"Damn it Spencer! Can you not manage to stay out of danger for an hour?" Lassiter growled at the grinning, and extremely drugged, psychic. "Stop smiling! You could have died! And then I would die when your father killed me!"
"You're so cute when you're worried, Lassy" Shawn grabbed Lassiters flailing arm tugged him closer. "Thank you" he said seriously. Carlton shifted, uncomfortable, but nodded. "Lets blow this Popsicle stand!"
Shawn tried to pull himself out of bed with the help of his grip on Lassy but the detective just pushed him back down. "Oh no Spencer, we're staying until you are cleared to leave by a doctor."
"Party pooper" Shawn sulked. Carlton sighed and settled in to watch his charge. Shawn's hand remained gripping Carlton's arm.
"Gibbs!" Abby's voice was a little rough from the smoke inhalation but she was still cheerful. Gibbs was glad for that. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the head. "Gibbs, you need to hurry. Tony is here! The psychic told me."
"I know Abbs, we got him. He's not running any more." Gibbs smiled softly.
"Aww did you tell him how you feel?" Abby asked. The older agent gave her a questioning look. "Don't give me that look. You two have been dancing around each other for years! The office had finally stopped betting on it because no one thought you'd get together."
Gibbs chuckled, "Yeah Abbs, I told him."
"Good, now go to him! Go! Have wild pent up feelings sex!" Abby demanded.
"Alright, I'm going. We'll come visit later," Gibbs left after one more hug.
"That was Hotch, the day is saved, my little duckies" Penelope cooed. The rest of the room gave relieved sighs. "Fort is dead. Abby and Shawn are being treated at Carillion clinic. They're fine, just some minor injuries," Garcia smiled at her monitors and gave a little whoop of joy. It was finally over. This job gave her a chance to help people but it always got stressful when the cases hit closer to home. She'd only just met the psychic and the goth girl but they had both made an impression.
In the corner, Ziva and Emily were locked in a hug. Neither wanted to let the other go. It had been so long since the last time but the connection was still there. They were both older and had changed in different ways, but ways that complimented each other.
"You know, I do believe I have some saved up vacation time," Ziva said, dropping a not at all subtle hint.
"What a coincidence, me too," Emily said and smiled. She placed a quick kiss on the edge of Ziva's nose. They both looked over when the jangling from Tony's handcuffs got louder.
"My hands are falling asleep," Tony complained. Ziva rolled her eyes but gave a small smile.
"I might be more sympathetic if you hadn't abandoned us because you and Gibbs were not reading from the same paper," Ziva said.
"It's on the same page, Zi-va," Tony corrected her automatically. Then he paused as a random thought struck him, "Crap."
"What?" Emily asked.
"I broke the lease on my apartment, where the hell am I going to stay?" Tony asked.
"Spare room is still open at my home," Gibbs said from the door way. He was still in the soot stained raid gear from the farm. He crossed the room and knelt in front of Tony's sprawled form, "that is if you don't want to share mine."
"I dunno boss, you going to handcuff me to the bed so I can't leave?" Tony asked, half mocking, half serious. As kinky fun as that sounded, his arms were starting to cramp. Gibbs pulled out his key and unlocked the metal cuffs. He gently helped Tony lower his arms and rubbed at his wrists.
"Long as you promise not to go anywhere that I can't follow," Gibbs said, his heart on his sleeve.
"Promise," Tony said. Gibbs kissed him gently and cupped his face. There the click of a camera and some ooohing but they ignored it in favor of the feel of the other, finally where they should be.
"I hate to break this up but there is a lot of paper work that need to get done," J.J. Said. She tried and failed to suppress a smile at the romance. I should call Will, she thought.
Gibbs pulled back first but left his hand, thumb stroking over Tony's cheek. Tony leaned in to the touch. J.J. Sighed behind them, "no, really. A building burned down. That's at least 10 pages in triplicate." Tony rolled his eyes but finally pulled back from Gibbs, remembering his need to visit the bathroom.