AN: Drunken fic, as promised. (I said I'd come home from birthday celebrations and write a story while still under the influence.)

After Party

Gibbs smiled and shook his head as he observed the small group of people he'd somehow invited over after the bar had shut down for the night. They'd all been out relaxing after the close of a particularly hard case, and had to share a cab back to the house as each of them had had a bit too much.

McGee had managed to pick up a hot redhead. Now, Tony had had many a jokes about that, all of which Gibbs had decided to pretend he never heard. But this girl seemed to really like Tim. Like really. Right now as a matter of fact, Tim and this girl, Millisa was her name, were in the far corner of the basement, apparently under the impression that they couldn't be seen as they made out like teenagers.

Ziva had decidedly left about twenty minutes ago now, being tired from the long day. Tony was still too drunk for Gibbs to feel okay about letting go anywhere. So they sat on saw horses on the opposite wall from the love-struck couple. They'd been talking a while ago, but they seemed a bit mesmerized by McGee and this redhead now.

"Man, I'd like to do that to you some day," Tony said quietly.

Gibbs looked over at him. "What?"

"Huh?" Tony looked at Gibbs in question.

"Didn't you just say something to me?"

"No." Tony furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"Hm." Gibbs shrugged and looked down at his glass.

"I'd ride you so hard you'd forget about any redheads," Tony said.

"DiNozzo, what the hell?" Gibbs had heard him plain as day this time.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Who are you talkin' about?"

"Talking about?"

"Just now you said they'd forget about redheads. Who the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Did I say that out loud?" Tony's eyes widened.

"Yeah."

"Uh... No one, boss. Sorry. Forget I said it."

Gibbs sighed and decided he was done drinking for the night, setting his glass down on the bench. "Think I might turn in. You gonna babysit? You can crash on the couch, you know."

"I know," Tony replied with a small smile. Then he looked back down at his empty glass. "I'd rather be in your bed with you."

"Tony?"

"Hm?"

"What'd you just say?"

"I said I know I can sleep on the couch."

"After that."

"I didn't say anything after that, boss," he shook his head.

After a long moment appraising the agent to see if maybe he was trying to joke with him, he said, "Alright." Then he turned and headed up the stairs.

"Damn. You have such a great ass."

"DiNozzo, go to sleep!"

~End~