Title: 'When He Kissed Me'

Authors: Abby Kay Ali and Chad Cassidy

Type: NCIS (SLASH) – [Tiva vs. Tibbs]

Point of view: Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo

PLEASE READ: This story contains sexual content based on heterosexual relationships as well as homosexual relationships. Please DO NOT read if sensitive to these situations. The authors are not held responsible for your distaste in the content in this story and respect the right to refuse to reply to any disrespectful and insolent reviews based on this story.

This story has been originally written in Hebrew and translated into Caribbean English. Any grammatical errors are our fault. Left aligned for easy formatting.

This story is written by two distinct authors with two different writing styles.

Prologue

When I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was that the shades were drawn shut. And the sound of the machines were terrorizing, especially the oxygen tank that they had hooked up to the mask he was now wearing.

"You're here", Abby said getting up from the chair beside the bed. "Gibbs, he's here." When she took up his right hand that appeared really limp and lifeless from my side of the room, I immediately felt devastated. Maybe my assumptions were right. He was dying.

Instead of looking at him, looking at his face, although he was looking at me and I knew it, I focused on Abby as she came around the bed and towards me. Taking my hand she led me outside and braced against the wall. Her eyes were red and swollen, cheeks moist and lips quivering. I held her hands. They were shaky. I couldn't think straight so I hugged her. But when I did, all I could do was feel tears threaten to anguish me, take me over and drown me.

"Tony", she said and wrapped her arms around me tighter. "You have to go in there, talk to him. He needs you really bad." And she sniffed, pulled away slowly. "I know that you've been angry at him, and you two fought and stuff, but he needs you Tony, he really does."

"He's dying", I stated…searching her eyes for an answer, fear creeping over me. "Tell me he isn't dying."

"No!" she said quickly, her eyes wide. "He's dying from heartbreak though, a painful one."

I sighed. "Who…Troy?"

"You!" she exclaimed. "Didn't he tell you –?"

"He did", I said cutting her. "I just thought –"

"If you don't go in there and talk to him, I swear I'm going to hate you if anything happens to him, Tony."

I sighed, wiped my face with the back of my hand. "I don't know what to say to him, Abby. I just don't know. These few days..."

"Just go in there and show him that you still care. Crack jokes, make him smile, be yourself. He wants that. That's what he loves about you." And she took hold of both my shoulders. "You were always the one to get to him the most."

"No, that was you Abby."

"No, it was never me. He could show me that he loved me easily, kiss me, give me hugs…but with you, just for him to show he cared more, imagine how it must have felt."

I wanted to complain more but knew that it wouldn't' get us anywhere. Besides…he was in there waiting on me to go in. And even though he was in a bed, couldn't move really, I still was anticipating him shouting my name out, a head slap if I didn't go in.

"I can't imagine it", I told her calmly.

"It's going to be easy for you though", she said sadly, taking my hand. "It's him who loves you. You're already dating Ziva and you love her, you have what you want already. Gibbs, he's gotta now get over you, move along and try to get over this. It's going to be so hard for him."

It was my fault in other words.

"It's going to be hard for me too", I said looking at her.

"How?"

"Because", and I turned to go into the room, "I've just broken up with Ziva and now I feel bad about this, about her and me."

"You broke up with her?" she asked in disbelief. "But why?"

I couldn't bring myself to say it. "It's his entire fault. When he kissed me the other night, after that, I can't stop thinking about him."

Her eyes grew wide and she gasped. She was actually smiling now. "Your so in love with him!"

"No", I said trying to act defensive. "That's not…it…is it?"

"You totally are! I knew it! You stud muffins always swing both ways!"

"Hey!" I said smiling. "I'm a stud muffin?"

"Yup, and so is Gibbs." And she smiled broadly. "Knew it! McGee owes me five bucks now! So…" and she waited.

"What?" I asked looking at her.

"He's a great kisser huh?"

"What would make you –"

"Ever since he kissed me I can't help thinking about him…" she said repeating what I had said.

I thought about it. "Well yeah he…is."

"Lots of tongue?"

"Abby!"

"Oh look how he's blushing!" she said grabbing my hands. "You so need to go in there right now. You're totally in the mood." And before I could even catch myself, she pushed me into the room.

But being back in the room, seeing him lying there dampened my mood once more. Not that I was in the highest of spirits for the past few days. As soon as I stepped across the threshold, he turned to look at me. And as our eyes met, something passed between us. It was new, something I had never ever felt in my life before having looked Gibbs in the eyes so many times before. Maybe it had to do with me now knowing how he felt about me, me knowing much more about everything.

