Chapter 12 so far has not turned out at all how I wanted it to, but I like it so far. Infortunately I'm not done with it. But hopefully by tonight. Also, I want to say that I did not finish this chapter until today, which is why I'm late getting it out. So I apologize for that. Well, I hope you like it.

I'm also very upset. I just found out that the Backstreet Boys have a cruise concert thingy going on in December, and I can't afford to go! Yes, I like the Backstreet Boys. Actually I love the Backstreet Boys, and everybody at my old job made fun of me for it. But I didn't care because they are awesome!

Chapter Eleven

When Tony woke up the next morning, his body ached. Every muscle was sore, but he still woke up smiling. He had great sex before, but it was never that intense. The fact that it was that incredible with Gibbs was even more amazing.

He stretched out, his arms straight over his head. He looked over to the left to Gibbs' side. It was empty.

He jerked up and looked around the room. He was the only occupant. "Gibbs?" He called out. Silence was his answer. Groaning, Tony climbed out from under the covers to search for his boss. He was sticky and covered in Gibbs. It was strange, but that thought actually made him smile. That was the first time he woke up covered in another person when he didn't immediately go running for the bathroom.

The front door opened. Gibbs strode in, fully dressed sporting his typical cup of coffee. Tony was still completely naked, but if the other man noticed, he didn't care. "You just waking up, DiNozzo?" His usual gruff anger was back.

Tony couldn't believe it. After last night, Gibbs should have been happy, or at least maybe a little content. But nothing changed. He sighed heavily. "I guess last night took more out of me than I thought." Still nothing.

Gibbs took a sip of his coffee. "McGee called. He got us the list of names."

"Is he driving down to give it to us?"

The boss rolled his eyes. It looked like he would have whacked him on the head if he was standing closer to him. "He read me the names over the phone. Now come on, take a shower, get dressed. We got work to do." He walked away.

Tony have never been so pissed off in his life. He didn't suddenly expect Gibbs to suddenly be all touchy feely, but the least he could have done was acknowledge that last night happened. But Tony supposed that even that was too much to expect from Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

He sighed heavily and walked into the bathroom.

*~*

Jethro's heart ached as he left the suite again. It took everything he had in him to not jump Tony when he was standing there stark naked. He still wore the last vestiges of sleep, his eyes were puffy and his hair stood up on end. He looked like walking sex.

And he wanted Jethro.

He had to stop thinking about Tony! He spent all night, unable to sleep, just thinking about the man next to him. Jethro felt satisfied, content, happy. And also guilty, foolish and childish. He knew that last night shouldn't have happened. He remembered very clearly thinking that it shouldn't have happened. But he ignored his better judgment for good sex.

He didn't know how long he was standing there, but it had to be a while because Tony walked outside. His hair was still wet from his shower, but he was fully clothed.

Jethro didn't say anything, he just started walking. He didn't need to tell Tony what they were doing. He should have figured it out by now.

He led them to a cabin halfway down the lane. He couldn't hear noises coming from inside, which he saw as a good thing, but it didn't mean that the cabin was empty.

"So what's the plan, boss?"

Jethro turned to him with his typical glare. Normally this would be the moment that Tony started stumbling over his words or just talked too much. That was how he was different from McGee. The younger agent could never get words out when he was nervous, but Tony used too many.

This time, he just rolled his head. He was about to head up to the door when they saw the doorknob twist. Tony froze in place, but Jethro dashed around the corner. This time, Tony could play the distraction.

The door was pushed open and two people came walking out. They stopped in the doorway when they saw Tony standing there. "Can we help you?" Said one of the men. Jethro assumed he was the blonde one in the t-shirt and jeans.

Tony smiled. "Hey, don't I know you?" He leaned on one leg and casually pointed at the guy.

The blonde guy tensed. "I don't believe so."

"Are you sure?" Tony shrugged, then held out his hand. "Tony Spano."

Neither man moved to take the offered hand. But the tension in the air rose dramatically. They stepped away from the cabin. Jethro could see that neither man was particularly attractive, but they did look relatively in shape. The blonde guy looked like a trust fund baby who never worked a day in his life. The other one was wearing a wedding ring. "Nice to meet you," Blondie said, although his tone gave evidence to the contrary.

The married guy made to shut the door. Jethro quickly darted up. He stayed out of their line of sight. He may not have been on active duty, but he could still rival even a fresh young Marine.

The two stalked away, glaring at Tony as they went. Tony held that grin of his, the dangerous one. It wasn't a look of amusement by any stretch of the imagination. It was the look he gave to suspects when he wanted them to cower. It was usually pretty effective.

