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29

McGee felt like he was dreaming, and only the feeling of her hip against his hardening groin let him know he was not. He pushed his thumb between their mouths and suppressed a groan when she took it between her teeth. He delicately spread her lips open and kissed her again. When their tongues touched her soft moan of surrender vibrated though his mouth and his control started to snap and splinter like a frozen tree. Finally, finally...

"That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday morning!..." Becca's phone blared and she shoved him off her so hard he almost fell off the couch.

"Oh my God! What the hell are we doing!"

McGee felt pissed at having his touch pushed away so roughly. "I'm trying to make out with you!" he shouted over her screaming phone. "Answer the damn thing so Lionel will shut up!"

She looked at the pulsating phone for a moment, then looked him dead in the eye as she flipped it open. "Hi Cody." McGee picked his shoe up off the floor and threw it at the wall. Becca winced at the thud.

"No, nothing, I...what? Look, Cody, now's not a good time...no, I'm not still mad. Well, things happened. Yeah, it was me who took him down. What? No, I'm fine, I just....now? Cody, I'm sort of...don't do that, I hate it when you do that. Stop apologizing, I...ok. Ok fine. Just for a little while. See you in a bit."

She closed the phone and looked at McGee, who shook his head.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"It's good we got interrupted. It was a mistake."

"A mistake you were pretty damn into!"

"It's over, McGee."

"Is he coming over here?"

"He wants to talk about things. He feels like he deserves a second chance."

"Are you going to get back together with him?"

She looked down at the floor, and bent over to pick up the marker. "I don't know. I've been thinking about it."

"Great. You've been thinking about it. You were clinging to me five seconds ago, but you've been thinking about it." He picked up his shoes and started gathering his thing from around the room. "You know what Rebecca, I'm done. If he's what you want, that's fine. Just leave me out of your life."

A crack of thunder peeled over their heads. He hadn't even realized it was starting to storm.

She pulled at her hair. "This is exactly what I knew would happen! You kissed me and now everything's screwed up! I knew it, I...God, fuck, McGee, just get out! Get your shit and get out!"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" he yelled as he shoved his clothes into his dufflebag. "I'll come back for the rest."

"Don't bother-I'll bring it to work with me tomorrow."

"Fine. Do whatever the hell you want." He slammed the door behind him and marched out to his car. He was such an idiot! For a second he thought she might actually want him! Why was he always making that mistake with her?

No, he thought as he pulled out of her subdivision and onto the deserted highway, he hadn't been wrong. She had responded to him like a woman to a man she wanted. He thought back on every little thing she had ever done to make him think she felt that way about him, all through the woods in Caledon and the fight the day before back to Christmas and shaving her head in her bathroom to that night at the bar, when she had looked at him before she'd taken down her hair and he'd felt the first glimmer of hope that maybe he just might have a shot. Alone they were nothing but taken all together...he knew he wasn't alone in this. He just knew it down in his gut.

Suddenly he realized he'd left his jacket on her couch, and he had nothing to wear to work tomorrow. Everything was still at her house.

Fuck, he mentally shouted as he slammed his hand on the steering wheel. Fuck fuck fuck! If he drove back there now, if he saw Barnes' trooper car parked outside, if he saw the silhouette of them kissing through the window, he'd go nuts. Certifiably murderously nuts. He pulled over to turn the car around just as the sky opened up and a steady grey rain streaked his windshield. He cursed and turned on his wipers. He peered out at the black sky, trying to decide whether or not to actually drive back to Falls Church, when he saw a familiar sight coming towards him. One bright white right head light. How many times had he begged her to replace it? What the hell was she doing?

He honked at Becca to pull over-it was starting to rain heavily, and showed every intention of getting worse. The thought of her getting in another wreck without him there made him shake so badly he couldn't have let her pass if he'd wanted too. For a brief moment he thought she would fly beyond him, but at the last possible second she stopped so suddenly the kickback almost knocked her chassis off the wheels. Heedless of the rain, he got out of his car. She did too, and the sight of her took his breath away. She had taken off her work blouse, and under her barely-on jacket she had on a cotton tank top with no bra. His breath hitched. All he had to do was reach out a hand and there would be nothing but that tissue-thin fabric between his fingers and her skin.

