Kelly and Shannon don't die Alt uni. Slash. BDSM. Kink.

Tony sat at his desk, he pretended to work diligently on some paperwork that he had written the prior day, but he was staring at Gibbs. He wondered what made the Marine tick, what had caused all of those failed marriages. Lack of sex? Couldn't be Tony grinned to himself, financial struggle? Impossible, he drove a blue 1993 single cab Ford truck. Maybe he was into something what was that word Abby used?…Hinky.

Gibbs looked over at DiNozzo, he was lollygagging as usual, the young Italians mind probably on his latest conquest. Gibbs needed to get Tony to focus, "When I slap you it won't be on the head" Gibbs thought, and smirked to himself. He stood up and dismissed the rest of his team.

Tony walked to his car, a late model mustang, it had been a impulse purchase, to attract the upper echelons of girls but lately he wasn't feeling it. He needed something different. He needed to be grounded, he had started secretly meditating and going to the gym to get out his frustrations. He unlocked the car, and slipped into it, inhaling the pungent odor of the leather, he started the car relishing the throaty sound of the engine. He needed release.

Gibbs poured himself a bourbon, straight. He sucked it down in one gulp and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, he picked up the plane and began to smooth down his boat with the care. His mind spinning with primal urges, Tony had been so preoccupied lately and it was going to cause problems in the field. It needed to stop now before someone got hurt – or worse. He hadn't practiced in a long while and while it didn't bother him much, something about Anthony DiNozzo made him stir. He had played on and off with Abby, but she hadn't come around in a few weeks, when Gibbs had mentioned the thought of pursuing Tony. Her only words were ' Be careful, and don't break him.'