When they were out of sight, Tony stepped closer. Jethro climbed onto the small porch. The door wasn't fully closed, he had somehow managed to shove a credit card into the crack to prevent it from locking.

He pushed the door open. The two of them entered a suite similar to their own, but not nearly as large. Their carpets were soft and plush, while this cabin only had area rugs. The bed was smaller as well, and the TV wasn't a flat screen.

"Kinda glad Keller and Spano went all out." Tony mumbled as he went further into the room. They didn't have gloves—those they left in their NCIS jackets—so they had to be careful what they were touching.

Jethro searched first around the bed while Tony headed for the sitting area. The sheets were rumpled, like the two men just rolled out of bed and left. Probably for breakfast.

"Do you even know these guys' names?" Tony called where he examined an envelope on the coffee table.

Jethro kept his eyes glued to the furniture. He appreciated that Tony could manage to remain professional after everything that happened, but Jethro was angry. He was angry at himself for giving in to his carnal instincts—after everything that happened with Jen, you'd think he'd learn by now. But mostly he was angry at Tony. He was angry for kissing him, for starting everything and flirting. He was mad at Tony for being so sexy.

"Luke Jones," he finally said, but it didn't seem that Tony really heard him. He had picked up the envelope and was staring inside.

"Boss." He called quietly.

Jethro was finally forced to lift his eyes to look at the young man. Tony's expression was one of complete shock. "What?" Jethro asked, clearly annoyed.

Tony tilted the envelope towards Gibbs. He saw shorts strips of green paper. "There's gotta be a couple thousand dollars here."

Jethro stepped closer. Sure enough, all of the bills were big, hundreds. There had to be at least fifty of them. But Jethro just shrugged. "Maybe Jones didn't want charges showing up on his credit card bill." He went back to his search.

Then he heard footsteps on the porch.

The two of them froze. Jones and his companion couldn't have gotten back already, could they? A key slipped into the lock. Crap.

Tony darted towards the bathroom, Jethro followed right after. He pushed the door shut gently so it didn't make a sound and jumped into the tub.

They waited for voices, to hear that the two men were back, but there weren't any. Jethro heard the door open, he heard something moving around, but he didn't hear a single voice.

"It's housekeeping," Tony whispered.

"Ya think, DiNozzo?" Jethro whispered back. He tried to turn his head to look at the younger man when he realized he couldn't. Tony's face was blocking his way. They were standing right up against each other again.

As soon as that realization hit him, Jethro's body started reacting. A shiver coursed through him and his cock immediately hardened. Flashes of last night came to the forefront of his mind. Damn it, he was becoming pathetic. Focus!

"She's gonna come clean in here soon." He said. It did nothing to alleviate his erection.

Tony nodded but didn't speak. His breathing had kicked up the same time Jethro got hard. No doubt he could feel it pressed against his own crotch.

"How did you get out of Millworth's office?"

"Through the window." Their lips were barely an inch apart. He wouldn't have to go very far to feel that Heavenly mouth again…

He mentally gave himself a slap to the back of the head. Now was not the time to think about sex! He had to get his head on right, or they were screwed. He peeled the shower curtain back. There was a small window above the toilet that looked out into the woods. It would be a tight fit, but he and Tony should be able to make it through.

He peeled himself off Tony's body and climbed out of the tub. He pushed the window up slowly so as to not cause any sound. The last thing he needed was the housekeeper to come barging in the bathroom because he opened the window too damned loudly.

He pulled himself up and out of the tiny opening, feet first. He landed with a small thump then stepped out of the way to let Tony out. Tony's long legs popped out of the hole with a grace that Jethro rarely saw before. Tony was an athlete and a damn good agent, but he was also a bit of a klutz. It actually amazed Jethro how the young man managed to survive this long.

The plop as Tony's feet hit the dirt brought Jethro out of his musings. Tony was taller, so he reached up and slid the window shut. Seconds later, they heard the door to the bathroom open as the maid stepped in.

"Well that was close," said Tony, turning back to his boss. He wore a relieved smile on his face.

Jethro turned away and headed for another cabin. They had a lot of places still left to hit.

*~*

The only sound he heard was the incessant clicking of keys that never paused or stopped. Abby tried to talk to him a while ago but he completely ignored her. Tim thought that by now she was pouting. He felt bad, but he couldn't find words. He was still reeling from the conversation he had with Ziva.

