A/N: So I figured it might be time to try my hand at some NCIS fanfic now. Hopefully it's good. Enjoy!


"That's just wrong, Gibbs," Tony said, walking into the living room and seeing Gibbs on the couch with a book. A book that was most definitely not meant for guys.

"How is it 'wrong'?" Gibbs asked, looking up from his book.

"You're a guy's guy. A manly man," Tony attempted to explain.

"And reading this makes me what? A girly man?" Gibbs asked, amused at what Tony was inadvertently implying.

"Well, no. Not exactly," Tony rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. He hadn't meant to call Gibbs a woman, it was just coming out that way.

"Then what?" Gibbs put the book aside, now solely focused on Tony and how he'd explain himself out of this one.

"It makes you…less…manly. But you're so manly already that it doesn't really make a difference. Not that I think you're over compensating or anything…"

"Quit while you're ahead, Tony," Gibbs said, trying to hide his smirk at the ramblings of his agent.

"Okay." Tony looked around the room, seemingly at a loss for words. He scuffed his barefoot on the carpet, looking up at Gibbs from under his lashes. "So…where did you get the book?"

"Worried someone else saw me with it when I bought it?"

"No, just curious," Tony replied, stilling fidgeting in place.

"Second wife left it. She used to read one a week. I started reading them so we'd have something to talk about," Gibbs said, figuring a straight answer would help Tony get over his sudden bout of awkwardness.

"Oh," Tony mumbled, obviously wishing he hadn't brought up the book now. Gibbs' ex-wives were always a touchy subject.

"Everyone has a guilty pleasure, Tony," Gibbs said, picking the book back up. At the mention of guilty pleasures, Tony stopped his nervous movements and flashed a toothy smile at Gibbs.

"Wanna know mine?" the younger man asked, his voice playful.

"Sure," Gibbs put the book back down, humoring Tony.

"Follow me." Tony said, heading towards the bedroom. Gibbs didn't even try to hide his smile as he got up and tossed the Danielle Steel book onto the coffee table. He had a feeling Tony's guilty pleasure was the same as one of his.


A/N: I wasn't allowed to touch Danielle Steel until I was 17...never did like her stuff. There's no hot guy on guy action. Imagine that. Please review and let me know if I should ever write for this fandom again, or just stay in the Supernatural world. Thank you!