Shirtless

Author Notes: This is a rewrite of the shirtless scenes from the episodes SWAK season 2, and Dead and Unburied season 4. Because my mind seems to permanently reside in the gutter.


“Take your shirt off.”
For a brief moment everyone froze. Tim stared at Gibbs as if he’d gone mad. They were after all at work standing in the middle of the bullpen in fact. He looked down at his dress shirt, which was now also covered in blood.
“Well I know it’s kind of messy.”
“The shirt McGee, take it off now.”
Tony had turned to him waiting to see what he would do. From her desk Ziva also watched intently. It hadn’t been very long since both Tim and Gibbs had come out. No doubt Tony and Ziva were just waiting for all there theorizing about the details of the other two’s relationship to be proven or disproved. Tim stared at his partner trying to figure out what the hell Gibbs was up to. He glanced at Tony who seemed to have stopped breathing. Finally he moved, throwing his suit jacket onto the chair behind his desk and stripping off the bloody shirt as Gibbs stood holding out a plastic bag. Ziva leaned back in her chair eyes narrowed as if expecting a show. Tony slowly backed away, a worried look on his face, as if he to expected a display of some kind too. Gibbs seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air slapped the plastic bag containing Tim’s shirt against Tim’s chest.
“Bring it down to Abby.”
He moved closer to Tim, so close they were almost touching, then his eyes raked up and down the other man’s newly bared chest. Tim could feel himself begin to flush; it was truly ridiculous how easily Gibbs could make him feel hot and bothered.
“Or would you rather wait for a search warrant.”
Gibbs’ voice had deepened and softened and Tim opened his mouth to say something, but Gibbs was gone.
Gibbs stopped in the men’s bathroom. He had to talk to the Director but he figured he should probably take a few minutes to get the picture of Tim standing topless in the middle of the bullpen out his head, first. Leaning against the row of sinks Gibbs reminded himself that this was the reason they usually stayed away from these kinds of situations at work. Yet still he couldn’t help thinking of Tim back there, shirtless, more then a little flustered, and totally desirable. That image led directly to the first time Gibbs’ had seen Tim without a shirt on in the office. During the case with the plague contaminated SWAK, right after Tim had first come to work for Gibbs. In one of the decon showers. Gibbs groaned and let his head fall forward to rest against the mirror, now he had images of wet, shirtless, Tim in his head. The situation had just gotten very hard, in more ways then one, which meant it was also very bad. Gibbs’ mind had gone renegade however and refused to cooperate still playing the memory of that day. When he’d walked by the other showers on the way to his own, and seen Tim, water cascading down his chest and back, even caught a glimpse of the tattoo. Then there had been the whole conversation about Honey Dust and the feel of skin against skin. It was a good thing they made those showers cold.
Gibbs clenched his teeth and forced himself to think of dead bodies, beetles, and his ex-wives. Finally when he thought he had himself back under control, he straightened, rearranged his coat and went to find the Jen. As he exited the men’s bathroom and entered the Director’s office he wondered if Tim would be up for a little role-playing later that night or shower sex or even both. Throughout his conversation with the Director he was a little bit distracted, but if Jen noticed she didn’t say anything.