Title: That's what started this?

Summary: Abby gets bored and come up with a plan involving Gibbs and Tony. A plan that she may wish she never came up with.

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Author's Notes: Okay, originally this was going to be another in the BORED series of stories. Problem is it took some weird twists and turns on me. It ended up way longer than I expected and getting a little deeper than I expected, but hopefully everyone will enjoy it.

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Glancing at himself in the mirror, He grinned. This would definitely attract the ladies tonight. If there was one thing Anthony DiNozzo knew, it was how to dress to impress.

The knock at the door quickly started to grow more demanding.

"Coming." Tony yelled as he tried to hurry out of the bedroom buttoning the last few buttons on his shirt. He pulled the door open, surprised when he saw the man standing there. "Hey Ducky."

"Tony." Ducky smiled.

"Thought Abby was picking me up?"

"Evidence for Agent Rickman's team " Ducky waved a hand. "She'll meet us as soon as she can."

"Okay. Let me just grab my jacket."

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"Gibbs?" Abby called out walking into the house.

"Yeah."

She heard the voice echo down the steps.

"You almost ready?"

"Ready." Gibbs said coming down the stairs.

"Gibbs!" Abby smiled proudly. "You actually listened to me!"

"What?"

"You look hot." Abby grinned. "And jeans that fit! I'm impressed."

"Whatever."

"You're totally gonna get some." Abby smirked, he did look hot. He had on a black dress shirt, the first few button open, no t-shirt underneath and tails untucked. The jeans he wore did actually fit, unlike the jeans he normally wore that sagged, these hugged his legs nicely. "Let me see your ass."

"Excuse me?" Gibbs glared at her.

"I wanna make sure your ass looks good in the jeans." Abby said it as if it was a normal every day request.

"My ass is fine." Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"Then let me see." Abby put her hands on her hips.

"Abby."

"Then let me see your crotch."

"ABBY!" His voice now raised

"Well, do the jeans show off the package?" Abby wiggled her eyebrows. "Show everyone what you have to offer."

"Enough!" Gibbs barked. "Where's Duck?"

"Body for Agent Rickman's team." Abby sighed. "Said he'd try to meet us later."

Gibbs nodded. It wasn't unusual for cases to interrupted social events.

Walking out the door, Abby grabbed his shirt tails and lifted them up looking at his ass.

"Looking good."

Gibbs stopped and glared back at her. His finger pointed at her face. "You even think about lifting up the front of my shirt and you'll get your first head slap."

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"So what you looking for Duck?" Tony asked taking a sip of his beer. They had ended up at a table towards the side of the bar.

"Looking for?"

"In a woman." Tony chuckled. "Blond, brunette. Maybe taking the Gibbs route, the red head."

"Ah yes, well, no preference here." Ducky smiled. "It's about the connection, something deeper than just superficial..."

Ducky's answer faded as his eyes followed an attractive brunette that walked by their table.

"Yeah." Tony grinned. "I could see wanting a deeper connection with her."

Ducky suddenly looked back at Tony, feeling himself blush slightly. "Yes, um, she is rather attractive."

Tony laughed. It was unusual to see Ducky be so blatant about looking at a woman.

"And you?" Ducky smiled. "What are you looking for?"

"Just looking." Tony shrugged.

"Don't you ever get tired of the one night stands?"

Tony took s drink.

"You do." Ducky smirked.

"I didn't say anything!" Tony said slightly annoyed.

"And silence many times says more than words."

"Are you profiling me?" Tony asked his eyes narrowed.

"No." Ducky smiled. "Trying to discover what the real Tony is looking for. The Tony behind the jokes, the sexual bravado, and the casual sexual encounters."

Again, there was silence.

"What do you want in someone?" Ducky paused. "In someone you could see yourself having more than a casual relationship with."

It took a moment but Tony did respond.

"Honest, loyal, sexy as hell." Tony grinned letting it fade into a smile. "Someone who wants to curl up on the couch and watch old movies all day. Or better yet curl up and just make out like we're teenagers again."

Ducky smirked.

"Someone that thinks I'm enough." Tony picked at the label on his beer bottle. "A man that can see past the damage, the jokes and all the hyped up sexual bravado."

"That's truly what you want?"

"Yeah." Tony nodded glancing at Ducky.

"Not an easy man to find."

"What?" Tony looked confused.

"You said a man."

"No I didn't." Tony chuckled nervously.

"You did." Ducky nodded. "And I believe you have a man in mind."

