Hi! Here's the other side of Father's Day, with Senior. Let me know what you think. This does take place on July 8th. Also, I promise to update In Dreams this week.


Father's Day Part Two

"You look really hot, you know?"

Gibbs rolled his eyes at Tony's words.

"No, really," Tony insisted, lowering his knife and fork and leaning in a bit across their table. "That suit, the shirt, the tie, the whole ensemble, just…hot."

Gibbs winced at the word ensemble, but shrugged off the compliment. "I had the wear the suit, Tony," he observed. "I doubt they would have let me up here in a polo shirt." He looked around at the other patrons of the restaurant, noting that all the men wore suits and ties.

"Well, I appreciate it," Tony said, tearing into his steak once more. "I know how you feel about getting dressed up."

"It's your birthday, DiNozzo," Gibbs said. "You wanted to try the steak at the Adams Hotel, so here we are. Are you sure this is all you want for your birthday? Like a real present?" Gibbs was confused about that, figuring Tony would want something tangible, not just a meal at the famous rooftop restaurant.

"Nope," came the happy reply. "I have everything I want." Both men resumed eating. A waiter came over to fill their glasses from the bottle of wine Tony had selected. Tony waited until the waiter was gone before speaking again. "You know, I know Ducky raves about the steak here, and yes, it's very good, but…"

Gibbs looked up, smiling. "But?"

"Your cowboy steak is better."

"Thank God!" Gibbs said, laughing. "I didn't want to be the first to say it!" Putting down his utensils, he picked up his wine glass and sat back, taking a sip and looking out at the view. "The view is better, though," he said, nodding at the lit monuments below.

Tony thought of their dinners, Gibbs grilling on the fireplace dressed a ratty Marine tee-shirt and sweats. As good as Gibbs looked right now dressed in a suit and tie, Tony realized he liked that Gibbs better, too. He refrained from saying so, knowing he'd embarrassed the older man already tonight. He picked up his wine glass and turned as well, a feeling of peace coming over him.

"Junior!"

That one word shattered Tony's peaceful feeling. He turned, eyes widening at the sight of his father walking across the roof top. He shared a quick glance at Gibbs before he stood up, waiting. "Dad," he said, holding his hand out to his father as he approached. "What are you doing here?"

Senior shook the proffered hand. "Uh, I'm having dinner," he evaded, eyes moving along the table to find Gibbs. "Agent Gibbs," he nodded.

"Mr. DiNozzo."

"No, I meant what are you doing in DC?" Tony wondered.

"Oh, I, well, some business brought me here, and…" He paused as a phone rang.

Gibbs pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened it. "Yeah, Gibbs." He listened for a second before continuing. "Hold on a sec, Abs," he ordered, rising from his chair. "I'm going to take this in the bar."

"A case?" Tony asked.

"Don't know yet. I'll be back. And DiNozzo."

Tony waited.

"Not now."

Tony's eyes widened as understanding came. "Are you sure?"

Gibbs nodded. "Not the time, or the place." He pulled the phone up again and walked away.

"What was that about?" Senior asked, watching Gibbs with a puzzled expression.

"Nothing, Dad," he said, waiving to a waiter to clear the plates off before indicating for his father to sit down.

Senior continued to look in Gibbs direction, a questioning look on his face. "Do you do this often with him?"

"This, what, Dad?"

"Dinner."

"We occasionally go out to eat together, yes. When we have the time."

"Hmm." Senior seemed to square his shoulders before speaking again. "What is he to you, Junior?"

"He's my boss, and my friend, Dad." Tony wouldn't elaborate, not if Gibbs didn't want it.

"You don't see him as a stand-in, do you?"

Tony was confused. "A stand-in what?" Maybe some wine might help, he thought, taking a sip.

"Father."

The pinot noir caught in Tony's throat, and he quickly covered his mouth with a napkin to cough. After taking a careful sip of water, he finally answered. "No, Dad. If there's one thing in this world that Gibbs is not, it's a father to me." Stifling the urge to chuckle, he continued. "Now, tell me…how was Monte Carlo?"

Senior looked at Tony with suspicion, but must have decided to let it drop. "Ah, yes. Monte Carlo. That's kind of the reason I'm here, actually."

"Oh?" Tony wondered if he'd figured out about the money. He knew Senior wasn't here for his birthday—he never remembered it.

"Yes, well, you see, Junior, I, well…" Senior paused, then straightened his tie. With his left hand.

The left hand with the wedding ring on his finger.

He wasn't here about the money. Tony felt a jolt of relief. He plastered a smile on his face before speaking again. "I see by the shiny new wedding band that number five has been found," he said, holding up his wine glass toward his father. "My congratulations, Dad. So this is why you're here? To let me know you got married again?" That didn't sound like his father either, remembering back a few months when he found out number three and number four had ended—and Tony hadn't even known about number four!

"Actually, no." Senior looked very uncomfortable, wriggling a bit in the chair. "Stella, well, her grandson just graduated from Georgetown, and though she missed the ceremony, she wanted to come and see him as soon as we returned to the states."

Two thoughts hit Tony at once. The first was that his father wasn't here to see him at all, much less about the money or to tell he was married again, and the second—and most shocking of all—his father had married someone old enough to have grandchildren?

Before Tony could say anything, Senior was standing at the table. "Here she comes now."

