It had started with a drink. Nothing more than two colleagues taking it easy on a Friday night after a long, hard week. It seemed simple enough, right? So it was when, after more than enough beers to have both men laughing at the smallest of things, they were entitled to do something stupid. In that case Gibbs had leaned over Tony to get another beer and Tony had playfully slapped him on the arse. They had both laughed when Gibbs made the comment of Tony been a dominator. Then suddenly Tony was sliding from the couch to his knees, licking his lips. There was Gibbs watching Tony and through all of his drunkenness he knew what was going to happen then with another swig of his beer he washed away those thoughts and let Tony go.
Monday morning rolled around and Gibbs walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand. He sat at his desk and sipped his coffee before looking around.
"Morning," Ziva smiled as she walked into the bullpen.
"Morning," Gibbs replied. McGee was next to arrive, cheerily greeting everyone. After some time Ziva had walked to his desk and asked why he was so happy. The simple answer was "I met someone,". With that Ziva had left him alone and went to check her emails. Not long after Tony walked in making sure he didn't make eye contact with Gibbs but when he looked up from his desk their eyes met and Tony quickly dropped his head and made it look like he was busy as he felt himself go red. The day passed quietly and to Tony's fear it seemed to drag on. Sure, he'd had the whole weekend to get over what he did but he thought of it as having the whole weekend to contemplate his feelings, his sexuality. Surely just this one occasion didn't mean that he was gay, did it? No, he told himself, it was just a stupid mistake that was never going to happen. When he left work tonight he would get on that internet dating site he'd been looking at and meet some nice girl who he might have a chance with and that would put an end to that.
When Gibbs said they could go home, at five, because it was so quiet Tony almost ran to the elevator but held himself back.
"You were awfully quiet today," Ziva commented as she and McGee got into the elevator with Tony. "Sick?"
"Yeah, haven't felt well all weekend," Tony replied. What he had said was the truth, he hadn't felt well mostly because he'd been thinking about it way to much. He'd practically made himself sick with fear because he was unsure of what Friday night had actually meant. He sighed at his own feelings, he knew he was straight, but something deep inside of him was pulling on his emotions, telling him maybe he needed to rethink his whole life.