A/N: Clearly, I have absolutely zero control over my plot bunnies. This was supposed to be a oneshot, really, it was. It's now a three shot. Still only rated T, JSYK, and part 3 might take me a while to edit to my satisfaction. But me and my muse just have way too much fun devising cruel and unusual punishments for Gibbs...

GIBBS

Gibbs reminded himself (again) that he was a federal agent of the United States government, not a drooling teenager. For some reason (well, okay, he knew the reason, he just didn't want to admit to himself what a dirty old bastard he was), since the... illuminating discussion in the car, he had been unable to summon up his usual sangfroid while Kate was around. He honestly couldn't figure out if she was strutting around with more confidence than usual, or if he was just noticing now because his brain had got stuck tuned to Radio Kate.

At any rate, it was embarrassing. Especially when all she was doing was looking at evidence on the plasma. Really, a grown man should not be unable to tear his eyes away from a woman's legs, no matter how shapely. His mouth should not be watering at the way her beautifully made suit curved so smoothly and closely around her butt. Any man with any character should not be- well, staring at her, as if he was a starving wolf and she was a delicious piece of meat.

Perhaps most pertinently, in this situation, an employer should never look at an employee this way. A boss shouldn't make eyes at a subordinate. No matter how attractive that subordinate might be. He was supposed to be mature and capable of professionalism.

He was definitely supposed to be above gazing longingly at her behind.

He'd always been... aware of Kate. Aware of the fact that when she wasn't buttoned up to the neck in conservative suits, she had all the right curves in all the right places. Aware her hair was soft, her eyes no less beautiful for being both sharp and intelligent; that her dimples were cute, that he couldn't easily intimidate her - and that if he made a comment on anything except the latter, she'd probably tear his balls off with her bare hands and wear them as earrings.

That last quality being one that should probably scare, worry, or at least mildly concern him. He suspected it said something fairly damning about him that Kate's fire and whip sharp tongue and, not least, her propensity for violence made her more attractive to him, not less.

"Boss! Boss!" Tony was at least a welcome distraction. "That BOLO came through - we got him. He's being processed and he'll be in interrogation in like, ten minutes?"

"Whatcha tellin' me for?"

Tony looked confused, which Gibbs supposed was fair. It wasn't as if he'd sent round a memo that his head was royally screwed up because of Kate's ass, and he was in no fit state to interrogate the fucking lollipop guild, never mind an actual criminal who'd committed actual crimes and needed to actually be locked up ASAP. He scowled in frustration at both the world and himself.

"DiNozzo, are you capable of interrogating a suspect, or do you need to look into takeout delivery as a career choice?"

Tony blanched. "Yeah, Boss, of course. I just thought..." He shrugged. "Metro tried and failed to break him, I thought you'd want to do the honours." His voice lowered slightly, and he glanced over to Kate in a way that clearly said he was hoping she wouldn't overhear. Fat chance. "Suppose I can't... you know?"

"Do whatever it takes."

"But I-"

Geez. Trust Tony to choose today to have a crisis of confidence. "Just do it." He rolled his eyes. "Whatever it takes, I don't care. I do not care. Break him. Just get it done. Tie him up if you have to."

Tony balked. "What if that just turns him on?"

Gibbs glared at him. "DiNozzo, the guy likes kinky sex, that doesn't mean you're gonna turn him on just by restraining him."

There was a laugh to his left, and when he turned the glare on her, Kate smirked. "You would know."

It was said under her breath as she walked away, and Gibbs wondered if he'd heard her right. Just what exactly had he inadvertently admitted to the other night? He groaned internally. He couldn't think of a single way of getting at the truth that wouldn't subject him to ball-busting humiliation in some form or another. And then of course there was the possibility she might make that face again - the vaguely interested and intrigued face that had made him look such a fool. If she did that... he shook his head. It just would not be good.

(Well. That wasn't true. It probably would be good, and there was his problem in a nutshell. The idea of initiating Kate into the world of kink was not something he could deal with even in his imagination. In reality... danger, danger, abort, abort. His brain screeched to a halt as self-preservation kicked in.)

Tony still looked uncertain. Gibbs growled at him, with just enough of a look that he scuttled off towards the elevator with his tail between his legs, like a scolded schoolboy. Gibbs took comfort in the fact he wasn't the only one having inappropriate and unfortunate teenager flashbacks today.

Kate was sat back down at her desk, all innocence, and he wasn't going to start thinking about what she might or might not have on underneath that oh-so-demure turtleneck. He really wasn't. He wasn't.

He growled again and pushed himself up out of his chair. "I'm going for coffee."

She looked up at him, eyebrows raised, and then he was out of her space. He jabbed the call button for the elevator and glared impatiently when it didn't immediately appear. Removing himself from temptation was the best thing (besides coffee) he could do for himself right now. As fast as possible...

He took the stairs.