- Character Bashing
- Ménage or More
Tony headed into the BAU bullpen with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step. After stowing his stuff at his desk, he headed up to Hotch’s office, knocking on the doorframe, and waiting to be waved in when he saw Rossi was already in there.
“Nice suit,” Rossi commented with a whistle and Tony smirked as he gave a little twirl.
“I don’t recognize that one,” Hotch commented as Tony sat down in the empty seat in front of Aaron’s desk. “Is that new?”
“Nope!” Tony offered making the p sound pop. “It’s not mine.”
Rossi chuckled and gave an attaboy with a slap to Tony’s shoulder as Hotch just grinned. “Sounds like things went well at the gallery opening then,” Tony’s boss and friend commented, and Tony nodded happily.
“Yes, yes they did,” He agreed as he settled more comfortably into the chair. “We obviously have things to work out and discuss, but yeah. Things are looking good, which is why I am here. Firstly, I wanted to let you know Hotch that I have to change some of my paperwork to include Brian and Justin. I’m not sure what I’ll need to do that, and I was hoping you knew. Secondly, I was hoping that I could get tomorrow off if we don’t have a case. Like I said the three of us have some things to work out, and honestly, I really need this to work. I know most of the time my job will have to come first. So, I’d like to take the time to make them a priority when I can. Brian especially made a point of saying that he wanted to talk to me just the two of us, and I want to be able to do that.”
“Absolutely,” Hotch said immediately with a serious nod. “Communication or a lack of honest communication was one of the things that ended up coming between Haley and I. Neither of us were as open as we should have been about what we needed up front, which obviously led to issues later when it turned out we had different things we wanted out of our lives. Take the day. If you need more time than that, just shoot me a text and let me know. We’re going to be getting some downtime here shortly anyway if I have my way. Strauss wants to rush us back to work, but I’m putting my foot down. I’ll go to the Assistant AD if I have to. So, you may have more time off than tomorrow anyway. Just make sure all your paperwork is done when you leave today.
“As for updating your files with HR, I will send you a list of everything I can think of and what is needed to change them. Some you’ll be able to do today, but some you won’t because you need their Social Security Numbers and signatures. I am happy for you, and a little jealous. Not only did you get to be reunited with Brian and Justin, but you got to meet Sean before I did. Although that’s never going to stop freaking me out that Jackson’s new boyfriend has the same name as my brother. Did you like him? I know he has to be hot. It’s Jackson.”
Tony snorted as he lifted a leg to rest his ankle on top of his knee. “Sean is fucking gorgeous. Just as you’d expect of Jax. He’s all blond curls and blue eyes and this fucking amazing smile. Plus, he has this laid-back surfer vibe that just meshes so well with Jackson’s personality. It’s really not fair how gorgeous they are together. If you and Rossi would confirm or deny the rumor you two are doing the dirty mambo between the sheets we’d know if we need to set you up or not.”
Rossi let out a bark of laughter as Aaron tried to hide his amusement behind his glare. “No comment,” Aaron finally offered, and Tony just huffed but turned his attention to the elder Italian when he spoke.
“I expect you to bring them to the next team dinner. I want to meet these two. I’ve heard their names enough it’ll be nice to get a chance to meet them. Aaron and I are going to go to the gallery tomorrow night after work to see Justin’s work. I am very curious to see what your boy can do.”
“He’s a talented little motherfucker,” Tony said in jest as his chest puffed out with pride. “Seriously, the exhibit he put together with Sean is fucking awesome. Of course, I’m partial to the painting with Brian’s cock in it, but I may be a tad biased. When you see the sold sticker on it, I am sure you’ll be able to figure out who bought it.” The two older men snorted at that, and with a grin, Tony got up and headed down to his desk to start his day.
Several hours later, Tony was almost done with his reports. He hated to leave anything to the last minute, and therefore did as much as he could when the case was going on. Since he didn’t sleep much, he was often up late at night in his hotel room keeping reports up to date as much as he could. Because of that, when he was back home, he had to spend less time doing reports and could spend more time on consults and cold cases. He was just beginning to realize that he was hungry when he sensed someone walking up to his desk.
Looking up and seeing Jax standing there looking down at him from the walkway, Tony leaned back in his chair and smirked up at his friend. “Aaron’s office is up that way, dude.”
Jackson snorted as he leaned on the railing looking down at his friend. “I’m not here to see Aaron, dude. And seriously, that word will never sound natural coming out of your lips. Aaron called me and begged that I come steal you ‘cause he’s tired of his inbox dinging with more paperwork. So, come with me to lunch and we can talk about last night.”
Before Tony could respond, Aaron could be heard hollering from his office. “Go away, DiNozzo! I don’t need more paperwork!”
