Author's Note-I know this is a disappointment for the end, but it is the end of the line for this story. I apologize, I am ashamed to end it on such a bad chapter, but here it is. I'm seriously about to cry, I'm so disappointed and mad. I can't even begin to try to explain why I'm getting so emotional.
Disclaimer-I do NOT own NCIS. Not even Kort…..-sniffles-
That night they lay on the bed, he laid on top of Kort listening to the man's heart beat as he slept; they had returned from the restaurant, got in a shower together and made passionate love, leaving them slicked with sweat on their bed and exhausted. Kort had fallen asleep an hour ago, while he chose to stay awake, gently stroking Trent's chest and raking his fingers through his chest hair. He couldn't sleep, his gut was telling him something bad was going to happen-and his gut was never wrong. He kept his ears trained for any unsual noise and his eyes open, ready to strike at any time. He didn't know what made him feel so on-edge, nothing out of the ordinary occurred, and yet still he felt like something was going to happen. He let Kort sleep though, it gave him a chance to admire Trent's beauty without being caught doing so.
"You can go to sleep Jethro, it's not like anyone is going to dare attack us. It would be suicide to try to kill us while we're together. Stop staring at me and go to sleep." Kort huffed annoyed.
"It's not my fault, look at that body of yours." He whispered reverently.
"Yes well it's my body and I want you to stop staring at it." Kort said cuttingly.
"Somebody is grouchy." He said trying to fight a smile but failing.
"Leroy I swear to go-" Trent began his voice full of exasperation and annoyance, only to be interrupted by Gibbs' cell phone ringing. Reaching over Trent, making the man gasp and grumble about not being able to breathe and it being too hot and late for this shit, he grabbed the phone just as Kort threw him off grumpily and turned over sharply facing away from him and threw the blankets over his head.
"Gibbs." He spoke loudly, Trent peeked his head out of the covers long enough to glare daggers at him before returning under them, this time with his pillow over his head.
"NSA has agreed. We're setting up the sting six am sharp. NSA is sending over the leader of the team that will be acting as the bad guys, I want both you and Trent in my office at that time so we can hash out the plan." Roper demanded.
"We'll be there." Gibbs said before hanging up and straddling Kort again to put his phone back on the charger. Kort growled, smirking he tore off the blanket over his lover's head and pushed Kort on to his back, straddling his waist, his hands resting on Kort's ribs he bent down ignoring Kort's protests and kissed him roughly. Smirking when he felt Kort biting his lips, his teeth gnashing against his.
"Gibbs I'm tired and not in the mood for this!" Kort hissed while biting at his neck and shoulders.
"Yeah, I know you're not. You're PMS'ing worse than my third wife." Gibbs said roughly, giving a hiss as Kort sunk his teeth in savagely, sucking up the blood that pooled into his mouth and ran down Gibbs' shoulder.
"Angry Trent?" He asked biting Kort's ear roughly leaving teeth marks.
"Pissed." Trent growled in his ear, his breathing harsh, eyes livid as he flipped Gibbs onto the mattress and towered over him. Kort began nipping and biting him, his hands moved roughly over Gibbs' body, pinching and scratching Gibbs gave as good as he got, making Kort hiss and sometimes even cry out in pain, however the pain did nothing to discourage either of them, it got them hotter and more involved, both fighting for dominance.
WITH THE TRAITOR.
He listened as his supervisor told them all the plan. He smirked, none of them knew, had any idea, who he was, who they were messing with. As if he couldn't see a trap when it was put out to capture him. The fools thought they had him, thought they knew who he was. They didn't know shit and they were going to pay for it-by losing an agent. Trent Kort was going down for everything he had done to him, every tear, every drop of blood, every bruise, every cut, everyday he had to live while his country was being torn to pieces because of him. One slip up of information-due to Kort stealing it-and it sent his home country into chaos until it slowly destroyed itself. Everyday he woke up, now an American citizen, and watched as his homeland duked it out with itself. Split in half, killing their own when they should be attacking America.
He would have no problem making Kort pay for his wrongs. Karma is a bitch.
The woman stood imposingly in Roper's office as he and Kort shut the door and took seats in front of the Director's desk.
"Gibbs, Kort, this is Rody Bradshaw." Roper said shrugging at the black haired, blue-eyed beauty with sharp features standing next to his desk.
"NSA boys." She said her voice sounding like a screeching violin.
"Yeah we figured that one out for ourselves."
"We're the smart kids in the class." Gibbs and Trent said at the same time.
"I thought we were going to have cooperation here Roper." She said looking disdainfully at both agents in front of her.
"Miss Bradshaw you do not run things around here I do. I call the shots. And I, also, decide what information and cooperation you get and how you get it. Is that clear?" Roper said sharply.
"Sparkling like crystal." She said flatly.
"Good. Now gentlemen the plan is this: four of her agents-one being the dealer and the other three his posse-are going to show up at the meet, we'll be monitoring all the calls and everyone here personally with our own eyes. The mole with undoubtedly try to get info from our data banks on how to contact the bad guys and then proceed to call them. Once the call is complete we got them." Roper said.
