Tony could tell by the way Gibbs had clenched and then balled his fists that he had heard what Abby had practically screamed.
"Hi, baby. I'm in company right now."
"Oooh, by company, do you mean a certain silver haired fox of mine?"
Tony snorted. So intuitive. "Uh, I don't think Jen would appreciate you calling Gibbs yours, babe," he said, earning himself a glare from the man in question.
"Why would Jenny care- Ohhh!"
Tony held the phone away from his ear, and everyone stared at him questioningly. A split second later an ear-piercing scream came through the phone. They all covered their ears, apart from Tony, who was used to it.
"How did you find out about them?" she asked.
"I'll fill you in later. I should be leaving in a bit, providing the boss doesn't kill me for this. You know you really landed me in it?" he asked her, mock seriously.
"Yeeaaah, pizza or Chinese?" she asked, clearly not caring.
"Pizza, you know the drill, 'cakes,"
"Ok, see you soon. I love you!"
"I love you too, baby. I'll see you at home."
He snapped his phone shut and faced Gibbs. Gibbs just glared at him.
"Well, if you're not going to say anything, I'm going to go home and have dinner with my wife, if you don't mind," Tony said.
"OF COURSE I BLOODY WELL MIND-"
"Jethro," said Jenny from behind them.
"-YOU GOING HOME TO YOUR WIFE! WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE-"
"JETHRO!" yelled Jenny.
"WHAT?" he yelled, turning on her.
"Don't you take that tone with me! What are you going to do? Lecture him on rule twelve? Please!" she scoffed, "Get your coat, we're going home. DiNozzo, go home to your wife. McGee, Ziva, just go. Enjoy your evenings."
"Oh, I will," smirked Tony, standing next to the angry, spluttering Gibbs. Then he, McGee and Ziva bolted before Gibbs stopped them.
"JEN!" he practically roared.
"I said, don't take that tone with me. It's half seven, Jethro. There's no case. You can't keep them here forever just because they neglected to inform you of a major development!" she barked, hands on her hips. He stared at her, now more appreciatively, his anger dissipating. Jennifer Shepard-Gibbs was really something when she was pissed off. He then realized she had stopped shouting.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, giving him a suspicious look.
"Just acknowledging how beautiful you look,"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Leroy Jethro Gibbs!" she said, but her eyes had softened. He put his coat on, wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, and walked to the elevator with her.
"Don't think you're off the hook, Jethro," she said.
"I don't," he said, grinning.