"Okay this is supposed to be about you." Tony changed the subject. "I'm here to help you find someone."

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"Why did I agree to this?" Gibbs rubbed his forehead as he sat at the table trying patiently to wait for his drink.

"Because you need to meet someone."

Gibbs sighed. "Who says?"

"Me and your hand." Abby smirked.

"ABBY!" Gibbs scowled. She was the only one that could get away with talking to him like this and he still wasn't sure why he let her get away with it.

She grinned. "Come on. It's time to get back on the dating horse and ride it all night long."

Gibbs glared at her.

"Relax. Take a deep breath." She followed her own advice, inhaling deeply.

"I am relaxed." Gibbs barked.

"Okay then what's on the menu tonight. Sushi or sausage?" She raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Gibbs bellowed.

"Hello we are here to get you laid!" Abby grinned. "Or better yet, find you someone that you might actually wanna be with outside the bedroom on a long term bases."

"You and Duck trying to get me married off again?" Gibbs questioned as the waitress finally placed their drinks in front of them.

"Don't you wanna find someone?"

"I don't know."

"What are you looking for?" Abby asked. "I mean really looking for?"

Gibbs swirled the Bourbon in his glass and took a deep breath. "Loyal, trustworthy, and good lookin'."

Abby smirked

"Someone that can make me laugh." Gibbs grinned. "A great kisser, someone that can just curl up on the couch and be happy wrapped in each other's arms. A man that looks good in both jeans and a t-shirt or slacks and a dress shirt."

"So we're looking for a man." Abby grinned.

Gibbs scoffed. "Yeah."

"Okay then look around and see if something gives you a rise.

He dropped his head back. "Abby."

"What come on? There's a lot of gorgeous men here." She glanced around. "Has to be someone that catches your eye."

Taking a deep breath, Gibbs scanned the room. First looking at several of the tables, then skimming down the bar, about a quarter of the way down the bar he stopped.

Abby saw the pause and looked over to were Gibbs gaze had stopped.

"Nice ass." She smirked. "Wonder if he looks as good from the front as he does from the back?"

A woman suddenly approached the man leaning on the bar next to him. She smiled and said something. The man never turned ,but obviously replied because the woman shrugged and left.

"Oh he's looking for sausage. Go!" Abby stood up and tried to push Gibbs out of his chair.

"Abby what is the hurry?"

"Hello he's hot and there are tons of men here!" Abby paused. "Plus I want to make sure you at least talk to someone before I leave."

"Leave?" Gibbs stood up and looked at her.

"Got a text." Abby said. "Work."

"Of course."

She nodded. "So go!"

"Fine." Gibbs nodded towards the door. "You leave and I'll go over there."

She stared at him not trusting him to make the final approach. "You promise?"

"Promise." He nodded.

"Okay but I'll call you tomorrow and I expect to hear about Assman."

"Go!" Gibbs said pushing her towards the door.

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Ducky's phone suddenly hummed to life. Picking it up off the table, he looked at it. "Sorry my dear boy, but I have to go."

"What?" Tony held up his hands. "We just got here."

"Body just came in." Ducky stood up. "But stay. Hopefully Abby will be on her way at some point"

"Yeah" Tony nodded.

"Enjoy yourself." Ducky patted Tony's shoulder. "And don't fear what you want. Embrace it."

Tony ignored the comment.

"Why don't you go to the bar." Ducky nodded. "Some space just opened up."

Glancing at the bar, Tony saw a man walk away leaving a empty spot between two other men. "Thanks Duck."

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Gibbs watched as Abby made her way towards the door, glancing back at him several times before she finally exited the bar. Grabbing the Bourbon he drank it down in one gulp then placed the glass back on the table. He smirked to himself. He didn't hate all this as much as he let Abby believe. There had been plenty of times he'd picked people up in a bar. Although Abby knew him better than most people, she still had very little idea of what he was like outside work and she knew nothing about how he was when he was on the prowl.

Looking back over to the bar, Assman, as Abby had named him was gone, but he had been replaced by an even better one. The man was wearing, jeans, tight black jeans that hugged him perfectly. On top of that was an cream color t-shirt the clung to the muscles of his arms. He was leaning against the bar, money in hand waiting for the bartender to get his drink

Gibbs smirked, perfect timing. Walking towards the bar, Gibbs stopped behind the man, letting their bodies barely touch as he spoke in the man's ear.

