DISCLAIMER: I still own nothing, as much as I wish that I did.

I've had a lot of stuff going on so haven't had time to write or update but finally the second chapter is here! My muse seems to be back so hopefully I'll be updating on a regular basis from now on.

Monday morning came around all too quickly for Tony's liking, he'd spent the whole weekend on the couch eating take-away crap and trying to figure out what to do about Friday night. He huffed a sigh and looked at himself in the mirror, ruffling his hair a little more he grinned at his reflection before grabbing his coat which had everything he needed and headed out the door.

He strolled into the bullpen and glanced around, Ziva wasn't in yet, McGee was sat at his desk doing something with his computer and Tony could see no sign of Gibbs. "Hey Probie, where is everyone?" he asked as he flopped into his own seat and began booting up his computer. He swivelled in his chair so he was looking at Tim while his computer came to life. "Ziva's got some appointment to fill in paper work about her citizenship, Abby's in the lab and I haven't seen Gibbs" he replied with a shrug. Tony checked his watch "But it's 9'o'clock already" he said a little confused, Gibbs was never late. "I know Tony, may-" McGee was cut off as the elevator opened and Gibbs walked in, coffee in hand and made his way to his desk.

Gibbs looked between his two agents and then to the third empty desk "Where is Agent David?" he asked and both agents exchanged a look, clearly Gibbs was not in a good mood. McGee began to explain while Tony sank into his chair, he was sure that Gibbs' bad mood was down to what he'd done on Friday night; he looked at his computer but didn't really see it, he made it look like he was working through cold cases when really his head was swimming with all sorts of thoughts. He was trying to decide on the best course of action, he'd need to talk to Gibbs eventually, he couldn't avoid it forever, but he didn't know what to say, he was drunk, his only form of defence was blaming it on the alcohol.

Tony was staring blankly at the screen for what seemed like a good few hour when the elevate doors opened once more, glancing at his watch he realised that it had been little over an hour. He let out a sigh and decided on going to get some coffee; maybe then he'd be able to concentrate on this cold case. He forced a smile Ziva's way as he passed on his way to the elevator, he was about to step in when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew, without turning round, who the hand belonged to; he could feel the heat radiating from that small spot where the hand lay, smell the sawdust and pure masculine scent that was Leroy Jethro Gibbs. "A word DiNozzo" he growled as he lead him into the elevator, pressing any button to start the elevator moving before flicking the emergency switch jolting the elevator to a stand-still.

Tony's eyes were fixed on the door, he didn't know what to say, how to bring it up, he had known that he couldn't avoid the subject forever, he had however hoped for some more time, maybe come up with a little more than just blaming the alcohol. Maybe an apology was a good place to start.

"Boss I-"

"There's an old saying DiNozzo 'a drunken mans words are a sober mans thoughts'"

"But I didn't say anything."

"Here's another saying then 'actions speak louder than words'"

Tony's eyes shifted from the doors to finally look at Gibbs, taking in the older man's expression, trying to figure out how much trouble he was in. "I'd apologise, but that would only make you madder" Tony spoke quietly, trying to read Gibbs' poker face, why did he have to be so hard to understand?

"I never said I was mad, more confused DiNozzo, I didn't know that you were…" a sighed "Let alone felt anything like that towards me."

Tony's eyes seemed to pop as Gibbs spoke, he couldn't fathom why he wasn't mad "If there was a God d'you really think he'd deny this" he indicated himself "from about half the population" humour for Tony was a defence mechanism, he didn't know how to handle such a serious situation so he'd resorted to his usual comedic act. Gibbs' face hadn't faltered; his expression was still stern as he looked at Tony, as though trying to figure out a particularly difficult math problem. "Cut the crap DiNozzo" his boss growled turning his body to fully face his senior field agent.

Tony shrank back a little at the full force of the Gibbs glare, the jokes clearly weren't what Gibbs wanted, he wanted answers and he wanted them now. Tony gulped, trying not to let the fear show on his face "How long?" Gibbs asked making a vague hand gesture between the two of them "Honestly?" Tony said quietly, keep his eyes on Gibbs' face hoping his boss would give something away, Gibbs simply nodded, wanting, needing to know.

"Since that first day that I met you back in Baltimore. There was something about you from the moment I laid eyes on you, and then you wanted me for NCIS and I couldn't say no." Tony paused, his gaze faltered for a moment but he couldn't look away from Gibbs, he had to see what the other mans reaction was. "First of all it was just lust, you're a silver fox Boss, but it became more than that the more we worked together, I got to know you as a person rather than just focusing on what you look like. Though that doesn't make you any less good looking."