Tony and Gibbs were in love. Like, actually in love with each other. He always knew their relationship was more than just employer/employee, but he figured it was more friendly, or paternal. He just thought that Gibbs saw Tony like the son he always wanted but never had. But looking back over the years, he saw that is was more than that.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "Abby, I need to tell you something." He just blurted out.

Abby whirled around on him. She was trying to appear mad that he ignored her for so long, but Tim knew she wanted to hear his news. He sighed heavily. "Abby, I'm sorry I wasn't talking earlier. It's just, I had a lot on my mind." He gave her his best impression of a puppy dog.

It didn't work as well for him as it did for Abby, but it sufficed. Abby waited five minutes before she grabbed a chair and wheeled it in front of him. "What is it?"

"I think Tony and Gibbs are in love with each other!" He blurted it out quickly, in one breath. Had it been anyone but Abby, they probably wouldn't have understood him.

But Abby did. "What do you mean Tony and Gibbs are in love with each other?"

He thought for a second how to phrase it. "Well, it turns out that Millworth Farms is a gay sex resort for rich and powerful men." He relayed his conversation with Ziva to her. Abby looked on with a slight frown on her face as he kept talking. She didn't try to interrupt, she just listened. "And Abby, I have been trying to convince myself that I'm wrong, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense!"

He took a deep breath and waited for Abby to smack him or tell him that he was being ridiculous. Something to help him out here. But after another minute, she broke into a wide grin. She leaned forward and grabbed him in a tight hug. "I'm so glad, McGee."

That confused the hell out of the man. "Glad?"

Abby pulled back. "Yes! You know how I hate keeping secrets. And every time I see Tony and Gibbs interacting I always want to talk about it, but Ducky doesn't think it's any of our business—"

"Wait," Tim interrupted. "Ducky knows?"

Abby giggled. "Of course Ducky knows. He might have known longer than I did, but, like I said, he doesn't think it's any of our business. If something is going to happen, then it's their choice, and blah blah blah." She sighed heavily, slightly deflated. After two seconds she perked back up. "But now you and Ziva finally see what's right in front of your noses! And we can talk about this!"

Tim was even more confused than before. He expected Abby to tell him that he was crazy. "Abby, how long have you known?"

She turned her eyes to the ceiling in thought. "I knew they liked to casually flirt with each other since I first met Tony, but I think I realized it was love… probably when Tony got the Pneumonic plague. At least on Gibbs' end. I figured Tony out much sooner than that." She smiled brightly at him.

"When did Ducky figure it out?"

"As Abby said," Tim and Abby whirled around when they saw the elderly medical examiner stride into the room. "I knew there was a connection the moment the two of them met." He chuckled. "You should have seen the two of them argue over the crime scene. Tony was very impressive, despite his youth and humorous exterior. He even managed to get Jethro to stumble over his words that day—"

"Duck!" Abby scolded in her Gibbs voice. Abby was the only one who could impersonate Gibbs and get away with it.

"Ah yes," Ducky continued. "Well, I figured out that Jethro was in love during the case of the Marine who was killed when his parachute was tampered with. Jethro pulled Anthony into Autopsy by his ear after he landed to make sure he wasn't severely injured. You could literally feel the worry come off him in waves. Now, with Tony, I don't think there was a specific time. I think it was more of a gradual flow over the years. But it had developed fully by your first year with the team, Timothy."

Tim was flustered. Too much was being thrown at him at once. Gibbs stumbled over his words, Tony and Gibbs were in love, Abby and Ducky already knew about Tony and Gibbs, they've known for years.

"Are you ok?" Abby asked. Tim just shook his head in response.

They heard a ding come from Abby's computers. Three heads swiveled around to stare at it. "What happened?" Tim asked.

Abby grinned in triumph. "I cracked Spano's password."

Tim jumped up. He hadn't been paying attention to what Abby was doing earlier, but now he deeply regretted that. Between the two of them, they managed to pull up just about all of Spano's hard drive.

They stopped.

Silence spread across the room for a few minutes till Ducky broke it. "What's that?"

Tim sighed heavily. "I think we just figured out why someone would want to kill Spano and Keller."

I would like to apologize because Gibbs and Tony didn't work everything out just yet, but I'm a firm believer that if Gibbs and Tony did end up getting together one day, it wouldn't happen too quickly. Gibbs would try to push Tony away, despite what his heart tells him. I would also apologize for the cliff hanger, but trust me, I've done worse (seriously, I ended a chapter in my novel with my heroine getting shot). Tell me what you thought, I strive on reviews! They make the week feel less long.