I don't own NCIS, obviously. This is just something fun to keep me busy while I'm housebound, and hopefully I'll keep up with it occasionally, if sporadically once I'm back at my jobs! So this starts at the Pilot episode and is a slow burn Fem!Tony/Gibbs, with a strong family dynamic. Toni, having grown up a woman and not a man, will be somewhat OC, as her experiences have been shaped differently. I'm terrible at replying but I do love to hear feedback. I really hope someone out there enjoys this!

Yankee White

Antonia DiNozzo

Toni was pissed. And exhausted! Toni was pissed and exhausted, but Gibbs says jump and she asks how high, which is how she found herself in a body bag cruising down a stretch of highway in DC, breathing in her own carbon dioxide and get very familiar with the sound of Agent Fornell's voice.

This weekend was supposed to be different. It was her first Saturday off in three months – she wasn't even on call for Gosh's sake. She'd had plans! A date! With a real living, breathing man that actually noticed her as a woman, thanks very much! But nooo! She gets the call from the director, and two hours later she and Gibbs are flying (coach!) to bum-fuck nowhere Kansas. NCIS really needs to set aside some funds for its own private jet.

To be honest, it wasn't all bad. She and Ducky had taken turns getting photos of one another behind the President's desk on Air Force One, which was...well...it was awesome!

She hopes it was worth it, that she'd get a call from Gibbs any minute telling her he, Ducky, and the body of Commander Trapp had safely arrived at NCIS and that Toni was free to go get some sleep in her own bed.

Until then she supposed she'd zone out listening to the Eagles album Fornell had popped into the van stereo.

Fortunately for Toni it wasn't much longer until her unwitting captors began to make small talk. She did love a good eavesdropping.

"Why'd you let NCIS have the evidence they bagged on the plane?"

"Since we have the body, we control the investigation," Fornell boasted. "If a few ribs and coleslaw saves some face, what's it hurt? If the food was poisoned the President would-" Fornell trailed off

in confusion as Toni's cell phone began to ring – and thank god, thought Toni. Maybe now I can get some sleep. She scrambles to grab the phone and answer it quietly as Fornell and his little duckling check their phones and scratch their heads.

"Hello?" Toni whispers, though it's redundant; both agents can hear her plain as day.

"We're in the clear, Toni," Gibbs tell her. "You can get out of the body bag."

The FBI van skids to a sudden halt, jostling Toni and causing her to let out a little shriek; she slams against something with force, but doesn't know what, and somewhere behind her she hears more pealing tires and car horns blaring. From the phone clutched tightly in her manicured hand she hears Gibbs gravely chuckle and it pisses her off all over again. "I'm not sure I want to anymore."

"Fine," Gibbs says, and Toni can hear the smile in his voice. "You've got to search Commander Trapp's apartment tonight."

"Oh! Gibbs, come on! It's 1: 00am."

"Agent Exelrod is trailing you to pick up the body bag when the FBI tosses it.

"WHEN THEY WHAT? Gibb - Aaahhh!" Toni is lifted roughly from the back of the van – in fact the word drag comes to mind. She squirms inside of her cocoon, knowing it's futile, and sure enough, she is dropped roughly on the cement flat top. The van doors slam, and she only has a moment to yell "Brutes!" and hope that they at least dropped her on the side of the highway and she wouldn't be run over before her ride gets here.

She can hear the van begin to pull away; she works quickly to free herself from her prison just in time to come eye to headlights with some asshole's car. Tumbling out of the way, off to the side of the highway and panting from the quick rush of adrenalin she watches as traffic picks back up and cars go whizzing by her at 70 mph - at least. Toni hugs her black peplum blazer tighter to her body. There is a tear in her straight leg pants, near the knee, and she settles down criss-cross-applesauce on the rumbling pavement to watch the cars on the expressway pass her by, thinking all the while about her bed. It takes another ten minutes for Agent Exelrod to find a shivering, cussing Toni DiNozzo.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

"WHEN THEY WHAT? Gibb - Aaahhh!"