Gibbs was silent the whole time that Tony was speaking, surveying the younger man before him, he'd had a lot of practice of how to read people while they were talking to him and he could tell that Tony wasn't lying. Gibbs shifted a little, not sure how to respond to what Tony had just said to him, he could see the panic forming in his senior fields agents eyes though Tony was doing his best to try and mask it. "Boss? Say something?" his voice an octave higher than it usually was, clearly he was having a harder time keeping the panic out of his voice than out of his expression.

Gibbs was still silent as he looked at Tony; they were close enough that Gibbs could smell the coffee on Tony's breath, not strong as he like his own coffee but still an enticing scent. Tony's eyes were scanning Gibbs's face, trying to see what he was going to say, he knew he hadn't managed to keep the panic from his voice so now he was worried that Gibbs was going to tear him a new one. The movement made Tony wince he was sure it was going to be a head slap, but the hand made contact with his hair in a caressing style before sliding a little lower and resting on the nape of his neck. Tony could feel Gibbs's breath on his lips and wasn't aware that they'd gotten any closer, he's been to immersed in the older mans scent and the feeling of that hand on the back of his neck. He could feel himself beginning to harder just at being this close and in such an intimate manner, though he was hoping the other wouldn't notice.

Lips crushed together and Gibbs pulled Tony that last few inches closer, closing the gap between them without any resistance from the younger man. Tony was surprised at first, his brain trying to make sense of the fact that it hadn't been him to close the gap. He couldn't bring himself to dwell on such a matter now though; he was completely engulfed in the taste that was purely Gibbs; strong coffee, mint and something entirely special to Gibbs. It wasn't until his back hit the metal wall of the elevator that Tony realised they had even moved, Gibbs had one hand in his hair, pulling it lightly and the other resting on his hip, both of Tony's hands were resting on Gibbs's shoulders.

A vibrating against his hip brought Tony crashing back into reality and a low groan escaped his lips as Gibbs pulled away, just a little so they were still touching. "Yeah, Gibbs" he said into the phone. Tony's eyes slipped in and out of focus as he tried to regain control of himself and the situation; one hand slipped from Gibbs's shoulder to his own hair trying to fix it as best as possible since Gibbs assault on it. Gibbs mumbled into the phone a little before clicking it shut "Dead marine" he informed Tony as his slip the phone back into his pocket. He disentangled himself from Tony and straightened himself up "This isn't over Tony" he said giving the younger mans hip a light squeeze as he flicked the switched to bring the elevator back to life and moving back towards the floor they had just left.

They stepped out, Gibbs moving straight to his desk "Grab your gear" he said as he grabbed his own "Dead marine" he added in explanation "Come on DiNozzo, we ain't got all day" he said suddenly bring Tony from his daze, work mode, he picked up his pack, still trying to keep his hard-on hidden, and followed the rest of the team towards the elevator just in time to hear McGee getting off the phone to Ducky telling him they had a dead body and where to go. A set of keys were dangled in front of Tony's face and he instinctively took them "Gas the truck, take Ziva" he was told as his fist closed around the keys.

Tony arrived at the crime scene within a few minutes of Gibbs and McGee, Ziva had been trying to find out why he was so distracted but he refused to talk, he needed to figure this out before he could even talk to anyone else about it and when he did talk about it it would be to Abby. "I don't know why you will not just tell me, I'm a very good listener Tony" she said as the doors to the van slammed and they made their way over to the scene. "Because Zee-vah it's none of your business, maybe I'll tell you one day, but not just yet" McGee was busy taking photo's of the scene and looked up as he heard them approaching and heard Tony speaking "What's up?" he asked, concern clear on his face as he looked between the two. "Nothing to concern you Probie or girl-Probie over here for that matter" he spoke with his usual muster, work mode completely intact now as he got about sketching the scene.

The crime scene had been completely processed by the time that Gibbs arrived back; Ducky had even arrived and taken the body back to the Navy Yard for autopsy. "Everything's been bagged and tagged, I've sketched the scene, McGee's photographed it all and Ducky said the estimated time of death was at about 2am this morning" Tony spoke quickly and professionally though he had the urge to be closer to Gibbs, touching him if possible but he held back knowing it was inappropriate. His thoughts wandered to what had happened this morning in the elevator, that had been inappropriate and he hadn't been the one to start that. A sharp smack to the back of his head brought him crashing back to the present, he blinked a few times and looked around; McGee and Ziva were no-where to be seen. "I sent them back in the truck, you're with me DiNozzo" he said sharply and began walking towards the car.

Once Tony was in the car Gibbs turned his head to look at his senior field agent "You've gotta keep your head in the game Tony." A hand was resting on his thigh, but it felt natural and Tony found himself relaxing into that touch "I know it's hard" the hand squeezed his thigh a little "The day can't last forever, tonight, we'll sort it out tonight" he promised before shifting and starting the car, back into Boss mode. It left Tony wondering how he did it, switched from Boss-Man to someone entirely different.