Tony turned in the direction he was looking and watched as a woman approached. Tony could see that yes, she was older, and on the downside of sixty at least. She was beautiful, Tony noted as he stood, beautiful in that well kept expensive plastic surgeon kind of way. Her hair was artfully styled to make the most of the gray tinged streaks. Her clothes were designer, her shoes perfect, and the Birkin bag on arm was real.

As were the diamonds around her neck, Tony noted.

"There you are!" the woman said, sliding up to Senior and handing him a glass. "You forgot your drink, dear."

Tony waited as she turned toward him, assessing him with puzzled brown eyes. A hint of recognition came to her and she smiled, eyes warming as she figured it out.

"Why, you're Junior!" she gasped, holding out her hands. "I'd know that face anywhere!"

Tony grasped both outstretched hands and leaned in, letting her air kiss his cheek. "It's just Tony," he corrected.

"Well, Just Tony," she said, giggling at her own joke. "It's so good to see you! When your father said you'd be way too busy at your firm to meet up with us, I was very disappointed."

Tony blinked. He glanced at Senior, recognizing that look and, as always, went along. "That's what happens when you're the boss," he said, hoping Gibbs was still on the phone. "I just came out this evening for a quick bite…" Tony trailed off as Stella's attention was already drawn elsewhere.

"Tony, dear, our table is ready," she said, turning to Senior, then back to Tony. "We must be joining our friends, Junior, I mean Just Tony, but is there anyway we can get together before we leave?"

Senior cleared his throat. "I don't think so, Stella darling. I was just discussing our schedule with Junior and he's booked solid."

"Oh, pooh!" she pouted.

"Well, it was good seeing you, Junior," Senior said, holding his hand out.

Tony shook it briefly, then watched as his father took hold of Stella's elbow and steered her inside. With a shake of his head, Tony picked up the wine bottle and drained last of the liquid into his glass.

xxx

Gibbs had long ago hung up on the update call from Abby and stood in the bar, watching as Tony and his father sat down at their table. His eyebrow quirked when Tony choked on his wine, wondering what was said to cause that. He barely noticed when the woman next to him at that bar picked up a drink and sailed out to the terrace until she headed straight for Tony and his father. Both men stood at her approach, and she handed the drink to Senior. A greeting to Tony came next, a brief conversation, then the woman and DiNozzo were headed back inside. He smiled when Senior spotted him, whispering something to the woman to make her go on ahead and headed his way.

"Agent Gibbs."

"Mr. DiNozzo." Gibbs watched as the other man drained his drink and ordered another—McCallan 18, three fingers, one ice cube.

"I asked Junior this, but you know him, can't ever give a straight answer, so I'll ask you. You do this a lot with Junior? Take him out to fancy restaurants?"

Gibbs shook his head. "I do it once a year, Mr. DiNozzo," he replied. Senior just looked at Gibbs questioningly. "It's his birthday." He made no effort to hide the derision in his voice.

Senior picked up on it. "What do you want from me, Gibbs?"

"Me? Nothing." Gibbs turned to walk away, then halted, turning back towards Senior. No, I'm wrong. There is just one more thing." He moved a bit closer to the older man and pitched his voice low. "Did you thank Tony for the money?" There was no reaction to the question in Senior's face, giving Gibbs the answers he already knew. "Good night, Mr. DiNozzo," he said, walking back out to the table on the terrace.

xxx

"Mmm, yum," Tony said, licking the icing off his fork. "This was the best birthday ever."

Gibbs smiled as he looked over at the younger man, sitting naked on their bed, a half eaten cake between them. He was glad the meeting with Senior hadn't spoiled Tony's birthday, but just in case Tony was feeling down Gibbs had whisked Tony away, sped him home and then, in Tony's oh so romantic words, fucked him into the mattress. After that, Gibbs had stolen downstairs to grab Tony's birthday cake, one candle and two forks.

"I'm glad you're happy with it." Gibbs tossed down his fork and leaned back against the headboard.

"Very much so." Tony's eyes lighted with mischief as he ran a finger in the remaining icing then leaned toward Gibbs. Spreading the icing along the older man's chest, he reached down and flicked off the sticky substance with his tongue, flicking the nipple underneath at the same time.

Despite himself, Gibbs groaned at the action before shoving Tony away. "It's your birthday, DiNozzo, not Easter. Nothings going to rise for while."

"Oh, God, Boss, that's bad," Tony giggled.

"Yeah, well, you don't love me for my sense of humor." He got off the bed and picked up the remaining cake, placing it on the dresser before rejoining Tony in bed. He turned off the light and slipped down the pillows, arm already ready for Tony to slip under and rest on his shoulder.

"So, guess what?"

"What?"

"My dad got married again."

"Hmm." Gibbs yawned loudly. "That who that woman was?"

Tony rolled his eyes in the dark. Of course Gibbs had seen her. "Yeah, Stella. Judging by the clothes and jewels, she's loaded."

"Hmm."

"And you know what else?"

"Nope, what?"

"That makes five for him."

"Hmm?"

"He beat you, Boss," Tony said with a chuckle.

"Nope, we're tied."

Tony frowned, squirming to rest his chin on Gibbs' chest. The dim light in the room was just enough to see the older man's eyes. "You hiding another ex somewhere, Jethro?"

"No, I meant you." Gibbs smiled and leaned down, ghosting kiss along Tony's mouth. "You're number five, Tony."