Gibbs pulls the phone away from his ear as his agent shrieks into it, and there is no missing the amused smile on his face when he looks at his medical examiner. "I guess they found her."

His smile is made no less jovial by the disapproving glance he receives in return; Gibbs does so love teasing DiNozzo. He'd known she'd be a force to be reckoned with from the moment he met the too young detective at her too small desk in Baltimore, MD. A quick glance at her records told him that she'd known it too. She was in Peoria just long enough to make detective at an astonishing 24 years old; Philadelphia next where she lasted barely eight months before putting in for an immediate transfer to Baltimore, which is where Gibbs had found her less than two years later. Twenty-six years old. Too flirty, too cocky, too charismatic, and wasting away. Another two years later and it looks at though she's finally found a job that'll stick; she's the best partner he'd had since Mike Franks.

Realizing he was still holding his phone he shifts around in his seat to pocket it and glances out the windshield to find the van pulling into the navy yard. With DiNozzo out in the field doing what she does best, Gibbs is hopeful he'll be able to get an hour to two of shut eye soon enough.

Thirty minutes later finds Gibbs and Ducky in autopsy. Gibbs can barely keep his eyes open, and Ducky is donning his latex gloves and a paper gown when Gerald, the ME assistant walks into the room to join the two men. He has headphones wrapped around his neck and a walk man at his hip. "I found Abby, she's on the way in."

"Yeah, did you wake her up," askes Gibbs.

"No, I called her on her cell." Gerald picks up the Commander's clothes, now wrapped in plastic, and makes his way toward Abby's lab. "Sounded like one phat party."

"Hmm," Gibbs replies non-committedly as the sliding doors close behind Gerald. "Find anything Ducky?"

"Nope, and I won't for hours." He makes no effort to look up from the body toward Gibbs, who is hovering at his side. "I've just begun examining the body for needle marks."

"You think somebody stuck him?"

"I don't know."

"Anything on the uniform."

"Not that I could see. I've sent it up to Abby."

"What's this," Gibbs inquires, pointing to a seemingly random spot on the Commanders body.

Ducky barely spares the spot a glance before scoffing. "A mole. Gibbs, go home. Get some sleep. I would if I could, this is going to take all night." He spares a moment to think before adding, "What's left of it."

But Gibbs doesn't want to go home. He doesn't want to drive the twenty minutes to his house at 2:00am and drag himself upstairs to his bed, and he doesn't want to wake up at 05:00 hours, shower, and shave just to arrive at his desk at 06:00 hours where he knows his Senior Field Agent will already be waiting for him, a cup of coffee at his desk.

Instead Gibbs shuffles over to an empty autopsy table, swiping a roll of paper towel and in one smooth motion he hops onto the table and slides the role behind his head. He's barely conscious when he mutters

"Ducky, why would Abby go to a "fat" party?"

Antonia DiNozzo

Toni's eyes are literally closed as she drags her feet down the hall from the elevator to the double doors of Abby's lab. She's been awake for forty-two hours, which is not the longest stretch she's done on the job – not by a long shot, unfortunately – but the Friday before what was supposed to be her weekend off so she'd stayed up late into the night finishing her paperwork and looking over Gibbs' for the director, and three hours of sleep followed by forty-two nonstop hours of field work did not agree with her.

Toni finally opened her eyes when the box of evidence she was holding thudding against Abby's lab door, stopping her in her sleepy path. It took her a tries at swiping her badge to gain access to the room.

"Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"Find anything on his uniform," Toni asked, hopefully.

"Not yet."

"Well, I think I found how he was poisoned." She drops the box of evidence bags on the pristine stainless steel table and starts pulling the bags out, spreading them across the counter top. "This guy had enough vitamins, herbs, and organic food to open his own health market. If he was poisoned, I think you'll find it

laced into one of these."

Abby picks up the evidence bag and signs it. "So, what are you gonna do while I'm finding poison in a health snack?"

"Oh," blinks Toni. Go home, she thinks, but quickly dismisses the idea of climbing into bed and hiding there; she has work to do. "I'll wait."

Abby frowns at her, looks down at the tear in the knee of her designer pant suit, sighs, and motions over toward the corner. "There's a futon, by the cabinet over there."

