Warning: This is a build up SLASH! If you don't like it, then don't read. Thank you.

Pairings: Gibbs/Tony (Tibbs)

Rating: T for safety and language

Category: General/Friendship/Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. Merely my fanfics including the characters.

Author's Note: THIS STORY WAS NOT BETA READ. Any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. If someone wishes to Beta this or/and any other of my stories, please send me a PM and let me know. Thank you so much. Enjoy.

The sound of rain was all that reached Tony's ears as the Senior Agent stared up at the skylight as the wet droplets pattered softly against the glass panels, a rubber band twirled in between his fingers. Man, what a boring day this turned out to be. Nothing but cold cases to pass the time. Another heavy sigh passed his slightly dry lips.

"Could you please stop doing that?"

Tony blinked out of his dazed trance, his eyes clearing and focusing on the woman sitting across from him. A bright grin lit his face. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, Zi-vah."

Said woman narrowed her eyes at her team member. "You know exactly what I mean, Tony."

Tony's eyes looked upwards for a second, as if truly pondering her words. "Hmm . . . nope, can't say that I do." The older agent inwardly smirked as he watched Ziva sit up straighter, if that was possible. Just as she opened her mouth the retort, the sound of Tony's desk phone ringing cut her off. Now outwardly smirking at the other, the Senior Agent quickly picked up the phone before his partner could say anything, placing it against his ear. "Special Agent DiNozzo speaking." He greeted as he raised an eyebrow at Ziva, amused as her eyes narrowed at him.

A rough chuckle came from the other end, causing Tony's other eyebrow to raise in confusion. "Special Agent, Ant? My my, how you have grown." The sound of the gruff voice instantly wiped the smirk off Tony's face, causing Ziva to grow curious. She watched with surprise as his normally bright eyes grew dark with hostile anger, his jaw clenching tight, indicating he was gritting his teeth harshly. His hold on the phone tightened to where the plastic item was in near danger of breaking, his knuckles turned white.

The young male slowly stood up from his chair, his left palm pressed against the surface of his desk. "How did you get this number?" The sound of utter contempt in his voice caused Ziva to blink at him with great surprise. She had never heard nor seen Tony so infuriatingly bitter and feral.

Another chuckle answered him. "Do you really want to be asking me that, Ant? Or perhaps, something else?"

A low growl came from the back of Tony's throat. "Listen, you son of a bit-"

"Language, Ant, language." A put upon sigh followed the other's words. "Oh well, can't ask for miracles, I suppose. I just wanted to check in on you and let you know I'm in town . . . and that I'm not leaving anytime soon." A full out laugh echoed through Tony's ear, making the young Agent shake with barely controlled anger. "See you soon, Ant." There was a soft click before the line went dead.

Ziva watched as Tony stood completely still, save for the tremors of anger that coursed through his body. Just then the sound of the elevator arriving and the metal doors opening interrupted the uneasy silence. The dark haired woman glanced up in time to see Gibbs and McGee walk into the bullpen.

Gibbs eyes took in closely how his Senior Agent shook in obvious rage, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense, and his knuckles pale white. His brows furrowed as he studied Tony. He's never seen the other this truly mad, so . . . what could have cause such a reaction?

Walking all the way into the bullpen Gibbs' eyes never left the tense form of his agent. "DiNozzo!" Barking out the younger male's name got a reaction none of them expected. Tony's eyes focused before turning onto Gibbs. The fiery green orbs narrowed for a split second before he slammed the phone down, finally releasing his death grip on it as he moved around his desk and storming off towards the Director's office, other agents moving and staying out of his way.

Slightly taken aback, Gibbs was immediately on alert. Moving quickly, the older man followed after Tony, taking two steps at a time to catch up to the other.

Passing the secretary's desk, Tony opened the door to Vance's office quickly, not bothering to knock beforehand. The man behind the desk looked up and raised an eyebrow at the abrupt entrance. Just as the door was about to close a hand stopped it, pushed it open, Gibbs stepping into the office and letting the door close behind him.

