AN: Sorry for the delay, guys. I've got a mean cold. Can barely move... Would love to have Gibbs' immune system :P Here's a short chap. I'll try to post the next one soon. Thanks for your support!

Chp. 13

They went to a nice and quiet bar "downtown", if you could call it that. It was classy, as requested and Italian music was playing in the background. The group settled down at the back of the bar and ordered some drinks.

Tony was sitting at the outer side with Abby next to him, clinging to his arm. Gibbs and Ducky were sitting next to each other with McGee and Ziva next to them, across from the Goth. Their newest asset, Lucas, was sitting across from the Italian. The ex-marine had to admit, they were having fun, drinking good Bourbon and wine, though he really wished the newbie would just vanish.

They were having a good time, when another group of people walked into the bar and they seemed to recognize D.C.'s former senior field agent.

"Antonio!"

Tony looked up and a grin came to his face. He turned to the people sitting at his table. "'scuse me. Be right back." Then he stood and went over to the group. Tony hugged each of them and Gibbs got a little jealous when one of the man, a very good looking, young man, by the way, was keeping his arm around HIS Tony's waist and more importantly, the younger man didn't seem to mind.

He watched as the Italian nodded his head in their direction, probably telling the group that he was here with another group of friends. With a clap to the back, Tony turned and walked back towards the NCIS team.

He had just gotten back to their table when the old record player started playing the 1961 classic 'Let's Twist Again' by Chubby Checker.

Abby jumped up, clapping her hands. "Come on, Tony! Let's dance! You remember that, don't ya?"

Tony grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. "Sure thing, sugar." He grabbed the young Goth and spun her around. Both of them giggling in delight.

The team watched them, both curious and amused. "How come Tony can dance like that?" Clark asked and Gibbs wanted to hurt him for calling the Italian by his first name.

"Tony's mom had him take dancing lessons when he was around 4." McGee answered. The ex-marine wondered how his new senior field agent knew that. He hadn't realized the two being that close, since Tony was normally pretty careful, kind of shy with telling people about himself, especially when it was about his childhood.

When the song ended, both dancers were panting and grinning like idiots. "Phew... that was something, sugar. We haven't done that in some time. We gotta do that again."

"I'll hold you to that." Abby punched his arm.

"You do that." Tony winked at her. "Gotta use the head." He announced and bounced off. The two seemed to be rather "happy", which was probably because of the alcohol.

Tony had just zipped up his pants and was washing his hands, when Gibbs came into the room. Tony gave him a dazzling smile. He double-checked that the older man was alone. "Hey there, handsome. Here all by yaself?"

Without another word, the ex-marine backed Tony up against the sink, crushing their lips together. His hands were on either side of the younger man's head, holding him in place, not that the Italian wanted to go anywhere.

They separated when the need to breathe got too much. Gibbs still had a good grip on the younger agent's head.

"Did I miss something?" Tony asked, panting a little. The fire blazing in Gibbs eyes made the younger man cock his head to the right. "Is this because of Alessandro and the guys?" The ex-marine's jaw clenched. "You're jealous!" Tony grinned. "That's so cute." Then he pushed forward and placed a kiss on the other man's dry lips.

Gibbs' hands travelled down to the Italian's waist, pulling his body closer. "Mine."

Tony nuzzled his lover's throat with his nose, then started nibbling on his chin, electing a long groan. The Italian clutched at the back of Gibbs' head, pressing a hot kiss on the skin that covered the older man's pulse. "Yours. Yours only."