"Oh, bless you," Toni jokes, hands clasped as if in prayer, but really holding in tears. Sleep!

"What are you, my priest?"

"Err...Curse you," she asks, and Abby chuckles softly as Toni lays herself on the futon. Unfortunately, even for very exhausted Very Special Agent Antonia DiNozzo sleep is not forthcoming. Forty minutes later, and forty-three hours without sleep, she hops up from the futon, pretending she's waking up to avoid a concerned look from Abby, and heads upstairs to her desk to grab a change of clothes in preparation of a cold, wakeful shower.

At 6:00am when Gibbs stumbles through the elevator with wet hair and looking half awake, there are two coffees on his desk from the cart outside while DiNozzo has already finished her second chai latte and refilled her cup with the swill from the breakroom.

He grunts at her in acknowledgment, and takes a sip as he sits. Together they work silently for the next two hours until they're joined by Ducky and Abby from the labs, and soon after by Kate and Fornell, who arrive together from who knows where to discuss the findings.

Ducky points toward a flat screen with scans of the victim's brain, but Toni is having trouble following what he's saying. The volleying of results and theories back and forth goes right over her head and it is all she can do to look as though she's paying attention. She catches Abby quipping, "I mean, that stuff will kill ya, but it'll take, like, thirty years. Do you dudes in the Secret Service ever think about throwing yourselves in front of the President's diet?"

A few moments later she hears Fornell demanding a second opinion from the FBI lab rats when his gaze falls directly on her and she forces herself to concentrate on what he's saying. "...Does it for me. How's your butt, Toni?"

"Hmm, why Fornell! Don't you know you never ask a lady about her ass...sets," Toni purrs, and then her voice grows caustic. "Still bouncing on the beltway."

Gibbs, Kate and Toni all frown at Fornell as he takes his leave. Kate goes to follow, but Gibbs stops her. He holds out a piece of gum and now Toni is completely alert, her mind is churning. Toni has a bad feeling; Gibbs has a theory and she doesn't think she'll be invited along for this ride. She doesn't like that. She gut is also telling her that one of the empty desks in the Team Gibbs bullpen is about to be filled. She doesn't know if she likes that either.

While Toni is sitting there theorizing Gibbs drops his gun into in his desk drawer and locks it up before following Kate Todd toward the elevator, leaving behind a bemused, exhausted Toni.

"Wow," Abby says. "Gibbs said 'please'."

Toni's head shoots up. "He what?"

Toni had finally gotten in a handful of much needed hours of sleep before getting called out to a Georgetown street where Major Timothy Kerry had been found dead. She'd tried to call Gibbs but he'd disappeared to follow some unknown lead. Or my replacement, she thought bitterly.

The cops had, thankfully, been completely eager to hand the case over; they had no idea what they'd nearly stumbled right into.

DiNozzo debated the entire drive back to NCIS on whether to call Gibbs again to tell him the Major was dead, but decided he couldn't do much with the information if he didn't have the whole picture. How had Major Kerry been killed? Toni would hold off – for now; she would give Abby and Ducky a few hours to do what they do best.

She and Gerald hadn't even stepped out of the van in NCIS's garage before she was accosted by a giddy Abby. "I've got it! I mean I almost had it before but then all that stuff you brought me from Commander Traps apartment, and I just started to focus on that or I would've had it sooner, but that's not important becau – "

"ABBY! Breathe. In... and out... Good. Okay, tell me in twenty words or less what you have." Toni dearly hoped she wasn't being rude to her best friend, but truth be told she was still too tired to follow the eccentric lab rat at the moment.

"I know Commander Trap's cause of death!"

"How long will it take you to confirm if Major Kerry died of the same causes?"

"Major Kerry is dead?!"

"He was just found on a Georgetown street. Gerald's probably just getting him set up in autopsy now if you want to head there. I'm going to find the director," Toni called to her friend as they went their separate ways. Two Marine's dead. Both hand-picked to carry the President's football. This was looking more and more like a terrorist attack against the President, and Toni was just about ready to wash her hands clean of this case.

