Lines and Protocol

Rated: M; language, violence, adult situations.

Disclaimer: NCIS doesn't belong to me. ::pout::

Summary: Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll...An undercover assignment takes an unexpected twist. Dangerous lines are crossed and the aftermath could tear them apart... McAbby, Gabby, McGiva, Tiva.

A/N: This is a lot smuttier then I'm used to writing (well it will be in future chapters anyway), but the idea popped into my head and I couldn't resist. It's got a story behind it, so it's not a total smut-fic, but just a warning that there WILL BE intense adult themes.

And for first-time readers on my stories, the ***italicized*** writing signifies the black and white still shot they give us in the show before a scene and at it's moment of meeting. So don't be confused lol.


***Gibbs felt a churning in his gut about the eminent danger he and his team were volunteering to put themselves in...***

Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo's heart pounded in his chest, but he tried not to show it to the dealer in front of him. They hadn't completely expected this to happen. It hadn't been discussed prior to their undercover mission...

Two weeks earlier...

Abigail Sciuto walked into the bullpen, hesitant and afraid as she scanned the busy faces of the four agents at their desks. McGee noticed her first; his gaze drifting from his screen and meeting her eyes.

"What's wrong, Abby?" he asked with furrowed brow. His question drew the attention of the rest of the team. Tony and Ziva glanced up at the goth forensic scientist as she searched the air between them and then turned toward her dearest friend, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, as his concerned eyes met hers.

"Abs?" he asked, "You got something for us?"

"No..." she answered and looked hesitantly at nothing in particular.

"Somethin' troubling you?" he asked as he stood and walked around his desk to stand in front of her. A sheepish look appeared on her face.

"A friend of mine is in trouble..." she said quietly. He squinted at her, eager for her to elaborate. "You said to always come to you, Gibbs. And I thought long and hard about it before I finally came up here... I didn't wanna bug you, but I knew if I didn't, it'd come back to bite me in the ass later." Gibbs smirked at the comment and gently took her upper arm in his hand.

"My office," he said as he lead her out of the bullpen, toward the elevator. The three agents left at their desks all shared quick glances, and Tony and Ziva made there way quickly to McGee's desk as he began scouring Abby's email account.

"I'm in," Tim told them as they watched from either side of his chair. "Most recent non-work related email is from...well, it's a screen name..."

"What's it say?" Tony asked.

"Call me," he replied, then his eyes shifted to the left for a split second before thinking the same thing his partners did, as they said in unison, "Phone record."

"Gibbs, me, Ducky..." Tony read down the list.

"Here is one from early this morning," Ziva pointed at the screen, "Jennifer Hathaway." Tim typed the name into a search and clicked on the result it brought up, opening a picture and information on the woman.

"Lance Corporal Jennifer Hathaway," McGee read as they glanced over the uniformed woman in the picture. "Age twenty-eight; clean record other then a few minor traffic incidents."

"What kinda trouble could she be mixed up in?" Tony wondered out loud...


Gibbs waited for the elevator to move a bit before hitting the emergency switch and bringing it to a dim halt. He turned to Abby, crossing his arms.

"Her name's Jenny Hathaway," she began. "She's a redhead," she smirked, "You'd like her. She's a Marine and she's just a kid, Gibbs. But she's a good person...she didn't mean to get into this mess..."

"What mess, Abs?"

"Before today, last time I talked to her was a month ago. We planned on meeting up once she returned from oversees duty which woulda been last week. But when I got her email, I was pretty freaked out," she was speaking quickly, but he was keeping up with her as he watched her mini-pacing around the small room. "She said she'd found out something about her boyfriend she didn't know. Something bad...but she assured me that she wasn't in any danger," she stopped in front of Gibbs and spoke directly at him, "But this morning, when I called her... Her boyfriend's name is Kyle Glover," she continued her pacing, "He's actually a mutual friend, although we haven't really kept in touch. But when she introduced me he remembered me right away."

"You have that effect on people," Gibbs smirked, trying to calm her down. She gave him a small smile.

"He seemed like a really nice guy...he's a Marine too. They met on tour in Iraq three years ago. But Jenny said he was involved in some kinda drug-related crime. He's dealing. And she's afraid of how he might react if she leaves him. And she says something big is about to happen...something she was afraid to talk about over the phone. But she's in trouble...I can just tell...I've got this feeling in my gut."

Gibbs stopped her by grabbing her arms and holding her in place in front of him. "She report this?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Like I said, she's freaked out that something bad might happen. She made me promise not to tell anyone. She loves him. But she's terrified. I can't just let something bad happen to her, Gibbs. I feel like she was telling me 'goodbye'." Her glassy eyes darted back and forth between his.

