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Couple: Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Anthony DiNozzo

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It had been about ten days since I had left D.C. and I hadn't called Gibbs for about two days. I had spread the ashes early this morning and I was now in my bedroom. I had been a bit sick the past two mornings, throwing up a lot and sleeping. I was laying on my side, the doctor had come to visit earlier and he gave me what I needed to ease the nausea. One of the butlers had gone out to get the prescription. I had forgotten what it was like to have servants, it was nice but I also liked doing things for myself. But every now and then was okay by me.

My cell was going off. I looked at the time, it was almost 06:00. I answered it, though I didn't even look to see who it was.

"Yeah?" I heard the soft grunt and then a little anger in the voice.

"Why have you not called me in two days, Tony?" I leaned back against the pillows, ran my hands through my hair and took a drink of water.

"Forgot, Jet. Sorry." I heard some sounds and figured it was the sander, he must be in his basement.

"You forgot, Tony? What the hell?" I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Hold on, Jet." I moved the phone from my ear as the maid came in. She stroked my head to check my fever, talking to me to see if I need anything. She was a nice woman, I had enjoyed being around her. I was glad Gibbs didn't speak Italian, I didn't need him worry about me. When she left, I put the phone back to my ear. "Sorry about that!"

I heard a growl.

"Why was there a woman in your room?" I raised a brow, I'd never seen Gibbs jealous.

"Maid seeing what I wanted for breakfast." I stood up and went to stand on the balcony, looking out at the rows of grape vines, they were beautiful.

"Why the hell is a maid asking you what you want for breakfast?" I walked down the steps and started to walk to the vines, looking and smelling the grapes.

"'Cause the cooks don't like us in their kitchen!" I walked along, the medication the doctor had given me at about 04:00 this morning was helping. I didn't feel like puking any more.

"Tony, when are you coming home?" I sat down under a tree, soaking up the beauty of this place.

"Four days, but I want to call the director and ask for another two weeks off." I heard him slam something down.

"Two more weeks? Tony, you've been gone two weeks already. I want you home, damn it." Screw this, I didn't know what to say right now so I hung up. I stood up and started to head back to the villa. It was as big as a manor and it was beautiful. My cell rang, so I grabbed it and turned it off. I didn't like hanging up on Gibbs. I sat down and ate my breakfast, well about half of it, then I stood up and went upstairs to take a shower. I closed my eyes as I sat down after my shower and grabbed my cell. I called Jet back. I heard the click as he answered the phone.

"Why did you hang up on me, Tony?" I leaned back against the pillows.

"'Cause I was hopping you would figure out yourself that you don't own me."

"Tony, I own you when it comes to work! But even when we're not at work, you're my boyfriend and you live with me. I miss having you at home!" I stroked my stomach gently.

"I miss you too, Jet." His voice was soft now.

"Come home then, Tony. Come home to me." I sighed some.

"Get some sleep, Jet, you have work tomorrow. I love you, Jet. I'll call in a few days." I heard him sigh softly.

"Love you too, Tony. I'll talk to you when you call back and I'll see you when you get home."

I hung up and went to talk to my partner. We discussed some things and I worked with him to get the papers signed to make everything legal. I headed to the jet after I was done. I laid on the couch that was in the jet and let myself sleep. When we got back to D.C. I headed in to the office. I had my bag, I had stopped by the house. I walked to my desk and plopped my bag down and Ziva looked at me.

"Good trip Tony?" Tim looked over.

"Gibbs is with the Director. He been more Gibbs' than normal."

Which meant he being more of a bastard than he should be! But telling him not to do that was something that even I can't do. I can sometimes get him to see where he was wrong and calm him down, that's about it.

"That's just who he is! Get to work so that when he comes back down, he doesn't have a reason to chew us out, McGee." I took the files from Ziva for the latest case. I started to look over what they had already done. I made a call to talk to someone about getting some information as I typed on the computer. I didn't notice Gibbs walk in as I talked to a man about getting a report on the Marine that had died and the things he bought there. I looked up and, seeing Gibbs, hung up. I stood up and walked over.

"Private Anderson has two storage units and I've got warrants to look in them, Boss. He was always there, putting things in there, with a man named Andrew Ericson." He nodded.

"Ziva and Tim, you two go check out Andrew Ericson. Tony, you're with me, to the storage units."

We all got on the elevator and headed down. I stretched out some, leaning my head against the wall and stroking my belly. I mumbled something and grabbed a pill bottle from my bag. I grabbed McGee's bottle of water and downed the pill. Then I threw that pill bottle back into the bag and then grabbed the other one. I took one from there and in the process finished his water.

"Thanks, McGee. Forgot to take my pills this morning! They have me on a small cocktail of pills." Ziva said something before McGee got the chance.

"For the baby and your lungs?" I shook my head.

"Just the baby! The pills that Brad had me on were bad for the baby. They have me on a few more vitamins because of my health, with my lungs." She nodded we got off the elevator. We all went to the cars. Gibbs started to drive to the storage units, his hand slid along my knee.

"When did you get home, Tony?" I stroked my hand over his and leaned back.

"Three hours ago. I went to my apartment, took a shower, got dressed and then came in to work. I didn't want to just sit at home and be bored." He took my hand, kissed the back of it and put our hands back down on my knee.

"Missed you!" It was funny how there were two sides to Gibbs and they were both him. Gentle and yet a total hard ass at the same time. I felt his finger slide over my stomach. "How is the small one?" I looked at him for a second.