His gaze was intense, his eyes watery and all of a sudden I felt the urge that I had before kicking in again. Maybe I should have kissed him back when he did the other night. I wanted to now. Every part of me reacted to him, the way he was looking at me…I felt rooted to the spot. Breaking the gaze, I stepped further into the room and towards the bedside table.

"You have a lot of admirers, Gibbs", I noted, fingering the red flowers part of a bouquet from Hollis, another bouquet from Doctor Ryan, one from Kate's sister. "Quite the ladies' man, aren't you?"

Of course he didn't answer. Even if he was well and sitting up, he'd never answer to that. Maybe throw a glare at me, or head slap me. But he'd never answer.

"We caught the guy who shot you", I said calmly, walking around the room. "He did put up a fight but I…shot him. I felt so angry…pissed at him when I heard. When he tried to get away I didn't chase him long. You'd expect Ziva to shoot but I did. Twice, one in his leg and the other grazed his side. Lucky bastard."

The sound of him inhaling, exhaling through the mask, the beeping of the machines filled the room. It wasn't as if he would have been talking much even if he could at the moment. Gibbs never talked much except for maybe recently when we had argued. But I wished he could have talked. I felt the anger build up in me.

"What made you go after him like that, Gibbs?" I asked with my back to him. My breathing rate was picking up now. "What the hell made you do that, without backup, without telling us anything? For God's sakes you could have been killed!" And I turned to face him. "What? You were so upset with me that you didn't want me to be on your six like always? Since the beginning you've been hiding stuff from me about this case, about you, about how you feel. I don't know what to say to you right now really." And I began to pace the room.

"Ever since I started to work for you I've tried to be a good agent. Every time I've trusted my gut I've felt nice about it because you do the same, I've had confidence in myself whenever you were proud of me yet you never said it often. And I always, always trusted you to tell me the truth, to never lie to me, never hide stuff from me. These past few days you've done nothing but lie to me, lie to the team and yeah…" I said throwing up my hands in distress, "withholding information from us is lying, Gibbs. You keeping this big secret inside of you about how you've been feeling about me for so many years, to now let it out, how you knew Troy…I'm rambling like Abby now."

And I walked to the chair, then sat down and huffed out a sigh. After I couldn't take it anymore, I bent over his bed, and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Gibbs, say something…" I whispered. "Talk to me. I'm sorry, I didn't know…I'm sorry for yelling at you, making you feel bad, telling you you're stupid and cold…"

When his warm hand softly grabbed mine, I jumped, nearly pulled away but I didn't. I allowed him to hold my hand, and watched as he used his fingers to slowly feel mine, his thumb caressed between my thumb and pointer finger. It was a soft spot of mine and instantly I began to feel alert and provoked, stimulated. It was as if he knew exactly where to touch me to make me feel the way I was feeling.

"Tell me how you feel", I said softly, looking at him. "Just let me know more, Gibbs. I want to know more."

I watched him reach up to hold the mask thingee on his face, and then he was moving it aside slowly. His breathing came out raspy when he tried to breathe without it, and I wanted to tell him to put it back on. But there was a dying urge in me to hear what he wanted to say. I wanted to hear his voice, hear that low voice that I knew all too well once more. We hadn't spoken to each other in more than a day, decent conversation.

"DiNozzo", he said, his voice cracking.

"Gibbs", I said softly. He looked so unlike the Gibbs I knew, the one who gave me stares, orders, never took nonsense. He looked more soft and emotional, vulnerable. "Tell me."

I held unto his hand with both of mine and looked at him.

"I…can't", he said slowly.

"Why?" I asked. "I can take it. I want to hear more."

"I'm not good with…expressing myself."

"Oh, like Ziva", I said and nodded. I was good with expressing myself. I could tell anyone how I was feeling without even trying. But sometimes I found it hard to do. "Cool. Only one other way to do that then", I said playing with his fingers.

He looked at me questionably. I got up and sat on the bed, placing his hand on my upper right thigh and I used my right hand to caress his face for the first time, taking time to feel his skin, how he felt.

"Show me how you feel about me", I said softly as my gaze lingered on his lips.

"You want to kill me, don't you?" he asked as I leant in and my lips lay inches apart from his. "You…take my breath away, Tony."

I took my thumb and rubbed his bottom lip intimately. "Then we're both going to die", I whispered looking into his eyes, "because right now, I can't…breathe and if I kiss you, you're just going to leave me breathless."

A/N – Yes it is going to be continued. This was just a bit of the story from the ending of it all. And I do trust that you want to hear everything that lead up to this right? I mean, who is this Troy and when the hell did Gibbs kiss DiNozzo? Where are they? Why is Gibbs in the hospital? And why is Tony so upset? Review and let me know if we should leave it here