"We need to get their attention away from Ziva and McGee," Gibbs said to Tony as they stood in the park watching the suspects, who were watching the van Ziva and McGee were in. Tony stood there in thought, trying to think of a movie that related to their situation. Gibbs looked around the park, maybe something would give him inspiration. He glanced at a couple who were holding hands then they kissed.
That'll get's people's attention… and if it's… Without thinking it through properly he pulled Tony towards him and crashed his lips down on top of the younger man's for a few seconds before pulling away.

"Boss?" Tony asked with a shaky voice.

"Got their attention," Gibbs said as the suspects looked at them. Ziva and McGee jumped from the van, collected what they needed and disappeared.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked. Tony snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to see Gibbs in front of his desk.

"Boss," Tony said jumping up.

"Finish that report," Gibbs ordered. Tony gave a nod, sat back down and stared at the half finished report. McGee handed his report to Gibbs and said his goodnights, not long after that Ziva also left after giving her report to Gibbs. Tony tried to concentrate on the report and not the fact that he was in the squad room… with Gibbs… alone. Fifteen minutes passed and all he'd done was stare at the paper and pen. He shook his head and looked around. Gibbs had disappeared so now he was totally alone. At this opportunity he quickly unlocked his middle draw and pulled out a leather bound diary. Skipping the first few pages which were covered in writing he found a blank page and put pen to paper, finally he'd get to write at least once today.

"Finished that report?" Gibbs asked, seeming to appear from thin air.

"Almost," Tony said and quickly put the diary back. Within five minutes he'd finished the report and handed it to Gibbs.

"Night Tony," Gibbs replied and noticed that his senior field agent looked as if he was in pain when he'd spoken to him. He brushed it off and turned to his computer to turn it off. He stood and walked towards the elevator but for some reason he felt intrigued to look at what Tony was doing with that diary he'd never seen before. He set his coffee upon Tony's desk and set about unlocking the middle draw but found that it was unlocked. He picked up the diary and flicked through the pages. The first few were about the rough case they'd had last week, just feelings and getting things off his chest then he turned the page.
Oh! He read and re-read the page and couldn't actually believe his eyes. Was it a joke? Did anyone know about this? Gibbs quickly closed the draw, picked up his coffee and headed for the elevator, with the diary.

Can't believe I left that damn jacket here. Gibbs thought as he walked back into the squad room only to find a very flustered Tony. I thought he'd left.

"You alright DiNozzo?" he asked.

"No," Tony replied.

"Wanna talk?" Gibbs asked.

"Have you seen a diary, its leather bound…? My father gave it to me, pretty much the only thing I have to remind me I actually have a father," Tony said. Gibbs didn't say anything, just watched as Tony went through the draws of his desk again, searching frantically.

"I've seen it," Gibbs said after a while.

"Where?" Tony said quickly.

"We need to talk first," Gibbs said as he began walking towards the elevator, Tony followed and they stepped in. "I held my breath in the elevator because I was scared I'd whisper his name when I looked at him…" Gibbs said watching as Tony dropped his head and his cheeks flushed with colour. Gibbs flicked the elevator off.

"Shit!" Tony cursed.

"I love the warmth and minute sting that come with every slap on the back of the head… I wonder if he notices that I watch his every move, that I see those small smiles he gives when he thinks nobody is watching… Does he notice that I try harder to impress him?" Gibbs stopped and took a breath. Tony turned his back, he felt like bashing his head against that wall of the elevator, how could this happen?
"Wanna tell me why you feel that way?"

"No," Tony whispered.

"How long?" Gibbs asked.

"A while," Tony replied in a whisper.

"It's only seven, go get your stuff and come around to my place," Gibbs said, flicking the elevator back on and watched as Tony left the elevator.