I'm starting to throw a little more sexual tension in here, hope that's not a problem for anyone.

Oh, and I'd like an answer on this. Why would someone review on the last chapter posted to blast the pairing? It was in the header of the very first chapter, where I also denied the presence of Tony/OC, which said someone thought this story would be. Did they honestly read to the last chapter before realizing it's Tony/Gibbs? And I'm sorry you don't like my choice, so you hit the familiar "Back" button and forget you read this. I've done that many a time and it can work for you too! Now that I've gotten that off my chest (oh how I wanted to rant to you, dear readers), onto the story.

The team worked long into the weekend on the case before them, the kind of case where all plans are dropped no matter how much they were looked forward to. They finally closed it late Sunday night and the Director practically threw them out of the building. Tony and Gibbs, who had had plans for Sunday, puttered around the office until everyone else had gone home. Then they boarded the elevator together. Gibbs recognized the look of exhaustion in Tony's eyes and said quietly, "Why don't we just sleep it off tonight?"

Tony gave him a cocky but worn out grin and admitted, "You read me like a book, Gibbs."

Gibbs leaned forward so his mouth was just by Tony's ear and he said, "You know, you can call me Jethro, Tony."

Tony swallowed at the intimacy of the request and the intimate way it was requested. He couldn't really pretend other parts of his body weren't listening. "You sure, Gibbs?" He winced as he said it. When he received the silent, but surprisingly gentle slap to the back of his head, he only said "I deserved that." Gibbs smiled and said nothing.

Gibbs, not surprisingly, arrived at his house first. Tony arrived after Gibbs had already begun getting ready for bed, still muttering about people who needed to learn to drive (aka Gibbs). He stopped when he saw Gibbs in flannel pajama pants and without a shirt.

After casting a glance over the Marine torso, "Um…" was his confused query before Gibbs began tugging his shirt off. His ears went red and Gibbs pretended not to notice when he said, "I've got other pajama pants if you want them, Tony."

'Ah. Right. Sleep,' was all that could pass through his brain before another wave of exhaustion hit him. "Boxers are fine for me, thanks."

Gibbs shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. Though that wasn't what you slept in in Cuba."

Tony laughed, slightly embarrassed that he remembered. "Well, it was hot down there. And I learned my lesson."

He followed Gibbs into the bedroom and undressed, simply tossing his pants to join his shirt over a chair until he was wearing his boxers and white undershirt. He crawled under the green comforter and sensible blue sheets and laid on his side until the lights went out and he heard Gibbs slide into the bed behind him. He smiled faintly as an arm draped across his waist and a warm front met his back.

Gibbs whispered into Tony's ears, "I won't make a single move until I know we're both ready, Tony. We'll take this slow."

Tony paused, digesting the words. Again, how like Gibbs to read him like an open book. He whispered, "Okay. Good night, Jethro."

A smile lit up Gibbs' face, hearing his name for the first time on his lover's lips. It had been a long weekend, but this was a very satisfactory end to it.

---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---.---

No one was surprised that Gibbs was the first one in, but Ziva raised an eyebrow to see that Tony had beaten her. That was because he had to grab the spare clothes he always left in his desk, but she didn't need to know that.

It was a slow day and even those who caught enough sleep the night before could be nodding off over paper work. When the director once walked through the bullpen and noticed this, she told the team to not come in the next day. As said before, it was a slow day.

Gibbs made it alright through the day, having downed enough coffee to keep a narcoleptic alert. He hadn't even slept as much as most of the team, since a good part of the night was spent feeling the rise and fall of Tony's body as he slept and watching his twists and turns. Eventually, however, the extra warmth in his bed had lulled Gibbs to sleep. He was reflecting on this as everyone began packing up and he soon followed suit. Checking his email one more time (the director had eventually gotten fed up with his 'I didn't get the message' excuses), he found an email from Tony: 'My place at 9?' It gave Gibbs a good four hours to go home and get cleaned up, so he nodded to Tony who had apparently been watching for a response for a while.

A little over four hours later, Gibbs pulled up to Tony's apartment. He walked inside and rapped on the apartment door a few times. No answer. He knocked again and called "Tony?" He grabbed from his keychain the spare key that Tony had given to him a month or so ago and entered. No one was around. He dialed Tony's number and when he got no response, he sat down to the TV and wondered where he was. After a bit he moved into the bedroom and laid down. He reached into the nightstand drawer for a pen to jot some notes down but his hand hit something unusual. He sat up and looked in and his brows shot up his forehead. Inside were a certain bottle and a certain small box. Somewhere lower down on his body he felt a twitch but ignored it, smiling. He now knew what Tony had invited him over for and he couldn't say he wasn't looking forward to it. But where was he?

As he was shutting the drawer, his phone rang.

"Gibbs."

"Hey. Um…so I got a call from Angie. Her contractions started while she was in the shower maybe two hours ago, so I'm on my way up to her place. I'll call you later to let you know what's going on."

Gibbs could hear the awe in the father-to-be's voice at the phenomenon that was about to occur. "Good luck, Tony. And unless you want to be scarred for life, I suggest avoiding the delivery room." With a nervous chuckle, Tony said his good-bye and hung up.

Gibbs closed his eyes and leaned back against the pillows. There goes the next few years of peace and quiet for getting to know each other better.