Smirking, Tony finished the report he had been working on, and decided that he was caught up enough for now. “DiNozzo!” He heard bellowed, and once he stood, he saw Aaron standing in his office doorway glaring in jest. “Go away! Consider this your release for the day. I don’t want more to do. Our vacation for next week has been approved. You can get me your remaining reports whenever. Just go to lunch, and don’t come back. I’d like to get home to see my son sometime this year. Reid, that goes double for you! Go away! Prentiss, unfortunately, I need more paperwork from you before you can leave.”
Tony and Spencer quickly packed up their things and didn’t even try not to mock Emily as they took off toward the elevators with Jackson following and laughing manically while she shouted insults at them. On the way down, Tony invited Spencer to come along with them, to lunch, but the genius declined saying that he was taking the unexpected opportunity to go visit an old college friend who he had a standing invitation to come visit.
“Friend, huh?” Tony teased, and then grinned big when Spencer blushed tucking stray hair behind one ear.
“For now,” Spencer admitted with a smile, “we’ve been talking more lately, and somewhere along the way things took a turn. We’ve decided to see if there’s anything to it. He does his job mostly online. So, he can work from anywhere in the world. Because of it, he’s been coming here to see me, but I thought it’d be nice to be the one to go his way for once. I was thinking I’d spend a couple days at his place then talk him into going with me to see Mom. Maybe get a nice room at one of the hotels. As long as I don’t gamble they’ll let me stay in one.”
“That’s awesome, Spencer!” Tony said warmly as he patted the younger man’s back. “I expect a lunch date when we are both back to work so you can tell me all about this guy.”
“Deal,” Spencer agreed as the three men walked off the elevator, “as long as you agree to give me the scoop on Brian and Justin.”
“You got it, Doc!” Tony offered before they separated in the parking garage with Tony and Jackson heading one way, with Spencer heading the other way towards his Volvo Amazon. Tony and Spencer often got together to tune up their cars as both of them drove classic vehicles that they were picky about who worked on them.
Having the rest of the afternoon off, Tony and Jackson dropped Jax’s car off at his house, they then put the top down on the corvette, and drove down the coast for a while. A little over an hour later, Tony pulled the ‘Vette into the parking lot of the Dockside Restaurant and Tiki Bar, where the pair settled on the outside patio. After ordering something to drink and a couple appetizers, the waitress left, and the two friends settled in for a conversation.
“So, since I don’t recognize the suit, and it doesn’t fit well enough to actually be yours, I am guessing that things went well after we separated last night?” Jackson asked and Tony just smirked at him as he thought about the man across from him.
From the minute Tony had met Jackson Grimes there had been something between them that extended beyond simple friendship. At first, Tony chalked it up to the bond Jackson shared with Tony’s boss Aaron Hotchner and the huge amount of respect that Tony had for the Unit Chief. Then there was the way that Aaron had brought him in and made sure Tony knew he was family almost right from the start. So, naturally, anyone that Aaron considered family or was protective of, Tony was too.
Then for a brief moment of time, Tony thought maybe there was something romantic or sexual trying to blossom between them, but it hadn’t taken more than one timely fart joke for the Italian to realize that wasn’t quite it either. While it was true that Jackson was an incredibly sexy man, and normally someone that Tony would love to climb like a tree, there was just some mysterious factor that kept him from moving their friendship into anything that would involve a bed and nakedness.
And yet, there was still something about Jackson that almost quite literally sang to Tony’s soul. It wasn’t just him either. One thing that Tony had learned quickly about Jax was that the man wasn’t afraid to share how he was feeling. So, quite soon into their friendship, Tony found out that this weird more than friends, but nowhere near bedmates thing they had going on wasn’t one sided. At one point, Tony had shared his confusion about the whole thing with Penelope and Spencer over lunch, and it was the vivacious computer tech that proclaimed them to be platonic soul mates. It was a label that Tony figured fit better than anything else that he’d come up with. It felt a little sappy, but that might be Tony’s inner male that was turning its nose up at a term that sounded way too girly. Nevertheless, there was still something with Jackson that spoke to him in a way that no one and nothing else had maybe ever else had. It was a mystery that Tony had eventually filed away with the rest of his unknowns to be solved at some point in the future.
As he looked across the table at the other man though, one thing Tony was certain of was that he was glad he had Jax in his life. Maybe the platonic soulmate thing wasn’t as farfetched or girly as Tony wanted to think, because it was true that Jackson’s very presence could absolutely calm him down right to the bottom of his soul. More than once, Tony had called the other man in the middle of the night after a particularly bad nightmare and the sound of the tech genius’ voice had calmed him down and chased the monsters away.
“So, how’d things go the other night after the restaurant,” Jackson asked pulling Tony from his thoughts, and the FBI agent smiled contentedly before answering.
“Quite satisfyingly, thank you,” Tony practually purred, and Jackson threw a leer at him in jest.
