You belong to me now.

Those words echoed in my head for hours. I barely felt the head slaps as Tony and Kate gave me their welcome to the team. It didn't matter; Gibbs had said that I belonged to him.

Belonging…I've always wanted to belong somewhere, or some when, to someone. Now I have that chance. Oh, I doubt very much if it means much more than welcome to his team, but I'm there at least. I belong to him.

As the months pass I realize that belonging to him means different things on different days. On the days that Tony's being an utter ass and Abby is being a witch, I don't exist. I've learned to hide in the corner on those days, behind my computers so that I don't annoy Gibbs more than he already is. I wonder sometimes if he regrets having me here, he hasn't really said anything to me since that first time…that first saying of belonging.

His growls are worse on some days of the year too. Tony said that the one day of phone calls was an ex-wife calling. That's when I wanted to just pickup the phone and say, "Hi, he's busy with someone else right now. I can take a message." And just hang up on her. But that would be rude.

There are other days though…he's almost sad…he's contemplative for lack of a better word. Reflective? Definitely turned inwards. Yet he shakes it off and starts growling louder than before. Hurt,…that's what it is…someone or something hurt him and it gives him that bear with a sore paw growl.

Strangely enough those are the days that I want to just reach out and wrap my arms around him, let him know that he's not alone and he doesn't have to hurt anymore. Who am I kidding? I'm just a probie agent, the new kid on the block who tries everyone's patience without meaning to. Besides if I did that everyone would think that we're an item although a look from Gibbs would soon set them straight.

A knocking at his door has Tim shutting his journal entry and moving his laptop to the side of the bed as he heads to the main room to see who it is. The sight of a silver haired, blue eyed man stops him just short of the doorway.

"Just a sec-uh boss? Was there a call out?"

Gibbs looks around the tidy apartment, smiling inwardly to himself in pleasure. He'd thought that Tim would be a neatnik and from what he can see so far, his youngest agent is just that. He takes a second to look his youngest agent up and down, noting absently that McGee is in boxers and a loose t-shirt.

"Boss, is everything okay?"

"Yeah it's all fine McGee."

Tim looks at him clearly wondering what Gibbs is doing there. Realizing that he's not going to get an answer straight away, Tim heads towards the small kitchen and puts on a pot of coffee. He turns to go put on some jeans when he runs into Gibbs.

"Smells good, what blend do you use?"

Tim blinks then looks at the can. "Folgers, original brew."

Gibbs steps closer and Tim takes a step back. He had almost managed to convince himself that Gibbs's eyes weren't really that blue. Seeing the piercing stare aimed at him Tim swallows and Gibbs follows the movement of Tim's Adam's apple.

"Do I really make you that nervous McGee?"

"When you stare at me like that yes."

"Like what?"

"Likeyouwanttodevourme." Tim's words all run together and Gibbs smiles a faintly feral smile. He presses closer and Tim is cornered.

"I told you months ago that you're mine now. You…belong…to…me." Gibbs lightly accentuates the last four words with kisses to Tim's neck. Tim shivers at the sensation and Gibbs smiles with satisfaction.

"You never…you didn't say…why now…?" Tim is confused and Gibbs runs a hand lightly over the younger man's chest.

"I thought the answer to that would be easy. I expected you to show up before now."

Tim looks at him stunned. Gibbs pulls away clearly not expecting that reaction. He saunters towards the doorway and Tim blurts out.

"Wait…I...show up where? What are you trying to tell me? Where am I supposed to be going? I don't even know where you live."

It's Gibbs turn to be surprised. "You don't? You're an investigator McGee."

"I don't invade other people's privacy boss at least, not those that I work with."

"Then, it hasn't been on purpose." Gibbs quiet musing brings Tim a step closer to him.

"You aren't exactly easy to read. One moment you're hot and then you go cold. Do you know that since the time you told me that I "belong to you" you've barely said a word to me and when you do it's not usually complimentary. Between your moods and Abby's it's been easier to stay in the background. When you throw Kate and Tony into the mix, I'm almost safer behind my computers."

Tim stalks back to the kitchen, not sure what had prompted him to speak out like that. Behind him he can hear the front door latching and he sighs certain that he's lost all chances now of finding out just what Gibbs had meant by belonging to him.

Strong, calloused hands slip around his waist and he stiffens slightly as he's pulled into Gibbs embrace. One of those hands slips under his t-shirt and Tim inhales as the callused appendage runs over his bare chest.

"I want you, Tim. I've wanted you for the past few months. I've waited for you to come down and tell me that you want me too." Gibbs runs a hand over Tim's boxers and smiles at the response he gets. "Although if that's anything to go by, I'd say the indicators are there that my feelings are reciprocated."

"This isn't just a one night stand is it boss? If it is, you need to leave and I'll be putting in my resignation come Monday."

Gibbs freezes at the implication. He slowly spins Tim around to face him. The younger man is biting his lower lip, clearly wanting to believe that Gibbs wants him yet afraid that it's only for a quickie. After all, Gibbs has never told or shown him otherwise. Gibbs puts a hand on Tim's face, lightly caressing his cheeks and then his lips.

