Summary: So he doesn't have the best track record. So what? He still needs his advice. He doesn't want to lose her. TIVA.
Disclaimer: Pfff. As if.
"Gibbs, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love her, more than you think, more than you know. What do I do? Tell me what to do." Tony pleaded. They were down in Gibbs' basement, Gibbs was sipping on a beer, leaning back on the counter, right palm pressed down on the counter for support. He shrugged a little, staring at his Senior Field Agent.
"Put a ring on it." Tony's eyes grew. Gibbs' face remained the mutual, deep in thought look.
"'You think she'll say yes?" Only then did Gibbs' eyes melt from ice to an ocean, a small soft smile tugging at his lips.
"She'll say yes. She'll say it a million times." Then he turned very serious, mean like a papa bear, and said menacingly, "But you sure as he** better make sure you love her. You don't play with her heart. Don't mess with her. You either love her, not only want her, but need her, or you don't. You understand me?" He had stepped up into a stand, glaring at his daughter's heart-throb.
"I know, Sir. That girl's been stuck in my head every hour of every day. When things get a little cloudy, she's right there to make sure the sun comes back out, making it crystal clear...but I don't know how she feels all the time."
"DiNozzo, it's time for you to man up and control what's good for you. Don't tell me all this, tell her."