"Missed you too! And from what I can tell, the little bean is fine." When we got there, they let us in and left us alone. When we walked in, he stroked my face and kissed me slowly and whispered.

"Good to have you home." I rested my hands on his chest and smiled at him.

"Why don't we get to work and solve this case so we can spend some time together at your place or mine?" He stroked his thumbs softly along my bottom lip. He spoke to me.

"Mind if I spend the night at your apartment, Tony?" I smiled and kissed his cheek and then I started to look through what was in the storage unit.

"If we solve this case, we've got all weekend off. Yeah, I would like to have you hold me tonight, if we get to go home and sleep."

We worked the case. It seemed to be simple, jealous wife had killed her cheating husband. I drove home, Gibbs had a little paperwork to do. I went home, stretching myself as I started to take a shower, after I had grabbed some food. I moaned softly as I felt someone kissing my shoulder and stroking my stomach. I hadn't heard Gibbs come in. He could be silent when he needed to. My back was pressed against his bare chest. I felt his lips slide along my neck and I softly moaned as he slid his hands down my chest to stroke my cock firmly. I softly bucked into his hand, I was already started to get hard, closing my eyes.

"Jethro, that feels so good!" I trembled as his hands worked harder on my cock. Gibbs' voice was husky and I felt his hard cock against my lower back.

"Is there some lube in the bathroom, Tony?" I moaned softly and turned around, kissing him slowly as I slid my hand down to his throbbing cock. I kissed down his neck slowly as he started to groan. I stroked his cock head and whispered.

"I am in charge tonight, Jethro." I felt his hands wrap around my neck as he moaned softly, my hand sliding firmly along his cock, as he slowly whispered back to me.

"I'm yours for the whole, damn weekend, Tony."

I moaned as I kissed him slowly, sliding are cocks together as I ran my hands along his neck. He ground his cock against mine. I moved back, breathing hard, as I turned the water off and we both dried ourselves. I grabbed the lube and set it down on the bed. I turned around and kissed him. He groaned, his hands sliding down and stroking my cock as we kissed.

"God, two weeks, Tony, and you feel so good in my hand, so hard." He slid in under the covers took his hand as I joined him and we kissed, hard. Gibbs stroked the head of my cock, I moaned. I wanted to be in control but that may not be how this turns out!

"Jethro, that feels good. Please. Baby, don't stop." He kissed me slowly, stroking my cock and he whispered against my lips.

"You're in charge, Tony. Tell me what you want me to do to you?" I kissed his shoulder, thrusting my hips into his hand as my hands slid down his chest, as I laid on my back and looked up at him, breathing hard.

"Suck my cock, Jethro."

I moaned, closing my eyes as he kissed down my chest. Then he takes my cock in his mouth and he started to deep throat me. I spread my legs as I felt Gibbs sliding his lips up and down my cock. I threw my head back, thrusting into his mouth, his hands on my hips so I didn't thrust too hard. I cried out as I started to cum down his throat.

"Jethro!" He lifted up and started to kiss me slowly. I moaned as I slide my hands down his chest. He was hard, I stroked along his cock, moaning softly. I was still hard even if I had come. I looked at him, breathing hard. "Ride me, Jethro!"

He looked at me as he started to slide some lube up and down my cock. I threw my head back, I was more sensitive now. I sat up and leaned back against the pillows. He mounted me, I felt his hand guide my cock against his asshole as his other hand rested on my chest. Then he guided it up into him. I grabbed the sheets and he looked down to me.

"Tony, you feel so good!" My hand slid up along his neck, bringing his lips to mine, as he has got me all the way inside him, I moaned. I moaned as he started to move, he threw his head back. I knew that sound! He was moving on me so that I was rubbing across his prostate. I kissed along his neck, breathing hard, loving the feel of him riding me. He whispered, panting to me. "Please, Tony, stroke my cock, please."

To hear Gibbs say please turned me on the most. As my fingers slid down along his cock I started to stroke his hard cock firmly as he started to move against me. It didn't take us long. He came first, all over my chest as he sat on my cock. As he started to squeeze my cock, then I was coming hard. As he started to move again, I moaned.

"Tony, I love you." I slide my hands along his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

"Love you too."

He eased off me and I kissed him slowly. I moved down to lay down as he went to the bathroom. He came back to wipe the cum off my stomach and his chest and along his ass. As he lays down, he tosses the towel in the dirty clothes hamper. He laid down on his side and slid his hands softly over my stomach before pulling the covers over us. His head resting on his hand, he looked to me.

"Tony, I want you to move back in with me, please." I grabbed my sweats and slid them on and stood up, headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of milk. I leaned against the counter, as I drank it, Gibbs came in. "Tony, you're pregnant with our child. We have been together for six months. I love you and you love me. So, please, live with me?" I slid my hand along my belly as I drank the milk. I had come to love drinking a lot of milk during the day.

"No. I have two rooms here, one can work as a nursery. Do one at your place, if you want to." He walked over and grabbed a beer. He must have stopped by and got some. He popped it and took a long drag.

"We're starting a family and it's hard to take care of a small one all on your own, especially at night. I want to help you through the night with the baby, not just for the weekends." I rinsed the glass out.

"I will learn to take care of the baby at night when you're not spending the night." I walked back to the bedroom and dropped my sweat pants. I slid under the covers and laid my head on the pillow, laying on my side looking at the wall. I was tired and getting into it with him, about moving in with him, didn't help. I felt Gibbs get in bed, he slid behind me and pulled my back against his chest. He kissed my shoulder. We both fell asleep for the rest of the night.