The continuous gunfire that came from Tony's computer echoed in the darkness of the "Team Gibbs" squad room. He flinched when a particularly loud bang ripped through the empty room, and instinctively glanced around for Gibbs. Laughing softly at his paranoia, he hunched back over his desk and lost himself in the video game even more deeply than before.
Seconds later, Tony yelped when he felt a familiar hand connect with the back of his head. Quickly turning his monitor off, Tony wheeled his chair around and cheerfully greeted Gibbs with a sheepish, "Hey, boss!"
"DiNozzo," he drawled, his face stern but an amused twinkle lit his eyes. He stepped around the partition separating himself from his agent and made his way to his desk, ever present coffee in hand. Settling himself in his seat, he took a slow sip before asking, "Whaddya doing here?"
"Worki-" Tony began, but Gibbs' raised brow cut him off. He slouched in his seat and conceded to the truth. "Playing video games."
Furrowing his brow, Gibbs leaned forward and nearly demanded, "Don't you have a home to go to, DiNozzo? Or a girl to see?" He added the last part behind a large gulp of caffeine.
Tony grinned and ignored the teasing jab. "Of course, boss. I was just, well..." he trailed off and scratched his head. "I don't know."
"Playing video games?" suggested Gibbs, as he began powering his computers up and pulling files of his cabinets. When Tony didn't respond, he peered over his monitors and looked pointedly at the younger man.
Feeling his boss' stare, Tony straightened in his seat. "Sorry boss, I must've spaced out."
"Don't apologize, DiNozzo, it's a-"
"Sign of weakness," he finished, but quickly blushed when he saw Gibbs pause at the interruption. "Sor-" he cut himself off and hit the back of his own head gently.
Gibbs smirked and proceeded to continue his early morning rituals. After several minutes, Tony glanced at his watch and sighed. Pushing his chair back and under his desk, he began making his way out of the squad and towards the elevators.
"Heading to grab some breakfast, boss. You want anything?"
Rather than answer directly, Gibbs held up his coffee container and shook it. Tony nodded and pushed the down button, his stomach growling when he considered his options of food. He jumped back when Ziva and McGee, who were arguing over something, stepped out.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" DiNozzo cried, straightening his tie as he took moved into the elevator. Ziva made a face as McGee ignored him, continuing his discussion with the Israeli assassin.
They slung their backpacks off as they reached their desks, before clicking on their lamps and beginning their extremely early morning work.
Several hours later, when the sun finally begin filtering rays of welcomed light into the bullpen, Gibbs phone rang and he answered with his usual, "Yeah, Gibbs."
After listening intently, Gibbs disconnected the call and began grabbing his gun and badge. "Grab your gear. Dead Marine."
TBC...
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