Gibbs thinks back over the last few months and realizes just what Tim is talking about. He'd brought Tim in and then …he sighs. He pulls Tim into his embrace, hugging him tightly before turning the younger man towards his bedroom.

"Go put some pants on. We need to talk."

Tim pulls on a faded pair of jeans while Gibbs pours himself a cup of coffee, trying to gather his thoughts. He had firmly believed that Tim knew Gibbs wanted him not just as an agent but also as a lover. To find out after all these months that Tim truly had not known, hadn't even guessed as to Gibbs true meaning…the older man groans silently wondering just when he'd lost all ability to communicate.

Tim watches the uncertainties running across the normally unreadable man's face. He's not quite certain what to think about Gibbs revelation and pads quietly back into the bedroom. He comes back out with a white sock and tosses it in Gibbs lap.

The former Marine looks up confused by Tim's actions.

"My dad used to tell me that whenever he and Mom had communication problems, they'd use the sock approach. If the situation or subject was too personal to talk about at that particular moment, he would throw the sock at her. Mom would usually drop the subject for a few hours or days and then try again. Sometimes with the same results but sometimes he'd manage to figure out what to say. He did say it was a good way to get the socks mated."

Gibbs smiles imagining an older Tim throwing socks at someone. Tim shuffles over to a hidden cupboard and pulls out a card table as well as two chairs. Gibbs helps set up the table and Tim pushes it against the wall before dropping the sock in the middle. He then motions for Gibbs to sit down. Tim steps over to the counter and silently refills Gibbs coffee cup before pouring some water into a glass for himself.

"In order for this to work, we both need to be able to talk; to open up to each other. I don't normally do this but in this case I think it's necessary for you to understand just where I'm coming from."

Tim pulls his laptop onto the table and pulls up the journal entry he'd been writing just prior to Gibbs arrival. He does a quick copy and paste as well as a delete then turns the computer towards Gibbs and asks the older man to read what's written. Gibbs does so and realizes that the computer is asking if he wants it to undo what Tim had edited.

Belonging…I've always wanted to belong somewhere, or some when, to someone. Now I have that chance. Oh, I doubt very much if it means much more than welcome to his team, but I'm there at least. I belong to him.

As the months pass I realize that belonging to him means different things on different days. On the days that Tony's being an utter ass and Abby is being a witch, I don't exist. I've learned to hide in the corner on those days, behind my computers so that I don't annoy Gibbs more than he already is. I wonder sometimes if he regrets having me here, he hasn't really said anything to me since that first time…that first saying of belonging.

His growls are worse on some days of the year too. Tony said that the one day of phone calls was an ex-wife calling. That's when I wanted to just pickup the phone and say, "Hi, he's busy with someone else right now. I can take a message." And just hang up on her. But that would be rude.

Deciding not to invade more than he already is, Gibbs ignores the editing for the time being reading the words written by the young man in front of him. When he finishes he looks up into the green eyes that have haunted his dreams for the last six months.

"I never regretted bringing you onboard Tim. And yes, hanging up on the ex would be rude, not to mention a bigger detriment to my alimony payments."

Gibbs waits for a few moments knowing somehow that the deleted paragraph(s) might be crucial to their relationship then grabs the bull by the horns, "Will you let me see what you deleted?"

Tim debates grabbing for the sock, then reaches over and hits a key letting Gibbs read the rest of the journal entry.

There are other days though…he's almost sad…he's contemplative for lack of a better word. Reflective? Definitely turned inwards. Yet he shakes it off and starts growling louder than before. Hurt,…that's what it is…someone or something hurt him and it gives him that bear with a sore paw growl.

Strangely enough those are the days that I want to just reach out and wrap my arms around him, let him know that he's not alone and he doesn't have to hurt anymore. Who am I kidding? I'm just a probie agent, the new kid on the block who tries everyone's patience without meaning to. Besides if I did that everyone would think that we're an item although a look from Gibbs would soon set them straight.

Gibbs reaches for the sock and is about to hurl it at Tim when he realizes that he wants to tell the younger man what happened. He wants those strong young arms around him as he relates the story for the first time to anyone. He doesn't want to hurt anymore.

Tim can tell that the older man is possibly getting to the point of opening up and says,

"Talk to me…please boss …reassure me that I'm not about to make the biggest mistake of my life."

Gibbs slowly exhales, "I don't do one night stands Tim. I will admit that I'm not certain how long a relationship like ours could last; I've never been in one with another man before and my track record with women isn't outstanding. And my name is Gibbs or Jethro outside of work."

Tim nods and moves closer, "I just have one request; don't let me be your whipping horse at work. If you have issues or frustrations, talk to me but don't take them out on me. It's not fair to either one of us when or if you do that."

Gibbs opens his mouth to protest then closes it again. He knows that Tim has a valid point. The thing is, "I'm not a talker Tim; looking back it might be why I've failed in my other relationships, but I'm not going to change overnight."

"I don't expect you to. I just want the respect that's due to me if we commit to any kind of a relationship. I don't want to be walking on eggshells at work if we have an argument over who stole the toothpaste."

Gibbs smiles at that thought, a wistful smile making Tim wonder who the other man is thinking about. Before he can voice his question however Gibbs is pulling him into his embrace, kissing him soundly.

A/N: Yes there is more planned with this story...