"And if they decide to lay low this time around?" he asked
"We'll keep trying." Bradshaw answered shortly.
"So the drop is tonight, everybody alright with this?" Roper said looking between Gibbs and Kort.
"I want to go in with." He said, his gut screaming that something was wrong.
"Not an option Gibbs." She said suddenly.
"Miss. Bradshaw did I not just state that I am the boss here?" Roper asked dangerously she nodded and went mute. "Why Gibbs?"
"I just have a bad feeling about this."
"I can take care of myself Jethro I don't need you protecting me and Mother henning me. I am your lover not your son." Kort snapped.
"I didn't say you couldn't, but you're not up against a known foe, he's hiding behind the CIA." He snapped back.
"I'm going with a group of federal agents!" Kort hissed.
Sighing he leaned in and whispered, "Nothing is as it seems. You know that Trent. This would be the perfect opportunity for the mole to sneak into the Op."
"It needs to be done either way."
"Which is why I should be there. An extra set of eyes can't hurt."
"Fine." Kort snapped, rolling his eyes he nodded at Roper.
"It's settled then. They go in as partners on this Arms dealers case. End of story." Roper said giving a malicious and evil smile to Rody as she stormed out.
Trent and Gibbs dismissed themselves.
Gibbs couldn't explain the feeling he had, he didn't know why his gut was telling him not to trust the NSA but it was screaming at him that they shouldn't go. That they should call it off, usually he went with his gut, but something had Kort peeved throughout the day and he wasn't about to put him anymore on edge then Trent already was. He didn't need Kort's wrath, he had saw it once before and wished it upon nobody. He watched Trent out of the corner of his eye, his movements were sharp and clearly agitated, he couldn't go into a mission like this.
"What?!" Kort snapped angrily.
"What's been with you lately?" He asked softly.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"Right. And I was happily married three times." sarcasm lacing his voice.
"It's not nothing. You know you can't go on tonight like this." He said.
"I know. And I won't. Once I'm undercover I'll be fine. I'll be in my role. Not to worry. I just don't bother around you." Trent sighed.
He looked down, feeling slightly undone at Kort's comment before looking up again, "It still matters. I want to know what's bothering you?"
"I got called a faggot." Kort said turning away from him.
"When and where?!" he growled angrily, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Outside the restaurant when I was waiting for you. That couple next to us, came up to me and called me a faggot and said I was disgusting and a disgrace. They both spit in my face." Kort shrugged tensely.
He got up and put his hands on Kort's shoulders and started massaging him gently. "It's ok Trent. Some people are going to be like that."
"I know. It's why I've kept so quiet before. But it still doesn't make it any easier. I don't know why someone's words are getting me so bothered. It's not the first time I've been attacked verbally." Kort said angrily, now frustrated with himself.
"It's personal this time, something you yourself don't understand. Don't let their ignorance get under your skin. I think you are beautiful and I love you just the way you are. It doesn't matter what they think because you're mine. Understand?" He soothed wrapping his arms around Kort's waist from the back and pressing him against his chest. He put his face next to his and kissed him on the cheek.
He smirked as he felt Kort smiling, pulling away he pinched Kort's ass, ignoring his yelp he said, "That's mine too."
Smirking Kort put a gun in his pants and hid some knives, suiting up for battle, just in case.
"Come prepared one of the CIA's rules?" He aske raising an eyebrow.
"One of mine. Especially when the man I love is involved. Gonna have your six." Kort said, Jethro smiled at Kort's attempt to be protective when it wasn't anywhere's in the man's nature.
"I'll be fine Trent. It's you I'm worried about." He said gently.
"I can take care of myself too. But I'm still worried. You weren't suppose to be with us. I'm use to working by myself." Kort replied.
"I know. Don't worry everything will be fine." He tried convincing himself.
"What's that gut of yours say?"
"Something's not right." He swallowed nervously his gut churning.
"Me too. S'why I need you to be careful. I don't need you going getting yourself caught up in something that is meant for me." Kort said looking him dead in the eyes.
He was going to say something along the lines of 'let me worry about myself' until his phone rang with GPS coordinates. "We're on the roll! Let's go!"
Kort grabbed his jacket before throwing the car keys to him, grinning he got behind the wheel and sped off towards the docks. Kort yelled insanely, he was the only one that appreciated his driving skills.
Getting out of the car, thankfully in one piece, which always surprised him since Gibbs drove like a maniac on fire; he scanned the place. Looking out for potential sniper spots, dark areas, the water, everything that surrounded the area he took in. He waited for their signal, just like Paul Revere's, a lantern in the top of the building would signal them to go onto the docks and then onto a yacht. Staying tuned into his surroundings, fingers resting on one of his many weapons, he watched the warehouse out of the corner of his eyes, seeing the flash of light, they set off side by side to the docks, the bad feeling chasing them all the way down, and the closer they got the bigger it grew. Till they were both shaken up and looking at each other, fear and uncertainy in both their eyes.