Vance glanced between his two agents before settling on the man standing before him. "Mind telling me why you decided to barge into my office unannounced? I have enough of that without adding you to that list." The Director said as he gave Gibbs a glance for a brief second, turning back to Tony as the other man rolled his eyes.

At first Tony didn't say anything, merely taking a few breaths before he spoke. "He's back."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the vague explanation, but it seemed that Vance had understood what he meant as he paused until he stood and stared at the younger man, his gaze calculating and inquiring. "Are you sure about this?"

Tony's lips tugged down in frown. "He just called me." Vance's brows drew together.

"You mean he called you here?" Tony nodded his head. "He's getting more careless, the cocky bastard." Sighing heavily, the Director sat down in his chair, running a hand over his face. Dropping his hands on the desk he turned his attention from Tony to Gibbs. "All your case files will be given to another team. As of right now, you have a new case, Agent Gibbs." Said man stared at him for a moment but didn't comment on it, nodding his head in agreement. Vance looked at Tony again, locking eyes for a second, before the younger agent turned around and walked out of the office, Gibbs following not far behind.

The older agent watched as the brunet as he quickly and stiffly made his way back down to the bullpen. Following after Tony at a slower pace, his eyes never strayed from the younger man. As the two walked into the bullpen, both Ziva and McGee stood up from their desks, hands hovering over their packs.

"Uh, Boss?" McGee questioned as he glanced between the older man and Tony.

Gibbs gave him a quick glance before sitting down at his desk. "We've got a case."

The two younger agents gave each other a curious look then turning their looks towards Gibbs. "Are we not going to the crime scene, Gibbs?" Ziva asked, her other hand going towards the drawer that held her gun. The man didn't give her an answer, his blue eyes locked with Tony's green one's.

After what seemed like minutes go by, Gibbs nodded towards the big screen, his eyes still locked with the Senior Agent's. "Your guy, your case." A small sense of deja vu filtered over the bullpen as Tony gave Gibbs a curt nod as he picked up the remote for the TV and moved in front of the screen.

Pulling up his own files, he shifted through them until he clicked on a certain one marked 'Gabe', earning a confused look from his team members. "This guy is a known drug lord. Or was. He was arrested ten years back when one of his own crew ratted him out." Tony explained as he pulled up a picture of a middle-aged man on screen.

The three other team members studied the photo closely. The man appeared to be in his late thirties early forties, tan skin stretched over well-built muscles. A mop of dark brown hair fell into vibrant green eyes. His facial features were strong with high cheek bones, a straight nose, a pair of thin lips, and a broad chin. There was jagged scar over his left eyebrow and an identical one across his chin.

"Why is he in the Naval database?" McGee asked his brows drawn together in confusion as he tried to connect the dots.

"He's suspected to have killed two Petty Officers, but was never proven guilty. Not enough evidence." Tony answered with a scoff at the end, his eyes fixed firmly on the photo on screen. "He was taken to jail after being ratted. Thirty years, no bail, no parole."

Ziva gave Tony an incredulous side-long glance. "And we are being briefed on this man, why?" Silence met her question.

Gibbs looked at his Senior Agent, eyes narrowing as he took in Tony's rigid body posture, his hand clutching tightly to the TV remote. Finally, Tony continued. "It seems that he is out of prison . . . on good behavior. Twenty years early."

McGee stared at the leaner man with disbelief. "Seriously? They let him out cause he was behaving himself?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow at the notion as well, but didn't say anything, knowing they would be told shortly.

Lips pulling back in a frustrated snarl, Tony glanced at the paler male. "Unfortunately, yes. He was released a week ago, to be exact."

"And we are just hearing about this now?" Ziva asked, confusion settling on her face. But Tony merely gave her a nod of confirmation.

Gibbs looked at the picture again before turning to Tony. "What's the guy's name?" The older man took in how Tony's shoulders seemed to stiffen even more, if that was possible.

Something flashed within Tony's green eyes. Gibbs saw the profound rage in the younger man's eyes, but he didn't press. Tony's voice, uncharacteristically sharp, broke the suddenly tense silence. "His name is Gabriel. Gabriel Vincent . . . DiNozzo. My brother."