AN: Haven't posted in a while. Am not even trying to find an excuse. Anyway, here's a new chap. Thanks for your support! I hope you'll like this one! Cheers!

Chp. 19

They were sitting at a diner not too far from the NCIS HQ, having some lunch and a great time. Abby was almost sitting on Tony's lap, both of her arms hugging the Italian's left arm.

"Abby, don't you think you should let Tony get some food?" McGee asked, a smile on his face.

The Goth frowned at him, but didn't let go. "He's eating, McGee! What do you want?!"

"Hey, babygirl." Tony interrupted before things got too far. "Leave the McGoo be, alright?"

The raven haired girl pouted and then let her head fall against the Italian's shoulder. "But I missed you, Tony." She said miserably.

"Missed you too, sweetcheeks."

"You still look quite tired, my dear boy." Ducky observed from the other side of the table.

"Ah, just jetlagged." The Italian replied. "But I am hungry. Sorry, Abbs."

The Goth pressed a kiss to his cheek, but let go of his arm. "You've lost a lot of weight, Tonio."

The Italian man was chewing a piece of meat. "Was gettin' fat." He answered around a mouthful.

Abby punched him in the side. "You weren't fat, you were cuddly. But now you're all muscles."

Ziva dropped her fork and then rounded the table, coming to a stop next to her former partner. "Do show."

"Ah, come on." Tony waved at her.

The Israeli didn't give up that easily. She bent over his shoulder and pulled the button-down out of his dress pants, revealing his ripped abs. "Oh my... Tony!" She started patting him down.

Gibbs felt a wave of rage flood him as he watched the dark haired woman touch his boyfr-... Gibbs stopped himself. Was he Tony's boyfriend? First of all, it sounded really juvenile, not something Gibbs would name himself. And secondly, was Tony even okay with them being like that? In a relationship? He had no right to be jealous. But seeing Ziva touch his lover, made the older man want to ship the former Mossad agent to a place far, far away and freezing cold.

"Ooookaaay! Enough touching." Tony mock-snapped and pulled his shirt back down, stuffing it messily back into his waistband. "Can we continue eating now?" The group, minus Gibbs, chuckled.

After lunch, the team had some downtime and started looking through old case files, while Gibbs was out, probably getting some more coffee. Tony was sitting in the older man's chair, his feet propped up on the desk, flipping through some papers.

A little while later, the ex-marine was coming back into the bullpen, the ever present cup of coffee planted firmly in his hand. Walking past his desk, Gibbs swept the Italian's feet from the table. "Up." He ordered and the younger man complied, almost jumping off the chair. He shot a boyish grin at the senior agent, but it quickly slipped off his lips, when the older man didn't even shoot him a second glance.

Feeling a little let down, Tony grabbed his jacket and slipped his arms in the sleeves. "Alright, guys, I gotta go. Things to do, people to meet. I'll see you... tomorrow, I guess."

Gibbs' head shot up, hearing something that just sounded off. He immediately noticed the stiff posture of his younger lover.

"We could all go out tonight, no?" Ziva asked.

"Rain check! All yours tomorrow." He winked at her and then went into the elevator.

Opening the front door, Gibbs walked into his house. He couldn't hear any sound, but his own breathing. "Tony?" He asked and then waited for an answer, but didn't get one. The older man pulled out his cell and dialed the familiar number. After letting it ring a couple of times, he sighed heavily and hung up. Trying not to think about the recent events anymore, the older man walked down the flight of stairs to work on his boat.

It wasn't until a few hours later, when Gibbs woke from where he had apparently fallen asleep under his boat, due to some noise coming from upstairs. Getting up, the older man stretched himself and then took two steps at a time on his way up.

What he saw made his gut churn. There was Tony, incredibly handsome as always, but definitely drunk being support by some, to Gibbs, unknown man. The Italian was chatting away giddily, sometimes stopping to giggle. The other guy had one of his arms wound around Tony's waist, holding him close and helping him taking another step.

"'n you know I Italistal... Stal... I am." Tony broke off his attempt and started laughing uncontrollably.

The other man, who didn't look that bad himself, chuckled. "Yes, you're the Italian Stallion, Tonio."

"What's going on here?" The ex-marine asked, the anger clearly audible.

Tony turned and almost fell. "Ah! Greeeg, this... m'boss."

"Nice to meet you, Sir. I'm a good friend of Tony here." He patted the younger man on the back. "You know, Hotshot, you didn't have to stay with your boss here, you could've stayed with me. How about I'll grab your stuff and you can crash at mine, huh?"

Gibbs stepped forward. "I don't think so."

"It really isn't a problem." The man of Latin descent said.

"It is. I don't know who the hell you are and you're not gonna take my agent, my very drunk agent, back to yours." The grey-haired man told him firmly.

"Ex-agent!" Tony stated.

"Oh, so you're staying with a former boss? Look, I'll just get him outta your hair." Greg said, already tugging on the Italian again.

Gibbs' steel grip on his arm made him stop in his track. "He's staying. And you're leaving, now."