"Let me." Gibbs voice was low, guttural and full of lust. He slid a bill towards the bartender as he sat the beer down in front of the man.

The bartender smiled and nodded taking the bill from Gibbs. "Anything for you?"

"Bourbon"

"Coming up." The bartender nodded.

Gibbs let his right hand settle on the man's hip. The man's body tensing momentarily, but then relaxing under his finger tips.

"You always this forward?" The man asked.

"When I see something that interests me." Gibbs sighed still speaking in the man's ear.

Slowly the man turned around and leaned back against the bar, his eyes going wide when he looked at Gibbs.

"Tony!" The name came out and Gibbs' throat went dry.

Tony's hands clutched the bar, as he stared at Gibbs, his eyes wide, his mouth gaping open.

"Bourbon." The bartender said sitting the drink down then looking back and forth between the two men. He grinned then shook his head and walked away.

"What are you doing here?" Tony asked.

"Having a drink." Gibbs answered clearing his throat.

"Yeah. Um, me too. I was just-" Tony stammered. "Just checking the place out. Never been here before. Never, ever. Never."

Gibbs nodded.

"Didn't realize what was going on here tonight." Tony laughed nervously. "Never would have come in if-"

"Stop." Gibbs sighed.

"Right." Tony nodded. "Shutting up."

Gibbs leaned forward and Tony quickly moved aside making sure they didn't touch in any way.

"Just getting my drink." Gibbs chuckled, picking up his glass. "Not trying anything."

"Right." Tony nodded repeatedly.

Gibbs took a sip of his Bourbon, his eyes inadvertently skimming down Tony's body.

Tony's eyebrows went up. "Did you just check me out?"

"What?" Gibbs drew his head back trying to look offended.

"Your eyes just leered down my body!"

"How much have you had to drink?" Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"I know when a man has just checked me out." Tony smirked.

"Do you now?"

"Well, I mean, men check me out sometimes." Tony shrugged trying to play off his statement.

"And just where have you been that men are checking you out?" Gibbs asking taking a long swig of his drink.

Another shrug and Tony picked at the label on his beer bottle as he had earlier with Ducky.

"I'm a good looking guy." Tony looked at Gibbs and grinned. "It happens."

"Yeah." Gibbs sighed. "You are good looking."

Tony turned his head slightly. staring at Gibbs. "You're admitting I'm good looking."

"Yeah."

A small half smile played at the corner of Tony's lips.

"You going to drink that beer or just play with the bottle." Gibbs smirked.

"Beer, right." Tony took a sip, watching as Gibbs nodded at the bartender for another.

Gibbs pulled a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the bartender. "Start a tab."

The bartender nodded as he placed another Bourbon on the bar in front of Gibbs. This time when Gibbs leaned forward for his drink, Tony didn't move. He didn't even breath as Gibbs upper body stopped just mere inches from his own and he picked up the drink. Their eyes met briefly, Tony looking away as Gibbs smiled.

"That nervous around me?" Gibbs asked, his lips almost touching Tony's ear.

"No." Tony sighed, his eyes fluttering closed a moment, then shooting open, praying Gibbs hadn't seen the reaction.

Gibbs smirked before bringing the glass to his lips.

Damn. Tony groaned to himself. He'd seen.

"Wanna go sit down?" Tony asked, then let the trepidation kick in. "I mean. If you, I understand you probably came here to meet someone. Take somebody home, have a good time." Another nervous laugh. "I should let you do your thing."

Tony turned to walk away and felt the strong grip on his forearm.

"There's an open both to our right." Gibbs nodded in that direction, then released Tony's arm.

"Okay."

Making their way to the booth, Tony slid in all the way, hoping Gibbs would sit down next to him. Instead, Gibbs slid in across from him.

"So do you come here often?" Tony laughed.

Gibbs shook his head.

"Yeah you don't strike me as the bar type."

"Sometimes."

"So am I the first guy you've tried to pick up?" Tony instantly wishing he could take the question back.

"Was I trying to pick you up?" Gibbs paused. "I thought I was buying you a drink."

"Thanks for that, by the way." Tony tipped his beer bottle in Gibbs direction.

"You're welcome and no." Gibbs answered.

Tony swallowed the lump in his throat, shocked by Gibbs honesty. "You, um, were going to try and pick me up. Before you knew who I was."

"I was gonna buy you a drink and go from there."

"So what made you approach me over everyone else? Tony asked, interested in how out of all the men here, Gibbs had made the decision to buy him a drink.

Gibbs shrugged. "Don't know."

