Witten for akaEve as Heiti relief fic! She asked for Gibbs/ofc and I tried to do my best.

Chapter 1

'Boss, you looking hot!'

Gibbs rolled his eyes at the obvious exaggeration on DiNozzo's part. Plus he never thought he would listen to his senior agent calling him "hot". It was slightly disconcerting. That of course didn't stop Tony. 'How do you feel Boss?' The only answer suitable is that question was "like lamb in front of his executioner". And is that even an expression, Gibbs wondered briefly while his mind wandered to the story of Mary Stewart and he imagined said Queen's first meeting with Elizabeth I. Tony's question was really annoying but his Boss decided to remain silent and grant the younger man just another day of living considering he would need him later on during his mission.

"Oh smokin' hot!' The annoyingly happy voice was certainly Abby's. How was it possible the room to be full with people when only seconds earlier he was alone? OK not full exactly but Abby, Ziva and Tony were standing ridiculously close to him with something that looked like… admiration? Gibbs was nothing if not modest; he didn't really like the way the much younger women were looking at him. Tony's face hid a certain amount of jealousy as well for some reason. Gibbs took another look in the mirror and smirked.

'Really nice, Gibbs, black suits you.' He was dressed all in black, a 'painfully' expensive black suit, an equally expensive black tie, a black, dress shirt with cuff-links in the same colour that Gibbs could only imagine by what stone they were made. To complete the attire he was made to wear a pair of shiny new black shoes. He thought that if the shoes were both back and white he'd look like one of these Mobsters in a seventies' film.

Damn! Why was he in this position again? Tim, who had magically appeared to stand in the far ending of the room saying nothing was really, "really" looking at his Boss and not how he was dressed like the others, was the one who noticed his discomfort.

'You're the only one who can pull this one, Boss. Peterson was looking more to you than Tony or me. So that makes you the most possible candidate to enter in that hotel and find out what's going on.' Gibbs was amazed that his youngest agent could actually see that he didn't like this mission at all.

Navy Officer Adam J. Peterson had been found dead a couple of days earlier in a remote alley, really close to a part of the city that was pretty classy and really expensive. He was beaten to death, as a warning? They didn't know. The man had given a really good fight that was obvious by the scratches in his hands but they had no DNA or any evidence to lead them on. His assailants were more than four though according what little evidence were capable of finding in the crime scene. It was also very clear that someone was trying really hard to cut off the investigation. Apparently when they had killed him they had no idea he was a Navy Officer and it turning right back at then.

What had brought them in the current situation, Gibbs in front of a full-body mirror and all others looking at him was that after the futile investigation, Tim had discovered that Peterson had a second -part time- job as an escort, in lack of a better word.

That night of his murder he was going to "visit" a mysterious woman who went by the initial "L". They hadn't managed to find anything else about her, neither her real identity not how she really looked like not the woman herself. In other words unless they did something like "infiltrating" in the Escort Agency Paterson had been a member for two years, they wouldn't be able to learn who had killed the forty year old, well trained Navy Officer.

So, that's what they did and several days later, when "L" asked for the "company" of a man, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the only one to meet her expectations. Unfortunately for said agent.

"Really, Boss, you look just like that guy who played the gigolo..' His eyes moved upwards as he thought the film. 'Well, not really a gigolo. Boss have you seen "Sweet Birth of Youth with Liz Taylor? You look just like…' He finally had the sense to look at his boss and stop thinking the old TV film. Gibbs gaze was murdering.

'Ya think, DiNozzo?'

'Um… well what I mean is well, you're much more mature with your gray hair and all your experience…and…' Tim looked at Tony wondering if the older man had a suicide wish while Ziva and Abby were exchanging amused glances. Gibbs himself would have thought the situation was hilarious of the expensive clothes he was currently wearing weren't so annoying.

'Are you hitting on me, DiNozzo?'

'What? No Boss!' Tony saw his Boss stalking him until he had him cornered in the wall.

'Good.' Gibbs turned around smiling to the young women who were looking at them and was ready for business. 'Alright. We have a case to solve and I need you all, next to me. You too, DiNozzo.' It wasn't the right time to bait his senior agent. His life was at risk if they did any kind of mistake and he wasn't so very fond of the prospect.

'Hm Boss? Here're your glasses.'

'Glasses, McGee?'

'Well, we have a camera attached to them so when you actually see this L, maybe will be able to identify her and take you out of there the soonest possible.' Gibbs took the glasses and put them on. They were different than his usual ones. He turned around to gauge reactions.

'It gives a certain authority.' Ziva said.

'An old escort with a pair of glasses. Who would have thought of that?' Gibbs wasn't so sure about the whole scenario they had pulled.

'NCIS?' Abby and Tim asked together and Gibbs had to roll his eyes.

'Just make your best to come out of there alive, Boss.' Tim said and Gibbs felt the slight fear in the young man's voice. Strolling out of the room he patted his shoulder.

'Do your best from here, McGee and everything will go fine. DiNozzo, David with me.'

It was time to meet their suspect and finish with their case.