They stood for a minute just staring at each other, panting as if they'd run a marathon to get to this spot.

He started to call to her, then as he realized that he could not make himself heard over the thunder above their heads, he walked up to her until the tips of their shoes touched. She didn't back away from him an inch.

"What are you doing?"

She held up his sports coat-water ran off it in pouring rivulets that splashed his pants and mud-splattered her bare legs.

"Bringing you back your jacket," she said with a deadly calm he knew too well to mistake. All at once she threw it at him so it smacked him sodden in the face and fell to the asphalt. He let it lie there between them. She looked down at it and abruptly reached up and slapped him.

"Why do you always ruin everything!?"

He knew. He knew from her eyes she had been right. He didn't know exactly what it was or how it had happened, but he knew something had cracked when he'd kissed her and now absolutely everything was different. She tore off her jacket and tossed it on the ground on top of his and ran her fingers desperately through her dripping hair.

"Where were you going?" he asked evenly. Somehow he felt convinced that a storm was about to break more ferocious than the one raging over their heads and that if he could just stay cool, stay calm no matter how badly he wanted to scream, it would not rip free until they could survive it. She shrugged.

"I told you, I was bringing you your jacket. Where were you going?"

"I was coming back to get it. Why aren't you with Barnes?"

Her eyes blazed at him. "Cody's gone."

"Why?"

She wrapped her shivering arms around her drop-beaded shoulders and turned from him. "He came over and I could tell he had been drinking. He's been doing that since Gibbs had him taken off the case and wouldn't let him head my detail anymore. He saw your jacket lying on the chair and...he accused me of all sorts of sordid nasty things and I told him he was being irrational and jealous and paranoid and distrustful and...I'm sure I threw a few more colorful adjectives in, I don't really remember. Anyway, he...he's just gone."

Every cell in his body stained against the control he imposed on them. "I see. So what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know. Call him tomorrow and try to patch it up I guess."

"Is that what you want?"

She spun back on him. "You know, he is perfect for me! He's the right age, and tall enough for me to wear my heels, and in spite of some mistakes he's made he's a good man, sweet and funny and my family likes him. He's a friend of Tony's and he works in the same line so he completely, absolutely understands my job! He's the perfect man for me!"

"So why don't you go back to him?"

"I don't know!"

"I think you do."

That left her speechless. She stood a foot away from him, just staring, and he took a moment to drink in the sight of her. Her smooth white shoulders and collarbone and arms glittered in the bits of moonlight weaving through the rain. Her perfect rose-tipped breasts swung loose in her sodden tank-top and her soaked skirt clung to her long lean thighs, and her hair hung in dark burning drenched straggles against her pained, incredulous face. She was the most incredible desirable intoxicating thing he had ever seen in his life and he knew if he did not put his hands on her in the next five seconds he would irrevocably lose his mind. Her eyes met his, and he felt the longest moment of sheer panic of his life.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I guess I do know."

In a second he had her pulled up so tight against him he could feel her nipples pressing into his chest and her pubic bone digging into his like a knife. He brought his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss so bruising he knew he must have hurt her but he didn't care. Neither did she-she pulled back just enough to rip his shirt off and throw it to the pavement before she tore her mouth away from his and began dragging it over his wet skin. He grasped her ass and she jumped, wrapping her naked legs around him as he ran his hands up her skirt. He dropped her down hard on the hood of her car and freed a hand to rip her thin wet cotton panties into pieces and toss them into the grass.