“I would beg for details, but I know what a stingy bastard you are in that area. So, I will just say instead that I am glad things worked out. If anyone deserves a happy ending it’s you. I hope you guys are going to do more than just fuck your brains out and hope that stuff works out.”
“Actually, we are,” Tony promised as he paused while the waiter set their drinks down and then took their meal orders before wandering away again. Once I get back to town, I’m gonna get some stuff from my place then go stay at their condo for a few days. I don’t know if I will spend my whole vacation with them, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it. And yes, we already have plans to sit down and talk tonight. Then tomorrow morning, Justin has to go to work for a few hours. So, Brian and I are gonna spend them together clearing the air, per his request. As much as we all three love fucking, I think we’re mature enough now, and I hope dedicated to making this into something forever, that we know it can’t survive on sex alone.”
“Not that you won’t try,” Jackson needled, and Tony snorted.
“Please, if you and Sean aren’t fucking like bunnies every chance you get then I’ll visit you in the monistary.”
“Hey, he’s very pretty,” Jackson said with a laugh and Tony didn’t even bother trying to deny it, because it was the absolute truth. Sean O’Grady was one fucking beautiful man.
“How did you meet anyway?” Tony asked before taking a sip of his raspberry tea.
“I was at B2 trying to find someone interesting to do for the evening, when I saw him arguing with some fugly dude. So, I walked up, put my arm around his shoulders and apologized for being late. Then I asked if he was ready to fuck yet, and started to drag him towards the backroom before Mr. F’ugly knew what was happening.”
“And he just allowed it?” Tony asked incredulously, and Jackson quickly shook his head no.
“Oh, fuck no. We got half way there, and he said that he hoped I knoew that my dick wasn’t getting anywhere near his body until we’d at least had a meal. So, I took him out the backdoor and down the alley to a diner that has the best fucking cheese fries in DC. Two hours later, I found myself in a debate about hair bands from the 80s and whether or not Kip Winger was a fucking perve and knew I might have something. When I asked him if he knew who I was, he told me, yes, but he didn’t give two fucks because he preferred Apple to Grimes Tech and had plenty of his own money. Then he told me I still wasn’t getting my cock near his body until I’d bought him a real meal.”
Tony laughed as he stretched out in his chair more comfortably. “I can only imagine what you followed up that with.”
“The next weekend I took him to McDonalds and then we went to see the local soccer team, and afterwards got my brains fucked out when I let him top.”
Tony couldn’t help the bark of laughter, or the cheesy grin on his face. “Jesus, that is so you, you lucky motherfucker. He seems awesome. So, I’m happy for you. If he hurts you, turns out to be a gold digger, or a criminal I am coming after him like hellhounds were chasing him. Fair warning. And, if you pull one of your asshole moves, I’m totally stepping back and letting Justin at you, and you’ll wish that there were hellhounds available because it would be easier.”
Jackson laughed at that and gave a nod. “That boy of yours is something else. He and Brian have come out with us a couple times since Sean and I have started dating. I gotta admit I am half in love with that kid. He sure as fuck doesn’t let anyone tell him what to think or hold back from telling you that you’re being an asshole. That’s for sure, and their friend Emmet is a fucking hoot! He recently did a last minute job for me when a caterer backed out. The next day I signed him to a long term contact to do all of GT’s catering.”
“I love Emmet,” Tony admitted with a wry grin, “and I can’t wait to see him again.”
“What did you think of Padraig?” Tony asked after taking another long sip of his tea.
“You know, there’s oddness there,” Jackson advised, and Tony could see him shift from playful to serious. “At first, I thought it was just the whole Being Jackson Grimes, thing. Then my mom called me, and I was telling her about the exhibition and meeting Padraig, and she got all weird on me.”
“Weird how?” Tony asked leaning forward and pushing his glass to one side so that he could rest his elbows on the picnic table they were seated at. “Because I thought there was something odd going on with Padraig, and there’s something Senior related that’s nagging at me, but I can’t remember.”
“When I told my mother that Caterina had invited me to their home for dinner as Sean’s date in a couple weeks, she made me promise that I’d let her explain.” Jackson shared with a frown. “When I tried to get her to explain further, she refused to say anything more, other than she fucked up and she was sorry. Frankly, it’s fucking irritating me, because I really can only come up with a couple ideas, and I don’t know if I like any of them.”
“All I could think that night was that I wished my mother had chosen him,” Tony offered, “which doesn’t make sense, because I don’t even know that they have ever met let alone had a relationship. Somehow though, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that mom and Padraig had some kind of torrid affair. I’m not even sure that it would upset me. I’d like to think that at some point in her life, she found someone that cared for her and treated her like she deserved. And, for what it’s worth, I think we’re probably having the same ideas, and I don’t know how I feel about it either.”