"Too late to get cold feet now. Let's go." Kort whispered harshly. As he jumped down on to the deck and walked onto the yacht, walking into the meeting room he smirked seeing the NSA rats jumping up to greet him.
"You are the CIA?" A nervous agent said
"Lemme guess computer geek?" Kort said.
"Yep. Best at NSA sir." He chirped smiling nervously.
"Probably the best in America." He patted the boys shoulder, watching him beam. It was almost too easy.
"Mr. Kort. Angelina Arman. Rebecca powers and Kory Degrassi." A woman in a red satin dress said. He nodded, raising an eyebrow at the guards lining the room. "For our protection. Just in case our mole tries to take a more direct approach."
"Right." Shifting closer to Gibbs he felt him wrap a hand around his forearm and squeeze almost painfully.
"So which one of you is it then?" he said bored.
"Which one of us is who?" She asked innocently, smiling in a sweet manner.
"The mole." He watched Gibbs trying to figure out, it was simple really.
"We don't know what you are talking about."
"Really perhaps this will remind you?" He said taking out his gun and pointing it at her forehead. She gasped and backed against the wall, he pressed the gun into her forehead enough to leave an imprint.
"One of you is the mole. I thought it was someone in my agency until I realized that that's not possible. We don't run our operatives names in front of everybody or even on the computer just in case of hackers, we give them a fake code name. So even if they found out about a mission they wouldn't have anything but a fake name that only they and those who created it would know. Not way of contacting them. However we have to tell you all our missions and the people on them, including names, so you know who not to take out. You almist killed the Frog. But you saw he was on our register. The only way someone would get that kind of information would be from you. So who is it? Tell me or I'm just going to start shooting." He seethed. Gibbs was pointing his two guns at the other two agents waiting for them to make a move.
No one spoke for a minute, and then chaos ensued, Angelina tried reaching for her weapon he shot her without hesitation, Gibbs shot the other two agents who went for their own guns, the guards along the wall came to life and before they knew it they were weaponless and fighting for their lives. They were down to three guards and the computer geek who had hid when the brawl began, Gibbs knocked out one but had neglected to completely knock out the other. He started raising his gun towards Gibbs, Trent saw Gibbs life flash before his eyes. Felt his heart freeze, his legs numbed, and his blood was pumping so loud it echoed in his ears, he saw the flash of light and dove in front of Gibbs. He felt the bullet impact in his stomach, it jered him back against Gibbs nearly toppling him. Gibbs swiveled and shot the man dead with his comrades weapon. That left one guard and the geek, unfortunately the guard had bolted and the geek was now aiming a pistol at him, his hand shaking.
He knelt down next to Trent after dropping his weapon and turned him over, blood was oozing out of the wound, he covered the burnt hole with his hand, applying the correct amount of pressure he cradled Trent in his arms. The man was unconscious, he tightened the arm around him and looked angrily up at the geek.
"What do you want?" He barked.
"Kort dead." he said coldly.
"Sorry, Can't give you that. I can give you a deal if you let us go. Or at least Kort." he spoke calmly even though he was screaming on the inside, panicking that the man he loved was slipping away from him.
"Oh no. Nothing means more than that man suffering. It's because of him my family is at war. He killed them all!" the geek roared.
"Killing Trent is not going to bring back your family."
"And talking to me isn't going to stop me from killing him!"
"Then go ahead. Kill Trent." He spoke softly, leaning back, showing him the dying man, ort was pale and trembling slightly, he unconsciously groaned in pain, his face was slack, his stomach bleeding. Just a hurting man. "A man just like you. Just like your family. Loved just as much. You kill him I kill you."
"That simple huh GibbS?"
"More simple than that bastard." A voice said behind him, the man swiveled around just to get a bullet through the forehead.
"DiNozzo! What did I tell you about following us?!" He snapped.
"That it would be a good idea." Tony answered reaching for Trent's legs they carried him off the boat and onto the ground Tony called for an ambulance as he stayed with Kort, one hand on his abdomen the other on his forehead. "Come on Trent don't do this to me. Stay with me. If you think you are allowed to die protecting me you got another thing coming. Ask DiNozzo he'll tell you."
"No one is allowed to die. At all. Especially not for the bossman." Tony said nodding above them both.
Cradling Kort to his chest he kissed his forehead and his lips.
"Come on Trent hang in there. The medics are on their way. You'll be ok." He spoke soothingly to Trent, cradling the back of his head while putting his forehead on his. Sirens were blaring, the medics rushed Kort into the ambulance, he sat next to him in the van-like vehicle, his hand holding Trent's trying to keep him tethered in this world. Once at the hospital and Trent was out of surgery he sat by his bedside, hand in hand once more and sipped his coffee.
"I love you Trent. And you aren't going no where's cause you are mine. Got that? You will not die." he whispered kissing his forehead. Kort smiled when Gibbs turned his back, knowing he was n for the long haul and loving every second of feeling loved.