I Never Meant To Hurt You

"You didn't," Tony said, a look of realization crossing his face. I had slipped up and used Michael's first name. In that moment, Tony had known what had happened the night before. "Don't tell me." My face dropped as I watched him trying to process what he had just discovered. "Okay, tell me."

"What I did, or did not do is none of your business," I snapped as I picked up my phone and turned away from Tony's accusing stare. I feel his eyes burning into me and I heard his chair creak as he leaned back, still studying me. I bit my lip hard to keep from crying. I couldn't believe that I had done that to Tony. My memory flashed back to a few days before.

"What?" I asked as Tony studied me.

"You don't look so bad, McGee said you were a wreck," Tony said as he reached out to touch my face. Still shaken over the events that had taken place that day I reacted immediately and twisted Tony's arm and slammed it down on my desk. A surprised look crossed Tony's face momentarily.

"I was just gonna tousle your hair, sometimes it makes you smile," Tony said, the hurt clearly shown in his eyes.

"Sorry," I said as I released Tony's hand. He rubbed it and then turned around and took the head shot of the dead girl from McGee.

The car ride had been silent, but I had known that Tony had been itching to say something, but he knew that I was clearly not in the mood. When we were in the bar I could feel his eyes on me the entire time I was talking to Michael.

"Did he do that?" Michael asked as he reached out and brushed my hair off of my forehead, revealing the graze from Hoffman's gun. I could feel Tony's eyes on my and yet I found myself leaning into Michael's touch.

I was getting off of the elevator and I saw Tony walking towards me. I tried to avoid him, but he followed me.

"How tall is your buddy, Locke?" Tony asked.

"About six one, six two," I said with indifference, continuing to walk away.

"How much you think he weighs?" Tony asked. I stopped and turned to face him.

"Why do you ask?" I said, staring Tony down.

"Why don't you answer?" Tony asked suspiciously.

"One seventy, one eighty," I said.

"Abby calculated the height and the weight of the mystery man on the surveillance video, six one, one eighty, just like Locke," Tony said.

"Well, the only thing that proves is that you are jealous," I snapped as I studied the paper I had taken from Tony's hands.

"I'm concerned," Tony said.

Concerned, that was something that I was not expecting from him. The rest of that day, my head raged with an internal battle. I had never meant to sleep with Michael, it had just happened, sort of like me falling in love with Tony. All of my training had screamed against it, but it had happened anyway.

Later that night, after I had given Michael Devon's number and I stood outside the bar looking in, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I never meant to hurt you," I said quietly.

"I know," I heard Tony reply. "I guess I kind of deserve it after what happened with Jeanne."

"I believe you owe me a drink," I said.

"I believe that I do," Tony said as I turned around. Tony placed his hand on my lower back and led me to his car, the battle in my head now quieted.

A/N: You all have my sister to thank for this fic, I wrote it while I was waiting for her to get out of school. Also, check out my blog dedicated to NCIS at journals./chefvamp1125/ncis/. Happy Reading!

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