The phone rang.

"Ah that's just great!" Gibbs growled, as he picked up, and hung up, before turning back to Tony again.

Once again the phone rang.

"Just pick it up" Tony muttered as he shoved a pillow under his face and covered his ears.

Gibbs picked up.

"Gibbs"

"My my my, he told you his secret? I'm impressed, but you see, it wasn't exactly what happened, he wanted it.. he wanted me to touch him.. every inch of him.. he wanted me to kiss his small frame, and fuck his brains out, you know how he is Special Agent Gibbs, how he whimpers.. does he ever scream for you? I love it when he screams"

"If I ever find you whoever you are, I'll-"

"-Kill me, yes, I know, you are a very angry man, but, you know, I have a sniper rifle pointed straight at our beloved Tony right now, think about how pretty his scream'll be? Hmm? Oh I know he screamed at the bloodclot, but that was NOTHING, compared to how he screamed when I fucked him. He loved it so much, he didn't want me to stop.. I can still taste him"

"YOU SICK BASTARD!" Gibbs roared and flung the phone into the wall, pulling Tony over the side of the bed as they heard the gunshot shatter the window.

"What's.. how.." Tony was utterly confused as they heard a car speed off.

"Tony, you know what kind of car that was?" Gibbs asked.

"Uh yeah, it's a Toyota Hilux.. why?" Tony asked.

"Someone called" Gibbs growled, "we got to get back to the office, you feeling up to it?"

"My leg feels better, I think if I use the ca-"

"No cane, wheelchair" Gibbs growled.

"Oh come ON, wheelchair? Why don't you just put up a sign that says : look at me, I'm bait, I would just LOVE for you to come after me mister killer, smoochy smoochy?" Tony asked.

Gibbs couldn't help but chuckle, Tony was Tony no matter what.

"Wheelchair" Gibbs said.

"No" Tony replied, crossing his arms.

"Baby" Gibbs sniped.

"Bastard" Tony replied.

"Princess" Gibbs said.

"Hey! Princess? I am NOT a woman!" Tony growled.

"And I thank God for that every single day, now get in the wheelchair before I hurt you" Gibbs said.

"You suck" Tony said, without heat.

"It's what I do" Gibbs said as he helped Tony downstairs and into the wheelchair. After they'd dressed they picked up some food and drove to headquarters.

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AN: Okay, a little filler there, I felt the need to blow off some steam and make things a bit funny even when people are in danger...does that mean I'm crazy? Nah.. nah I can't be... giggles

Who was our mysterious shooter? Who called? Why did I say there was more than one person listening in? Why didn't Gibbs wonder why they called right after Tony and Gibbs had their talk? Stay tuned to find out what a crappy writer I am :P

All hail DBP, and I will shine up his characters before I return them.