The other man thought about arguing, but the glare he got from the NCIS agent made him swallow his words. "Alright. Tonio, I'll see you soon, right?"

"I don't think so." The older man said and took a hold of his lover's arm, who was swaying dangerously.

Greg nodded. "See ya."

"Bye, Greg!" Tony grinned and then let himself fall onto the couch.

Gibbs felt a lot better, as soon as that guy had left. He hated that feeling of jealousy that came to grip his heart whenever someone got to close to what was his. "Alright, Tony, let's get you into bed." He said, kneeling down in front of the younger man. Tony on the other hand just kicked off his shoes and laid down on the sofa. Gibbs smiled at him. "Don't make me carry you." He joked. "Come on, Tone, you can sleep upstairs."

"No. Not sleep withu." Tony slurred, getting comfortable.

The smile slipped off the other man's face. "Tony." He started threading his fingers through the soft brown strands, but a cold fist closed around his heart, when the younger man pulled away.


"Okay..." Gibbs sighed and got up. He took the quilt from the arm rest of his couch and put if over his lover's body. The younger man was already fast asleep. Gibbs bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Love you, Tone."

He woke to the smell of coffee. His head was killing him and he groaned as he pushed himself up. He was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He needed some of that coffee, even if that meant trying to chug Gibbs' tar. The Italian was just about to enter the kitchen, when Gibbs came from his basement, clearly looking for a refill.

"Morning, when are we leaving?" Tony asked, leaning against the doorway.

"I'm leaving in 5. I don't know what you're doing." The older man answered tersely.

The Italian rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm coming with you, of course."

"Don't think so. You're not authorized."

"What?! Not auto- what the hell are you talking about?" Tony asked, sincerely confused.

Gibbs filled his cup again. "You're not working there, so go find someone else to keep you occupied."

"What's wrong with you? And about not being authorized: I'm still an NCIS agent, as you damn well know. What's your problem anyway?"

"I don't have time for your games. Why don't you go ask Greg to keep you company."

"Okay, I don't know what the fuck your problem is and you know what? I don't give a damn. You want to be a dick, have fun. I'm tired of figuring out just what your damn problem is." Tony replied angrily and went over to pick up the jacket he had dropped on the couch table. Then he turned around and almost ran into Gibbs. He was about to round the other man when his hand was grabbed.

"Tony..." He heard the heaviness in the older man voice. "Sit down, please." The Italian complied and watched as Gibbs sat down on the coffee table, right in front of him. "I'm sorry, Tony... I've been more of a bastard than usual and I'm sorry."

Tony sighed. "I wish you would just talk to me. How am I supposed to know what's going on? You need to talk to me. What happened?"


The Italian waited for an explanation. "Ziva. What about her?"

Gibbs let out a breath. "I... I don't like her touching you."

"When was she - you mean yesterday." It wasn't a question. "Gibbs, she was making fun. Couldn't believe I'm not looking like a raccoon anymore."

The older man smiled humorlessly. "Don't like her touching you."

"You do know that there's nothing between her and me. Never was, never will be."

"Tony, I've seen the looks she gives you."

It warmed the younger man from the inside, to see that he wasn't the only one who was being insecure about relationships. "I promise you, I don't love her, not in a romantic way anyway. And I know she feels the same way. We've talked about that, some time ago and we're fine. Is that why you were treating me like crap yesterday?"

Gibbs looked at him. He hadn't expected that.

"I didn't know what was going on... The way you behaved... It hurt me."

"I'm sorry, Tony." Gibbs said, but Tony could see that the other man still had something that was bothering him.

"What is it?"

"That guy."

"Greg?" He saw Gibbs tensing. "He's just a friend. Actually just a friend of a buddy. Met him at a bar last night and we had some drinks. I got drunk. Probably a little too drunk, so he offered to let me stay at his. I told him I wanted to come back here. That's it."

"He wants you."

"Greg? No! He's not into men." Tony said.

"I saw the way he was touching you."

"Again with the touching." Tony exclaimed. "Gibbs, I was wasted. He was taking me back here. I couldn't walk straight. You know that I want you. Want to be with you." He saw the older man shaking his head. "You... you don't want. I shouldn't have... I'm sorry."

"What?" Gibbs' head shot up. "No! No, Tony, no. I didn't mean that." The ex-marine went to sit next to his younger lover. "I want you. Want you so bad." He placed a hand against Tony's cheek and caressed the soft skin. "I love you, Tone. So much."

Tony swallowed hard. "I love you, Jethro." He whispered.

The ex-marine didn't hesitate. He slipped his other hand behind Tony's head and pulled him close, letting their lips meet in a passionate kiss. After making out a little, Gibbs pulled away, still holding the younger man close. "You never looked like a raccoon. You were very, very, very gorgeous."

Tony blushed. "And now?"

"Different. But still incredibly sexy." Gibbs told him, starting to nip at his neck.

"Oh, I get it!" Tony exclaimed, pushing the older man away, letting his hands travel down the ex-marine's chest. "I'm getting to thin. That's why you're always stuffing me with meat." He said lasciviously, his hand stopping at Gibbs' waistband.