"Just went eeny, meeny, miny, moe?" Tony chuckled, then stopped abruptly as a wide grin spread across his face.

"What's the grin for?" Gibbs asked.

"You came over because you saw my ass." Tony laughed. "My back was to you."

"Maybe I liked your back." Gibbs tried to hide a smirk.

"No. You liked my ass."

For the first time since this began, Gibbs saw the familiar Anthony DiNozzo come through. The cocky confident Tony.

"You can tell me." Tony grinned. "I'll be flattered that you picked my ass over all the others."

Gibbs shrugged. "It's a nice ass."

"Thanks." Tony cleared his throat.

"Especially in those jeans." Gibbs said then took another drink.

"It better look good in these jeans they cost me a hundred and fifty bucks."

Gibbs rolled his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking." Tony joked playfully. "You think I pay too much for my clothes."

There was no reply.

"Oh come on. Say it"

Gibbs leaned forward on the table. "These were worth it." Leaning back he smiled.

"You look pretty good yourself." Tony smiled back. "I didn't think you owned jeans that actually fit you like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you bought them in the right size, not two sizes too big."

"Yeah." Gibbs chuckled. "One of the ex's actually bought these for me. She said about the same thing you did."

"Clothing, fashion not high on the Gibbs' priority list."

"No." Gibbs shook his head.

"Yeah one of the things I love about you." Tony smiled.

Gibbs eyebrow went up.

Tony realized what he had said and tried to cover. "You know what I mean. Just nice that it's about comfort, functionality, not about what anyone else thinks. But you always look good, in whatever you wear."

Gibbs nodded, letting Tony dig the hole deeper.

"You always look good, really. I mean, women check you out a lot." Tony shrugged. "Men too. When we're working cases. I see it, they-" Tony just stopped. "I'm shutting up now."

Gibbs laughed. "I got the point."

"Good."

"And Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"You can relax, really." Gibbs eyes locked on Tony's green. "I'm not your Boss right now."

"Then what are you?" Tony sighed almost breathlessly.

"A man having a drink with another man." Gibbs nodded. "That's it. Not Special Agent Gibbs, not the Boss. Just me. Okay?"

"Okay." Tony chewed his lower lip. "So Jethro are you going to buy me another drink?"

And that's when Tony's body language changed entirely, and Gibbs noticed. Tony pulled one leg up under him, leaned back against the booth, slid his lower body forward, and arched his back slightly. His fingers also ran up and down the neck of his beer bottle suggestively.

Gibbs caught the attention of a waitress and ordered them each another.

"I was enjoying, nervous cautious Tony." Gibbs sighed. "The more real Tony."

"Excuse me?"

"You just became "on the prowl Tony." Sexually charged, ready for the game, the chase." Gibbs glanced at the beer bottle Tony was still stroking. "Trying to entice me with subliminal suggestion."

Sitting back up straight, both feet on the ground, beer now sitting on the table, Tony removed all sexual innuendo from his body.

Gibbs shook his head and chuckled. "It's one extreme or the other with you."

"I don't know what you want." Tony gritted his teeth.

Putting his elbows on the table, Gibbs locked his gaze on Tony. "The real you."

"This is the real me."

"It was, now-" Gibbs sighed. "You're being what you think I want you to be."

"How's that?" Tony asked.

"Stroking the beer bottle, the sexual body language."

"And that's not what you want?"

Gibbs heard the disappointment in Tony's voice.

"What would you have done if you'd have turned around at the bar and I was just some man you didn't know?" Gibbs smiled. "A man interested in you."

"I'd have asked you to come home with me."

Gibbs leaned back, his mouth dropping open slightly. "Just like that?"

"If I was attracted to you, yes." Tony was being blatantly honest. "And I am attracted to you. So I'd have taken you home."

"So men are just about sex?"

"Yes."

"Never anything more?"

"No." Tony's voice cracked. "Get em off and get out."

"Okay." Gibbs nodded. "Glad I cleared that up."

"Are we done?" Tony's annoyance was clear and evident.

"With what?"

"This." Tony paused. "Whatever this is."

"No." Gibbs' eye questioned Tony. "Unless you wanna leave?"

"I just thought-" Tony had been honest and he expect Gibbs to dismiss him for that, not want him to stay.

"That since all you want with men is sex. That I would just dismiss you." Gibbs shook his head. "I don't give up that easy."

Tony cocked his head slightly, his eyes focused intently on Gibbs' face, he was trying desperately to figure out exactly what the man was thinking.