"I'm glad you came to me, Abs," he told her. "We'll figure this out. They're both Marines, so this is our jurisdiction," he let go of her and hit the emergency switch again, causing the elevator to light up and begin moving. "You know where they are?"

"Not far from here," she replied, "Landover. They have a house there."

"Okay," he said calmly. "I want you to go to your lab and let me worry about this for now," he put his hand on her cheek. She nodded, though the worry was still on her face. "I'll be down to talk to you when I find something out, okay?"


When Gibbs entered the bullpen, he silently approached the three agents that stood in front of the large screen as they continued a conversation they'd already begun. They hadn't heard him come up, and hadn't realized he was back until he spoke from behind them.

"How'd you come up with that?" he asked when he saw Hathaway and Glover up on the screen. Their heads turned, surprised by his presence.

"Did a little digging when you disappeared with Abby," Tony spoke up for them. Gibbs cocked his head with a smirk on his face.

"What did you find?"

"Kyle Glover, Marine Lance Corporal; currently dating same rank Jennifer Hathaway. Nothing on their records as far as we can tell," Tony explained.

"Abby says Glover is dealing, and Hathaway is in danger," Gibbs told them.

"She is," came a familiar voice, and they looked over at Agent Tobias Fornell as he entered the bullpen. Gibbs cocked his jaw.

"Why the hell is it you know exactly when to show up?" Gibbs smirked. Tony had a clever response in mind, but held his tongue.

"Kyle Glover is being investigated by my office," Tobias said as he approached them. "We've been monitoring all in and out-going calls from his and Hathaway's phone line. Got an interesting hit this morning when she got a call from your Abigail Sciuto."

"It's a friend of hers. She called her because she said she was in trouble," Gibbs defended. "What do you know about this?"

"Enough not to take down Glover yet," he said. "He's a small piece to a very big puzzle, and we want the whole thing put away."

"How big?" Tony asked.

"Big enough to come down here and ask you a favor..."


"Let me get this straight," Director Leon Vance said to Fornell. The entire team, plus Abby and Agent Fornell, were seated at the conference table in Vance's office. "You wanna use my team to take down a major coke ring, because the FBI hasn't been able to do it themselves?"

"I've lost good men in this fight, Director," Vance said, "We've done what we can-"

"And you wanna put these agents, and my forensic scientist in that same dangerous situation?"

"Miss Sciuto already has an established line of communication and friendship with one of the major dealers in the area."

"And you honestly think that this is the best way to get inside?" Vance glared.

"No," Fornell returned the glare, "It's our only way..." The agents glanced back and forth between the two as they exchanged silent aggravation.

"We can do this, Director," Abby spoke up, quietly. Vance looked at her, and she suddenly became self-conscious. "Glover trusts me."

"What exactly is the plan?" Vance turned back to Fornell.

"I wanna send them in undercover. Abby can introduce them; get them trusted amongst the group. Word on the street is, they're planning to receive a big delivery and they're looking for receivers."

"This isn't football, Agent Fornell," Vance quipped.

"I think you know what I mean," Tobias raised his voice, his tolerance for the director's attitude running thin.

"Yeah, I do. But I don't see how you could know all of this, but not have made an arrest on your own."

"Stone, the guy we're trying to take down, changes reception multiple times. We can never keep up with it. There's no way, besides being psychic or extremely lucky, that we can intercept in time to pin it on him. Keeps getting away clean." Fornell watched the director as he considered the request.

"What do you think about all of this, Agent Gibbs?" Vance said as he looked over at him.

"Stone is responsible for sixty-eight percent of drug-related crimes in over three states," Gibbs said. "If the FBI is right, there could be several Marines involved."

"Taking Stone down would make two years of hard work worth while," Tobias added. Vance looked at Abby.

"You're sure you wanna do this?" he asked, "Are you aware of the danger involved?"

"I have friends in there, Director," she said bravely. "They are in danger. And I wanna help."

"Dinozzo, McGee, David?" Vance looked at them.

"We're with Abby, a hundred percent," Tony answered for them. Vance looked back at Fornell as he pursed his lips.

"I suppose you'll be wanting me to assist with surveillance?" he asked him.

"With me, yeah," he responded. "I've got a team that's been on this case since day one, and I have a feeling someone is actually a mole. This'll be completely out of the radar from the FBI. No one knows about it but us..."


Tony spun around on the stool in Abby's lab, bored out of his mind. Abby was busy scruffing gel into McGee's hair so that it would look a bit messier then his normal well-kempt, nice-guy look. Gibbs and Ziva stood next to each other, leaning back against the refrigerator, watching the other agents.

