Disclaimer : I don't own NCIS, I don't make any money from this story, so please don't sue.
Summary : I watched 'Leap of Faith' today and this idea popped into my head. Basically a slashy turn at the end of the episode, I feel bad for Tony, he's never appreciated by the team. So this is just his possible musings at the end of the day when he goes over to spend time with Gibbs.
Warnings : This has slash, if you don't like, don't read, that is all. Tony's a bit whiny in this, sorry, but really I think that he's under appreciated a lot.
A/N : I think I may continue this, let me know what you think, thanks.
Tony sat in front of Gibbs house staring at the mostly dark building, contemplating. He had known the other man for seven years now and he still sometimes wondered about his place on the team.
He had been more annoyed by the conversation he, McGee and Ziva had had earlier, the one about Abby being Gibbs favorite. He knew that Abby had been around a lot longer than he had, had been closer, he knew they had a father/daughter relationship but he thought he and Gibbs were close as well.
He knew that the team didn't take him seriously, when Gibbs had left, twice, he thought angrily, and he had been left in charge, they did nothing but compare him to Gibbs, and make comments about him not being Gibbs. Then the other man had come back, no warning, just had been there one day and no one had let him know and then Jenny had offered him his own team, though it was in Spain, and he had declined because he couldn't leave the other man.
He often stayed behind, worked on cold case files, followed leads, made sure paperwork was done, made sure people weren't overworking themselves, but no one appreciated him, not even Gibbs. Maybe he should have taken the job in Spain he thought, he worked his ass off and he got nothing in return, it had been his idea in the first place about the wife, though it had been Abby who had done the work. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, again staring at the house in front of him, debating further about if he should go in.
"DiNozzo!" a voice, accompanied by a loud bang on his window, made Tony jump and he turned and saw Gibbs standing there, watching him. "Are you going to sit out here all night?" the other man asked him and Tony sighed.
"Was thinking about it," he replied, opening the door, grabbed the beer out of the passenger seat and climbed out as soon as Gibbs stood back. Gibbs didn't respond but turned on his heel and led the way inside, leaving the door open for Tony to follow. Tony stood on the threshold, turning back towards his car for a moment.
"DiNozzo, either come in or leave, you're letting the heat out!" Gibbs yelled from inside and Tony sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him. When he turned, he found Gibbs standing right there where he grabbed the beer and headed towards the kitchen. "Sit down," he commanded before putting the beer in the fridge after taking two out.
Tony walked in and sat down on the couch, leaning his arms on his knees and ran a hand through his hair.
"Is that conversation bothering you that much?" Gibbs asked, handing him a beer as he took a seat next to him.
"What conversation?" Tony asked, looking at his boss.
"Abby being my favorite," Gibbs said, taking a sip of his beer and Tony huffed out a laugh.
"Is there anything you don't know about?" Tony asked, looking towards the TV where he saw a ball game on.
"No," was the simple reply and Tony shook his head. "Tony," the older man said, sitting forward, close to the other man, "Abby is one of my favorites," he said and Tony snorted.
"Sure," he said and Gibbs leaned back and crossed his left foot over his knee, his arm across the back of the couch.
"Of course, McGee is my favorite geek, Ziva is my favorite Mossad operative, Ducky is my favorite ME and Abby is my favorite lab tech," Gibbs said, taking a sip of beer and Tony tried to ignore the obvious omission of his name.
"Ziva is the only Mossad operative you know," he muttered and Gibbs chuckled, causing Tony to look at him in shock.
"True," he nodded, taking another sip. "Hungry?" he asked, sitting forward and opening the pizza box sitting on the coffee table in front of them and Tony noticed it was his favorite. Tony looked down at the pizza, up at the TV then the man sitting next to him. A smile spread across his face as he picked up a piece of pizza and a plate before leaning back against Gibbs and taking a bite. "Don't get anything on the couch," the older man said, wrapping his arm around Tony's shoulders and pulling him closer.
"Do I ever?" he asked, his mouth full, face turned up towards the older man. Gibbs smiled before dropping a kiss on Tony's lips.
"No, I've got you trained well," Gibbs said rubbing a hand up and down his arm. Tony grinned before popping the rest of his pizza in his mouth. He put the plate on the table before leaning back, Abby had received roses for her efforts, but he now knew he was appreciated.
Let them think that Abby was Gibbs favorite, Tony knew better.
Short but sweet, let me know.