“So, just to be clear,” Jackson said playing with his glass, making water rings on the wood of the table, “we both think that at the very least our mothers have had sexual relationships with Padraig McCormac, and maybe something more that neither one of us are ready to think about, but probably both admit that it wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
Tony let loose a sigh before he responded. “Honestly, finding out that Senior wasn’t my father might be the best thing that ever happened to me. I am pretty sure that my mom at least had some level of crush on him. I wish I could remember more about our talks, but it’s been a long time and I was still pretty young when she died. Are we admitting that? Do we both think there’s a chance that our mothers had affairs with Padraig McCormac and that they have lied about it our whole lives?”
“I mean, did you catch that his son doesn’t share his last name?” Jackson dodged in lieu of answering outright. “I suppose there could be a variety of reasons why that is, but certainly one of them could be that he wasn’t raised by or with or knew of Padraig. And, I mean, I love the fuck out of my dad, but… Hell, I dunno how I would feel. I mean, my dad was amy fucking hero, and when he died it almost destroyed me. I mean, you understand. I know you feel the same about your mother’s death. The thing is that he’s been gone a long time, and to be honest, I have always known that I look nothing like the man. I mean, he loved me and he raised me when he was around, but there was also a lot of my life before he died that he wasn’t around because he was deployed somewhere. It isn’t like I am itching to replace dad. I don’t have a situation with him like you do Senior. I just, maybe it would explain some things?”
“Like what?” Tony asked curiously and Jax let loose a long deep sigh before continuing.
“Dad’s parents and family have always treated me like shit. I mean, I can count on one had how many times I’ve seen them since dad died. Granted they are both dead now, but that doesn’t change how they acted when they were alive. I also can tell you that my grandfather on my mother’s side was a pure bastard. That fucker looked down on his nose at everyone. So, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was something different to my parentage than I was always told. I just, I don’t know how I feel about mom keeping it from me all these years. I mean, dad’s been dead since I was a teenager. Whatever the circumstance was that made her try and pass me off as dad’s instead of Padraig’s it doesn’t explain why she never told me the truth after he died.”
“Maybe she was afraid how you would take it?” Tony guessed tilting his head to one side. “My guess is that if Senior didn’t know right off, he figured it out at some point. He certainly isn’t the type to want kids. Hell, I’ve always been surprised that he didn’t turn me over to the state or something after mom died, if it weren’t for the fact that his fuckin’ society friends would look down their noses at him for doing it. I just, Jesus, Jax, what the fuck are we saying? We aren’t really sitting here contemplating the idea that our fathers aren’t our fathers and that Padraig fucking McCormac is, are we?”
“I mean, maybe?” Jackson allowed as the waiter came with their food, and the duo sat in silence for quite a while after he left using the food as an excuse to let their thoughts roam free for a minute or several.
“I don’t even know where to go with this,” Tony finally admitted, sitting back in his chair and giving his stomach a break. “I don’t know, honestly, if I want to go anywhere with it. I know that normally I am the first one pushing for answers, but I think maybe we should let this one ride. I’m not saying keep it totally to ourselves, but…. Would Sean keep his mouth shut around Padraig if you told him?”
“I think so,” Jackson murmured after a pause. “I guess it would be the first big test as to where his loyalty lies, right? I mean, if this thing with him and me is as serious as I want it to be, he’ll not say anything when I ask him to stay quiet. I guess, if he goes running to his boss anyway, I’ll know his interest is more in my bank account than me. What about you? I mean, I am sure you’re safe with Brian. He doesn’t seem like the type to stick his nose in other people’s business, but what about Justin? That kid seems to be the type to want to help when he can.”
“He is,” Tony agreed and scrunched up his nose, “but he also understands complex family situations and keeping your trap shut. I know he’d understand how fucking personal this is, and I am not worried about him going against my wishes. That isn’t even a thing. I just… really, I think I don’t want to get my hopes up only to find out there’s some perfectly simple explanation for the whole thing that isn’t so Days of Out Lives.”
“Well, you’re the investigator,” Jackson pointed out with a smirk, “you’d know about rushing to judgement I suppose. I just don’t know what this perfectly simple explanation you’re alluding to would be. I agree though that letting things lie for now is the best. We could go see him, but I think maybe that letting this play out in its own time is the way to go. I think we both could use the time to decide how we’d feel either way, and hey, look at it this way. If it’s true, if Padraig McCormac is really both of our father, then that makes us brothers. I don’t usually believe in all that fate and mystical shit, but I would say that would explain a lot about a lot.”
Tony snorted and tossed his balled up napkin at Jackson. “You have quite the way with words, Grimes. Jesus. A lot about a lot. Don’t take up writing, huh?” The conversation then was intentionally turned toward a movie they both wanted to see, but their minds never really stopped thinking of what might be.