Chapter five

I woke up slowly, light streaming in from the open bedroom window. An arm thrown haphazardly over my waist drew my attention. Gibbs. I was lying in Gibbs bed. He was lying on his side facing me a look of utter peace on his face. I lay there thinking about everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I hated my father for sending that letter, but if not for that would I still be here in Gibbs bed?

I didn't want to leave last night, and Gibbs didn't want me to either. We talked till about two, me about my father and his abuse and how it had affected my entire life, he about Shannon and Kelly. I felt privileged he had shared his life with them to me, it was hard for him to talk about. We shared some tears, and I think both of us did a little healing.

It was the weekend, and the team had the day off for once. We decided last night to get everyone together tonight so I could explain about the letter and my father. As far as our relationship went that was still confidential, need to know if you will, and right now nobody needed to know. It was our secret. It was our comfort, each other.

I was so lost in thought I didn't realize Gibbs was awake, and staring at me.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." I say. He reached up and stroked my face.

"You okay?" I knew what he meant. Was I okay lying in his bed wrapped in his arms.

"Jethro, I have never been more okay in my life." He ruffled my hair.

"Next time you wake up in my bed Tony it's not gonna be from stayin' up late talking." A shiver ran through me causing Gibbs to laugh.

"Come on lazy bones, we got plans to make."

We ended up going to breakfast at a little diner a few blocks from Gibbs house. Apparently it was somewhere he frequented because the older waitress working there fretted over him like a grandmother.

"Didn't know you were so popular with the ladies Boss."

"I have my secrets DiNozzo." he said giving me a wink.

The rest of the day we spent at Gibbs house, of course he showed me the boat and the finer arts of sanding, but he also showed me some of his other projects. He was currently working on a beautiful cedar chest with carved inlays. The man could really use his hands. That got me thinking about what else his hands were good at. Hmmm….. Bad DiNozzo, bad.

TBC.

Authors' note:

I know it's kind of short, but I'm in the middle of a working weekend, and night shift sucks. Please don't hurt me, the sexy stuff should be coming up in the next chapter, I just wanted to take it slow. Also Daddy Dinozzo's really got it coming to him, ground plans will soon be laid for the take down. Please review and let me know what you think, they've kind of slacked off, thought people might be loosing interest, please let me know.