."
Tim looks at Dominic and says, "I really don't look
that bad in one."
Dominic looks at Tony, who shakes his head and mouths the
word, awful.
"You buy your suits pre-made?"
"Yeah."
"And that is why you look bad in them. You have a very
long body."
"I'm six one."
Dom smiled at him, measuring the circumference of his wrist
over his watch. (Seriously, what the hell does he need that for? Tim's half
expecting the back wall to vanish, revealing wand boxes stacked to the
ceiling.) "You are tall, also. But long and tall are not the same thing.
Your body is a series of ovals. Oval face, oval torso, oval legs."
"Okay." He agrees about his face, but isn't seeing
it for the rest of him.
"Tony is more square. Jimmy, more rectangular. Suits
are made to play up the square shape of a man's body. If your body doesn't have
that shape naturally, and the suit is not made properly, it will just sort of
lay on the shoulders and hips, looking soft and floppy. Build the suit right,
and it will hold the proper shape."
"Uh huh."
Then Dom got going about shoulder and hip width ratios and
how to balance them with height as Tony and Jimmy were snickering about the
soft and floppy bit. Tim didn't quite catch what Tony said to Jimmy, something
less-than-complimentary about his masculinity in regards to soft and floppy,
but Jimmy outright laughed at it, and best Tim can remember that's the first
time in a month Jimmy's full-on laughed, so that made Tim happy.
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