I watch the head lights swings around flashing over us and then the taillights as they drive away.

I look over at Jethro, wondering at what he's thinking.

"I'm fine." He answers the unasked question.

"We had a discussion about that word not to long ago." I say softly.

"In regards to you using it when you're sick." He sighs, but turns towards me and pulls me into a hug, his chest ice cold against mine where the sweater has parted.

"Think it just needs to be stricken from both of our vocabularies."

He shrugs under my embrace.

"Jethro?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's get in the car, I am really cold."

"Shit, yeah come on, the wet grass is probably a bad idea." Turning I watch as he bends for the keys on the floorboard next to the brake pedal, I can't help but step forward and trace his jean encased ass.

"Think that's what started this whole shenanigan."

"True but it was great 'till we got caught."

Standing up, he steps back into my arms, "Yeah it was." He drops his head onto my shoulder looking up into my eyes. It's such an odd angle, but sexy as hell.

The next words he says break my heart and set it flying at the same time. "This is the same place Shannon and I made love for the first time." Then with a soft shrug that I barely catch and an even softer whisper, "And I think this is where Kelly was conceived."

I pull Jethro back against me even tighter, pulling the sweater around us as much as I can. "I want to wish them back for you, I want to give you more time with them," I whisper into his ear, "But I'm a selfish bastard, because if their back, we're gone and I can't let you go Jethro."

"I don't want to quit you." I hear and almost die. I spin him around my face nothing but astonishment…

"Did you seriously just quote a movie…the first movie reference since the first day I started working for you? AND ITS BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN?!"

Jethro just shrugged and grinned the grin only I ever get to see. "Maybe." He kisses me but softly and only for a second. "Come on before Jackson comes back, because he will." Jethro lifts his eyebrows for emphasis.

I crawl past him into the front of the car but reach over the back for the rest of our clothes. Jethro and I dress quickly.

The trip back to the house is nowhere near as much fun as leaving it. I still sit next to him, my hand on his thigh but no sexy games, no speed.

Jethro lets the car idle for a moment before he kills the engine, "Let's go."

"Jethro, does your dad know that you…" I trail off, how do you ask your older lover if his father knows he's bisexual. Especially when you're about to go have a conversation with that same father after being caught.

"If he didn't he does now." Jethro picked up my hand from his thigh, "You're still my choice and will always be my choice." Turning he kisses me gently, "Come on he's standing at the window waiting for us to come inside."

I raised an eyebrow in question, but was pulled out of the driver's side and up the walkway without an answer, the door was pulled open before we could get there, showing that again Jethro was right.

"How do you always do that?" I whisper almost with an angry growl, but mostly just frustration.

"Habit."

I shake my head and almost smile until I see Jackson looking at our hands, still intertwined.

"Boys, there's a fire in the pit on the porch, I'll be right there."

Jethro sighs again, for the hundredth time since he's had to come home to deal with his dad and everything he left behind.

We sat in the two chairs that had been pushed close together knowing it was Jackson who had put them there.

The man in question comes out a moment later with a tray of coffee. I take the one with what looks like creamer and taste it. And promptly proceed to chock on it.

"Figured your with my boy you would have figured out how to drink bourbon by now."

I swallow what's left of the sip and cough once more before answering, "It's usually room temperature or over ice, and I know it's there not hidden in piping hot coffee." My voice sounds scratchy and strained.

Jethro looks at me, worry in his eyes. "I'm fine." I mock back is earlier response to the question I hadn't asked either.

His eyes flash anger but he lets it slid, I know he'll have at me later for my choice of words but we both know we have other things to contend with right now.

"I'm sorry we woke you up, Dad."

"Leroy, I don't know how you didn't wake half the town."

I hid behind my now known to be spiked coffee and wait to see what I need to say to help.

"Why did you go out there in the first place? There are plenty of beds in this place."

"Dad." Jethro growls.

"Your team doesn't know. Not very good investigators." It was said more of a statement than a question.

"No they don't know. Tony works for me…"

"And since you're his boss, you two can't have a relationship, without one of you moving to another team, but then that would change the relationship." Jackson said.

"We don't hide, we just don't…" Jethro saw the look of anger in his father's eyes, he knew Jackson thought they were ashamed of their relationship.

Jackson shook his head and sat back in the chair. "Tell them." He said tipping his head towards the house. "Those three in there and Ducky deserve to know."

Jethro swallowed and drank half his coffee in one gulp. "Christ boy I don't know how you have a throat left for me to want to throttle after years of that."

"Jackson, We haven't told them not because we don't trust them or because we are ashamed but because then they can't be used against us. And we can't be used against each other." I try to explain.

"Bullshit. You're trying to have your cake and eat it too."

"Maybe but its worked for years."

He shook his head again and sipped his coffee. "Why out there Leroy?" Jackson apparently had a fixation on that place, as much as Jethro did.

Jethro shrugged, it was one of the few places in this god forsaken town that had never been tainted, by anyone for him. It was one place he could still fell his girls.

"Leroy?"

I watched Jethro stand up and pace. I caught Jackson's eyes and shook my head, a look of pleading on my face. I wanted desperately for him to leave it alone. But Jackson is too much like his son.

Jethro must of known his father wasn't going to give up, so he did a very un-Gibbs thing and gave in. "It was were Shannon and I made love for the first time and where Kelly was conceived Dad. This place is to full of Shannon and because of her, them. I wanted the comfort of that place with Tony."

I couldn't believe Jethro was speaking…I mean really talking. Full sentences talking.

He stopped pacing behind me and scared me by placing a kiss on the top of my head. I jerked around and looked deep into his eyes. They were the same eyes I saw every time we made love, they did not belong to a pod person.

"I'm sorry, Leroy. I should have left it alone. I know how much it hurts to be here. I'm sorry son." Jackson stood and shrugged, "I think I'll take these old bones back to bed." Jackson was at the backdoor before he stopped and looked over his shoulder, "the trailers still in the back." With a nod he was gone through the door.

"The trailer?" I ask.

Jethro nods towards a corner of his dad's backyard. I can just make out the shape of a travel trailer. Pulling on my hand I look back and see Jethro is pulling me towards it. I follow him and of course the door isn't locked, why would a Gibb's lock a door.

Inside Jethro pushes me backwards till I fall on a double size bed, a little musty but really rather clean for an after though suggestion. That's what makes me wonder if it really was an afterthought. But quickly all thoughts are driven from my mind as Jethro kneels over me and kisses me softly.

This kiss is just as intense as the one in the car but nowhere near as needy. Then I hear the words for the first time in three days. "I love you Tony."

I smile around the kiss and answer, "I love you to, Leroy."