McGee pushed his hands up under her tank top, almost unable to hold it when he felt her hard nipples press into his palms as she arched herself up to meet his touch. Becca pulled away from him and scooted back a foot to sit up and let him tear her tank off. He forced himself to slow down and look at her. The rain was coming down harder, making little waterfalls that cascaded off the tips of her breasts down her belly and onto her skirt where he felt it through the saturated cotton as he brought his hands back to the tops of her thighs, letting his thumbs brush the outside edges of where he wanted to touch her most. She pressed herself against his fingers, and past the cold wet of the rain water he felt the smooth warm slickness that was all her. He pushed his aching groin against her knee to let her know just how badly he wanted her.

"Do you want to go in the back seat?" he gasped. She tipped her head back and gathered a mouthful of rain before leaning forward and kissing him ferociously as she slid her breasts along his naked chest.

"No," she breathed in his mouth. "I just want you. Here. Now."

The car creaked as he climbed on top of her and glided his tongue over her nipple and fought back a smile for her skin tasted salty, just as he'd imagined it would on the first day he met her. Becca reached for his pant drawstring and just the light pressure of the slight movement sent an almost painful wave of fire flashing through his hardness. He was more than ready to take her at her word.

She pushed his pants down and grabbed hold of him, pumping his shaft as he suckled her, neither of them doing much more than trying to breath. They felt lost, the world around them reduced to wet skin and mouths and the matching up and down pressure of his lips on her, her hand on him. Suddenly through the thunder of the rain in his ears he heard her whimpering.

"McGee, please," she mewed. "Please, please...don't make me...can't wait..."

In two smooth motions he pushed her legs apart and thrust into her, almost coming apart when he felt her tight walls close in around him with the most delicious warm suction. He withdrew and sank again slowly; he wanted to make that feeling linger as long as he could, but soon she was sliding on the slippery hood as she bucked against him, frantic to take him deeper inside.

"Harder," she pleaded. "God, fuck, McGee, fuck me please, please, shit Tim..."

He did. He pushed faster and faster until he felt certain he was yanking her life out and shoving it back it but shit! the feeling of the cold wet rain on his shaft when he pulled out and the hot tightness of her when he went back in made him bite his lip until it bled trying to last for her. Finally he heard her breath coming fast and shallow.

She suddenly convulsed around him in a fluttering grip that made a wild cry break from deep in his gut and just as his control broke she screamed, a primal scream that echoed in his ears even through the roar of the storm. He let go and felt like all of his blood, his brains, everything had to be inside her now since it was all drained out of him. He didn't even withdraw, just collapsed on her and let the rain pour down his back.

She clung to him, her tenacious fingers clutching at his back and shoulders to glue him to her like a magnet. After a minute they grew quiet, and he realized that the rain had become so violent it felt like needles driving into his skin.

"I think," she whispered in his ear, "that we should go inside the car and wait out the storm. Neither one of us can drive in this. Not after that."

He nodded and got up off of her. On impulse he kicked his pants off the rest of the way and she pulled her skirt from around her ribcage down over her toes. They climbed into the back seat and lay holding each other, not touching or kissing but just trying to slow down their ragged breathing and pounding hearts until the rain eased. Finally when only a light drizzle was making its way down the windows did Becca extract McGee's arms from around her and they got out of the car to stand naked on the highway shoulder.

"Can I take your shirt?" she asked. He nodded and picked the muddy wet thing off the road. She pulled it over her head and yanked her skirt back on. He grabbed his pants off the top of the tire.

He realized with a start that she actually intended to get in her car and drive back home without him.

"Becca, what...what happened?"

"I don't know. I don't know, I just...I need to think, McGee. We need to think and I'll never be able to do it if you're within ten feet of me."

"So, what, we just..."

"I can't. Maybe you're ready to just jump but I can't. I want you Tim, I want you so bad every single second but I've been through so much recently and just can't do anything else. Not right now."

She got in her car and drove off back the way she had come. He stood there staring up at the black sky for a minute, at the same time completely confused and absolutely sure of what had just happened.

Later, at four in the morning as he sat bolt upright in his cold expanse of empty bed, he remembered that both his good sports coat and her leather bomber were lying wet and ruined on the side of the highway.