"Okay." Tony let the tension that had built up drain from his body. "Then can I buy you the next drink?"

"Sure." Gibbs paused. "But I need to make one thing clear."

"What's that?" The concern quickly crept back onto Tony's face.

"Just because you buy me a drink doesn't mean you're getting any." Gibbs lip curled into a half smirk.

That famous DiNozzo smile lit up Tony's face. "Understood."

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"I was eleven, all I wanted to do was piss off my teacher and impress my classmates."

"And did you?" Gibbs asked smiling.

"Definitely pissed off Mr. Avery, impressed some kids." Tony grinned.

"You probably impressed more than you thought."

"Yeah well, maybe." Tony chuckled. "You'd be surprised what you learn in Boarding school."

"I doubt it."

"You're probably right!" Tony downed the last of his beer and looked at the dance floor. It was alive with activity, the music playing loud enough to fill the room, but softly enough to still allow conversation. The music playing, although not the overwhelming heavy dance mixes of a large club was still upbeat allowing people to dance around the floor. Then the lights suddenly dimmed and the music slowed a softer melody drifting through the room.

"Love this song." Tony sighed still looking at the dance floor.

"Dance?"

Tony looked up, surprised to see Gibbs standing beside the booth holding out his hand.

"You dance?"

"Yeah." Gibbs chuckled. "I do, now and then.

Slipping his hand into Gibbs, Tony willingly allowed Gibbs to lead him towards the dance floor.

"You wanna lead?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.

Tony rolled his eyes. Then he felt the arm encircle his waist, the hand rest gently against the small of his back and pull him close. His arm slipped around Gibbs' neck, his other hand resting against Gibbs' chest, falling easily into the older man's embrace.

Hearing the contented sigh from the man in his arms, Gibbs pressed his hand deeper against the small of Tony's back. The side of Tony's face resting against his, as Tony's hand played with the fine soft hairs on the back of his neck.

A man's voice softly started to sing into the air and Tony instantly remembered why he liked the song.

I want to thank you my friend. For making me feel worthwhile. Sweeter than the honey of your lips
and kindness in your smile, hand in hand we float across the room. Explosions deep inside. Cheek to cheek, there's clouds under my feet. There's only you and I

Please tell me what you like. Does that feel nice? Give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of the night to get it right. Please tell me what you like. If that feels nice. Give me a sign. If you love it I can do it again. We've got the rest of our lives to get it right

Tony sank deeper into Gibbs' arms wanting every inch of their bodies to be in contact somehow.

Lookin' back on lonely nights. Searching for love again. I never knew my journey began and ended with you my friend. Softer than your butterfly kisses and stronger than my desire. I wanna thank you my friend for making me feel alive

I'll never mess it up again, Won't let it slip like grains of sand through careless fingertips because
I'm a man who understands; Though burned by the fire, I can learn to feel the light again and listen.
I can hear your demands. I know I can do it, give me one more chance. Baby here I am

The chorus played again and suddenly the fear rushed back in, Tony's body tensed in Gibbs' arms. He went to pull back, put some distance between them again, but the grip on him tightened.

"No." Gibbs voice whispered in Tony's ear.

The hand at Gibbs' chest balled into a fist, clutching at his shirt, Tony's body radiating an odd mix of distress and desire.

Tony sighed as soft lips pressed a delicate kiss to his temple. His eyes closed and he just swayed in Gibbs' arms completely forgetting everything else around him. Minutes later he didn't even realize the music had stopped, changing to a more upbeat tempo.

"Songs over." Gibbs whispered again.

Startled, Tony stepped back. "Sorry." The word left Tony's mouth before he could stop it.

"Not a problem." Gibbs smiled.

They left the dance floor in silence, Gibbs catching Tony's wrist once they were clear.

Tony stopped and turned.

"It's getting late."

"Oh right." Tony glanced at his watch stunned when he saw it was already after one.

"I um-"

"Shit!" Tony groaned.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"I came with a friend." Tony cleared his throat not wanting to admit he had let Abby and Ducky talk him into coming here. "They had to leave earlier."

Gibbs smiled. "I'll take you home."

"No." Tony shook his head. "I can catch a cab."

The grip at his wrist gave a squeeze. "I'll take you home."

Tony nodded.

"I just need to settle up at the bar." Gibbs paused. "Only take a minute."

Another nod.

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The song lyrics are from the Darren Hayes song What you like.