"Tony," Ziva said, "You are going to vomit if you continue to spin around like that." He stopped and squinted at her. A smirk formed on her lips.

"I'm not gonna puke," he replied and spun once more to look back at Abby's work. "Lookit the Probie," he smirked, "If you squint, he kinda looks like Matt Daemon in The Bourne Identity." Tim made a face at him.

"Funny you should say that, Tony," Abby said as she finished and turned to him. He looked at her in question. "I went ahead and made everyone's cover identities," she turned to her computer and pulled up McGee's new ID. "McGee is now Daemon," she told them. "Professor Timothy Daemon. You teach online computer courses for college level students."

"No fun if you gotta use your own first name, Abs," Tony said.

"Everyone keeps their first name, Tony," she said. "Easier not to slip up and give ourselves away... Oh! Well, Gibbs gets a new first name though," she said as she glanced up when she saw him and Ziva come into view of the screen. "I figured since we're all used to calling you 'Gibbs', I'd give you Gibson as your first name." Gibbs cocked his head.

"I'm a driver?" he asked, squinting at the screen.

"We have to bring a variety of skills, Gibson Price," she smirked at him. "Tony, you're Anthony Daemon."

"You gave me the same last name as McGee," he pointed out.

"Yep," she smiled at him, "That's because you guys are now brothers." Tony let out a small laugh.

"Are you serious?" his smile faded.

"As a heart attack. You fight like brothers. It was that or his life partner," she grinned. Tony's eye twitched at her. Gibbs smirked and Ziva laughed through her nose. "Ziva, you get a new name, but you're nickname will be easy to remember. Zipporah, or Zee for short. Zipporah Hart. Private martial Arts instructor." Ziva nodded in acceptance.

"That sounds like a stripper name," Tony gave Ziva a devious grin, then felt a slap on the back of his head and the smile immediately faded. "Sorry, Boss."

"And I, of course, am still me. But I no longer work for NCIS."

"So, what do you do?" Gibbs asked. She grinned at him.

"I'm your girlfriend." Gibbs raised his brows before furrowing them. "Don't be embarrassed, Gibbs. Jenny knows I'm into older men, so it'll be believable." Tony turned to his Boss with a smirk playing on his lips. But Gibbs turned to him and held up a finger.

"Not a word, Dinozzo," he glared.

"I wasn't gonna say anything," he defended. Gibbs squinted at him, and Tony turned back to Abby. "So Ziva's my girlfriend?" he shot a glance at Ziva.

"Nope," she replied. "Timmy's." McGee's eyes went wide.

"Uh...are you...are you sure that's gonna...work, Abby?" Tim stuttered, and glanced over to Ziva who was looking at him with a curled up corner of her mouth.

"Tony plays a better drifter," Abby said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Tony asked her with an offended look on his face.

"Oh, Tony!" Abby put her hands on either side of his face, "I just meant you're a better actor. You can do Dirty Harry better than anyone." He smirked at her, cocking his head a bit when her hands left his face.

"So what do I do for a living?" he inquired.

"You're a drifter, Tony," she repeated. "You do odd jobs...nothing you can put in a resume. You're tagging along for the job," she raised her brows on the last word. He didn't look very convinced. "If it makes you feel better, you and Zipporah secretly like each other," she smirked.

"This is an undercover mission, Abby," Gibbs said, "Not Days of Our Lives."

"I know," she said, "So I had a little more fun then I should have. Sue me." Gibbs smirked...


"Stone is smart," Fornell said as the team stood in the evidence garage being read in. "There's no way we can get wires or video feed inside. He'll take your phones when you get there as well."

"How will you find us?" Tony asked. Tobias picked up a leather jacket and handed it to him, "The zipper tag has a GPS locator chip. Wear this wherever you change locations to. We'll track it when we know you're moving," he turned to Gibbs, but addressed them all, "Once you're in, Stone will only return your weapons. We have new issues for each of you, registered with your cover names. Same for the cell phones, although they won't be returned, if you go in without them, it'll seem suspicious."

"When is the delivery date?" Gibbs asked.

"Tomorrow night," he replied. "They're receiving a small delivery tonight, but we wanna bust them with the heavy stuff."

"What if he chooses not to employ us?" Ziva asked.

"He'll employ you," he said. "Stone is an arrogant son of a bitch. He'll hire anyone willing to work for him. But he'll kill and relocate the moment he suspects betrayal. So, it's important you keep your cover...at any cost..."

***Gibbs gut churned at the danger he was about to volunteer his team into...***


Let me know what you think thus far! Risky roads ahead...both for the team, and my writing. Lol. I'm nervous!!