Three days later, and Tony was fed up. Gibbs was being plain childish. He could understand Gibbs being pissed off at him – hell, he'd be pissed off if the roles were reversed, but this was getting ridiculous. He wouldn't even look at Tony. If he needed something doing, he got McGee or Ziva to tell him. He left Tony behind most call outs, plying him with excuses via McGee from paperwork to assisting Abby in her lab. It was now Thursday, and Tony had truly had enough. He had come up from the lab to find his chair gone. It had just disappeared. And although Ziva, who was very capable of pulling such a trick, could have done, Tony's mind was set on it being Gibbs. He stormed up the stairs to Jen, determined to get Gibbs' dealt with.
"Hey stranger," she chirped, when he entered. Her smile faltered when she saw the expression on his face.
"Will you PLEASE do something about Gibbs?! This is getting fricking ridiculous! He won't let me do my job! I've done more paperwork this week than I have the whole of this year. He won't even look at me, and now he's taken my goddamn chair away!"
Jenny sighed.
Jethro would be this childish.
"Tony, I will get him to give you your chair back. I will make sure you get out in the field, but I cannot make him look at you. You know how stubborn he is. Have you thought about confronting him?"
Tony looked at her like she was crazy, "Are you CRAZY? He'll murder me!"
"No he won't. He'll be thrown. He's not expecting you to confront him. Work up the courage and just do it. In the meantime, I'll get your chair back and get you back in the field."
He nodded and left the office for coffee. Jenny followed him down to the bullpen. Only Gibbs was there, Ziva having gone to get lunch, and McGee was in the lab. She strode up to his desk.
"Agent Gibbs, I do not care what kind of personal beef you have with Agent DiNozzo, but from now on it stays out of the office. Give him his chair back, and put him back in the field. You got a problem with him, sort it out after hours. If not, get over it and grow up! You and I haven't been together in years, so stop acting like I'm some possession of yours! I understand you're angry, but I thought you were mature enough to not allow it to get in the way of your professionalism. Clearly I thought wrong. Am I clear?"
Gibbs glared at her, clenching his jaw, before he nodded.
"Pardon, Agent Gibbs?"
"Crystal, Madame Direc-tor," he snapped, through clenched teeth.
And sure enough, when Tony came back from coffee, he had his chair back and Gibbs was talking to him. Tony looked up to the catwalk to see Jenny there, and she winked at him, before disappearing into her office. The moment the door shut, Gibbs turned on Tony and sat back at his desk.
"Gibbs?" Tony asked, confused.
Gibbs ignored him. Tony stood up and walked up to his desk.
"Your office, now!" he almost yelled, eyes blazing.
Gibbs stared at him, surprised, before getting up and making his way to the elevator, Tony right behind him. The doors shut just as Tony yelled, "WHEN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO GROW UP?"
McGee and Ziva eyed each other, nervously.