Twenty minutes later Toni DiNozzo stood in front of the teleconference screen in MTAC waiting for Gibbs; Abby and Ducky were downstairs in their burrows on standby. Together they briefed Gibbs on the death of Major Kerry and the cause of death of both Kerry and Trapp. Toni also sheepishly admitted that if she hadn't been so sure about poison being the Commander's vitamins that Abby would have found the answer almost a full 24 hours ago. Fortunately, Gibbs was too distracted with the information at the moment to give her the look of disappointment she'd come to expect, but she was sure there was a head slap coming for her later.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs said, snapping her out of her train of thought. "Why are you sitting there on your ass? Get a team and go hit that dry cleaners." Ah, yes. There's the look of disappointment. Toni salutes her boss, nods at the Director as she stands and he takes her still warm seat, and is out the door just in time to hear the case is being passed on to the FBI. It's all the same to Toni; she's exhausted, and she doesn't want to play with Al-Qaeda anyway. Good luck at the dry cleaners Fornell!

Toni leaves MTAC, grabs her keys, texts a quick update to Abby letting her know she'll be turning off her phone to get some much-deserved rest. The drive home only takes ten minutes.

When Toni first moved to DC she'd wanted nothing more than a convenient commute, and so she'd - maybe foolishly - settled on an old, rundown apartment complex in what she'd come to realize was a less than stellar area. The old man above her listens to infomercials at a criminal volume, and Dennis, the man she shared her floor with, has been asking her out weekly since she first moved in. Still, it was hers now, and she loved it from the chips in the paint to the settling noises the building made at night.

She trudged up the stairs to the second floor, shimmied her key into the lock, gave a hard nudge on the door with her hip to push the heavy thing open, and flicked on the light in her entrance, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping her lips.

Toni shed her clothes as she went. The shoes she lost in the entry way as she locked the door behind her. Her stockings went immediately afterward, revealing grass green toe nails. Next came her purse, dropped carelessly on the small glass table in the dining room which stood in the middle of her open apartment. Then went her royal blue blazer. It was thrown somewhere, off to her right where she knew her kitchen island to be. She untucked her white satin shirt and wretched it over her head; it found it's resting place on the back of a plush navy couch.

She strolled around the left of the couch and when she was standing at the armrest she allowed her body to go boneless; Toni fell over the armrest in nothing but her royal blue, boot cut pants and a white lace bralette.

Her last thought before she falls asleep is that she'd better rest up. She had a feeling when she returned to work in forty-hours hours she'd have a new partner to train. She just hoped Kate was a quick study.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Though he still wasn't sure why, he knew he'd caused a bit of a controversy with Susanne when he'd asked her to pick him up from the airport and she'd learned that instead of driving him home, he'd wanted to be dropped off the apartment complex of his SFA at 11:00pm. He'd caused a full-on argument when he'd made the mistake of calmly explaining that he'd needed to "talk to her," which is why, as Suzanne peals away in her beautiful corvette, Gibbs is pretty sure he won't be hearing from the redhead again anytime soon.

He has no trouble getting into the complex; the security system was already broken the first time he'd broken into DiNozzo's apartment. Her apartment door wasn't much harder, and no matter how many times he's harassed DiNozzo about it, she won't install a deadbolt. "You don't even lock your door, Gibbs," she always quipped. "Besides, how are you going to keep sneaking into my apartment if there's a deadbolt on my door."

That usually earns her a slap on the back of the head. He'd still get in somehow, and she knows it, too. Still, he can't deny the lack of deadbolt is eternally more convenient. He slips into her apartment easily, gently maneuvering the door so it doesn't squeak and locking it behind him. He almost trips over one of her nude pumps, and takes a moment to wonder how she works in those every day. Her nylon socks are just past the pumps, on the beige carpet...her purse is spilling out over the small glass table...her blazer is skirting line between carpet and linoleum on the kitchen floor, her white shirt is draped over the back of the couch, and he can just make out her bare feet from where he stands, they're hanging off the armrest of the battered navy couch.

