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Title: Taken
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Jimmy Palmer/Tim McGee
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Table: narrative_x_10
Prompt: Story 05
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Jimmy Palmer or Tim McGee, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.***
Tim didn't remember how he and Jimmy had gotten back to their apartment building. He couldn't really remember anything else about going out to dinner other than Jimmy's slow seduction, the flash of his smile, how kissable his lips had looked when he spoke.
He couldn't remember much of what they'd said, only what he'd thought and how he'd felt. He was entirely focused on Jimmy -- and on what they would do when they got home. Tonight was the night they would finally break down that last physical barrier between them.
It was time, he told himself. It was past time. He wanted Jimmy so badly he could taste that desire, and Jimmy obviously wanted him just as much. Tonight was going to be the first night of the rest of their lives together, a night that they would both remember for decades to come.
He turned to Jimmy as they walked down the hallway towards their apartment, both of them trying to be as sedate and calm as possible. If Jimmy felt anything like he did, then he was a seething mass of desire and need, though they were both hiding that desire well.
They were still an entire hallway away from their front door, but he couldn't resist taking Jimmy into his arms. And once he had done that, then he had to kiss his boyfriend thoroughly. He didn't care who else might see; after all, everyone here knew that they were a couple.
Within seconds, they were leaning against the wall, their kiss deepening in intensity until Tim couldn't see or hear anything around them. He was lost in a world where only he and Jimmy existed; the two of them might as well be the only people in the entire universe.
He couldn't wait to get home, to take Jimmy to bed and slowly strip all of his clothes from that beautiful body. He wanted to move his hands and his mouth all over that body, to stroke Jimmy's bare skin until this man was writhing and moaning under him ....
He wanted to slide into Jimmy, to join their bodies, to finally feel that they were one. He wanted to unite them in love, to break down that last wall that still stood between them. Once that was done, he would know that Jimmy was his for all time, never to be parted from him.
Of course, he already knew that Jimmy was his, he told himself firmly. There was no doubt in his mind that they belonged to each other, and always would. It was just that he somehow needed all of the walls that stood between them to come crumbling to the ground.
He wanted them to be united in every possible way, emotional and physical. Even if they never broke down that last barrier, it really didn't matter; they would still be together, would still love each other. But that barrier would always be there, taunting him.
Tim didn't know if Jimmy felt the same; at the moment, the only thing his boyfriend seemed to be feeling was the same passion that was coursing through his veins. Jimmy was wrapping his arms around Tim's neck, drawing him close, kissing him back with a fervor that was unsurpassed.
All he wanted was to get them into their apartment; at this point, he would make love to Jimmy on the living room couch, even on the floor. They might not be able to make it to the bedroom, not judging from the way he was feeling and from Jimmy's response to his touch.
He ground his hips against Jimmy's, reveling in the feel of his boyfriend's body against his, even through the layers of clothing that separated them. Jimmy was just as hard as he was, just as eager for what Tim knew was inevitably coming once they were behind closed doors.
They stumbled along the hallway, unwilling to let each other go even though if they did, they would get to their own front door a lot more quickly. Tim pressed Jimmy against the wall, leaning forward to kiss him again, his arms sliding around his lover's waist.
He almost wished that Jimmy would wrap those long legs around his waist; he could just imagine the two of them making out in the hallways and someone walking by, gawking at them, shocked by what they were doing. He didn't care. He wanted everyone to know that they were lovers.
Tim wanted their clothes to be off now; it didn't matter where they were. Suddenly, he couldn't wait to touch Jimmy's skin, to get him out of his clothes and into bed. He would make love to his boyfriend right here in the hallway if he was given half a chance to do so.
He pulled Jimmy closer against him, their kiss deepening until he no longer knew where he was -- or cared. His entire world was reduced to the sensations he was feeling, the man wrapped in his arms, the thought of what they would do in just a few minutes.
That world exploded into a burst of pain when the butt of a gun came down on the back of Tim's head; in just a few seconds, he was on the ground, blinking, struggling to stay conscious. Jimmy was gone, ripped from his arms; Tim had no idea where his boyfriend was.
Slowly, he raised his head, shaking it clear of the stars that had blossomed in front of his eyes. He was more than likely supposed to be unconscious, but his attacker obviously hadn't counted on him having such a hard head. It wasn't easy to knock him out.
Tim gasped as he saw Jimmy being thrown over someone's shoulder, carried away down the long expanse of hallway. It had only seemed like a few feet to their front door; now, it felt like his boyfriend was a million light years away, completely out of his reach.
The world had changed in just a matter of seconds; it had gone from being safe and secure to being frightening and uncertain. Who were these men? Why had they attacked him and taken Jimmy? And where were they taking his boyfriend? He had to stop them ....
But he couldn't. He couldn't manage to say a word; his throat wasn't working properly. His head was spinning; he wasn't even certain that he was seeing what he thought he was. It was all a blur; everything had happened so quickly that it didn't seem quite real.
Rising to one elbow, he opened his mouth to cry out, to say something, anything that would make the man carrying Jimmy down the hallway stop and let his boyfriend go. But no words came out, nothing but a croak that was almost soundless.
He had to stop that man, any way that he could. But he couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything other than lie there helpless and watch as his boyfriend was carried away by someone who could possibly have sinister intentions. He'd never felt so helpless.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn't force his dazed body to get up and go after the man who had taken Jimmy; he could do nothing but lie here and try not to fall back into consciousness, to ignore the black void that was beckoning to him so enticingly.
Tim tried to sit up, hoping that he might be able to get to his feet and somehow make himself stumble after that man, to get Jimmy back safely. But it was too late; they were long gone, and he doubted that anyone had seen his boyfriend being carried away.
His head was starting to swim again; he knew that he would probably lose consciousness within the next few seconds. He had to let someone know what had happened, but it was so hard to make his limbs move, or to formulate some kind of plan in his confused mind.
It took a few minutes to finally realize that the best thing would be to call someone -- but who? Who could help him? They would get here too late to get Jimmy away form the man who had abducted him; they could be anywhere by now. Jimmy might even be ....
No. No. He wasn't even going to countenance the possibility that Jimmy could have been killed. If he'd been kidnapped by some enemy, then there was a reason behind it, and Tim was sure that whoever had taken him wasn't going to harm him before that reason came to light.
He did the only thing he could think of to do; he fumbled for his cell phone, blearily trying to focus on the numbers and names, then dialing the one that he knew he could count on, the one name that he knew would always be there for him whenever he was needed.
Gibbs' number. Gibbs should be told about this, Tim thought, his mind focusing on that one fact. Gibbs could find Jimmy, bring him back safely. Gibbs was always there for any of their team members; he had to know what had happened so he could help.
When he heard Gibbs' voice on the other end of the line, he could barely form words. "H-help Jimmy," was all he could force out through a throat that felt too thick to speak, hearing Gibbs' anxiously saying his name just before the blackness engulfed him and he fell into emptiness.***