He heads toward her kitchen first, opening the lowest cabinet near the fridge and pulling out the coffee. Once it's brewing, he begins picking up DiNozzo's trail of clothes. He tosses everything into the laundry basket in her bathroom down the hall, apart from her shoes, which he sets by the door along with his own professional black boots. He leaves his socks on.

Coffee done, he grabs a mug from the drainer beside the sink and he makes his way over to her couch, setting the coffee on the end table to his right. It's then he gets his first real look at her, and scoffs.

DiNozzo is a mess. Her light brown hair is spilled everywhere, there are deep purple rings under her eyes made worse by smudged mascara, and her mouth is hanging wide open, tiny snores and gargles occasionally escaping her lips. She's also half naked, which shouldn't surprise him, but after months of him sneaking in in the middle of the night, her frequent state of undress still catches him off guard. He removes his blazer and drapes it over DiNozzo's unshirted chest. She snuggles into the couch deeper but doesn't stir otherwise, and he huffs.

He picks up the remote from the coffee table and flips on the news and it appears Gibbs is just in time to see Agent Fornell is giving a press conference on site at Air Force One.

"Federal agents working in unison with the Secret Service were able to foil a terrorist attempt to assassinate the President while he was on board Air Force One. The body of the terrorist is being delivered to the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology, where FBI forensics experts will endeavor to identify him."

"Was it Al-Qaeda?"

"That's all we know at this time."

Gibbs changes the channel; he's used to the lack of recognition for NCIS but he knows it'll piss off the snoring Agent next to him. He flickers through the channels, finally settling on an old Clint Eastwood western, and turns the volume down low. He spends the rest of the movie sipping his coffee and waiting for the sun to rise while Toni snores beside him.

This had been happening more frequently as of late. The little brunette beside him, when he'd found her in Baltimore, had been a curiosity. Young, talented, and wasted in her department. He'd offered her a job, dangling it in front of her like candy and watched her ambitious hazel eyes widen at the thought of leaving yet another job for something greater. He'd known she'd show up on his doorstep, and two weeks later had found DiNozzo in HR getting her badge and clearances.

He'd expected her to be a good agent; a detective with her potential could only grow and he was eager to mentor her. He hadn't expected the heavy flirting or the sly innuendo – though in retrospect, if their time in Baltimore was any indication – maybe he should have.

It had taken almost a year for her crush to fizzle out. As the flirtatious mask was pulled back and the real DiNozzo flourished Gibb's friendship with his probie had flourished, too. He'd never admit it to her and she'd never ask him to, but sometimes his big house felt empty, and the boat felt more like a punishment than a hobby. And on those nights, when his own walls were closing in on him and his basement was beginning to look more like a prison than a reprieve from the insomnia, it was nice to sit with a friend.

Antonia DiNozzo

When Toni woke, her apartment was already filled with natural light. Groaning, she opened her eyes and pointed out her toes in a stretch, reaching her arms out over her head and elongating her body. She thought it must be at least 10:00. When her arms hit something fleshy, she tilted her head back to take a peep. "EEP!"

Toni jumped up, aware of her state of undress and unknowingly making it worse as Gibb's blazer fell from her covered chest. Fortunately for her, he was solidly asleep, sitting up at the end of her couch, socked feet propped up on the coffee table, jean clad legs crossed.

Toni vaulted over his feet and ran down the hall to her bedroom, donning an Ohio state sweatshirt that reached her upper thigh, and a black pair of leggings. She put on a pair of white fluffy socks and went back out into the living room and began to poke him, only stopping when a hand came up to swat her finger away from his shoulder.

"Stop poking me."

"Stop breaking into my house when I'm asleep."

"Get a deadbolt."

"But then you'd stop breaking into my house when I'm asleep!"

They both chuckled. Gibbs groaned and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

"Breakfast," he asked.

"You're buying!"

Sooo, it needs work. I'm probably going to edit it some more, but I've never written for NCIS and frankly... it's been quite some time since I've written at all! As I said before. Still, I hope it was good enough to enjoy, and I hope as I get back into the swing of it the words start to come to me as they did before! I'll update again soon!