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"You may go in now, Agent Gibbs, Tony." As the secretary said his name, she gave a flirtatious smile, making it clear she approved of the changes to his outfits.
"Thanks Marie." Tony smiled politely as he walked in, and the secretary winked at him, ignoring Gibbs' scowl.
Gibbs stood to one side of the two chairs that were placed strategically in front of the Madam Director's desk. He noted absently that their seats were lower than hers and smiled fondly. At least she'd remembered a few of the things that he'd taught her.
Tony took a seat in front of Gibbs, relaxing and managing to look as though sprawling in front of his Boss's boss half naked was something he did every day. Gibbs growled slightly at the very idea; he was the only person Tony ought to be sprawling like that in front of.
The Director was standing with her back to them, looking out the window. Very intimidating, Gibbs judged mentally, and at just the right angle to see them in the reflection of the glass. Good girl, Jenny.
Tony knew Gibbs used to be in a relationship with the Director. He also knew the Director wouldn't mind restarting it, so it was understandable that he was slightly annoyed about allowing her the privilege of seeing Gibbs in his leather pants.
Jenny watched Gibbs closely in the reflection of the slightly tinted window. She took a moment to appreciate Agent DiNozzo too, before returning to her former partner's figure. Surprisingly little had changed there in the last ten years, although when you considered who it was, maybe not so surprisingly.
In short, the atmosphere inside the Director's office was slightly tense.
"Jethro, are you sure that you'll be ableā¦" Jenny froze, staring at the pair of men before her, specifically Jethro's attire.
"Abs and DiNozzo got me all dressed up, I have been clubbing before, and I'll be fine."
"Yes, but have you been to a gay bar before?"
Tony almost made a comment about her only being worried about Gibbs, but decided for once to keep his mouth shut.
"Yes." Gibbs' simple answer took the wind out of the Director's sails.
"On purpose?"
"Yes. Come on DiNozzo, we have to leave." He hauled the younger man up, nodding to the Madam Director as he left. She leaned against her enormous window, still looking bemused.
"A gay bar? Really?"
"Right, wires are on. Can you move okay? Nothing visible?"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Look McGeek, it's some homophobic losers, not some gang organisation. Aren't you being just a little too paranoid?"
"This coming from the man who wished we sent video surveillance with his team so he could impress a hot secretary with his 'mad fighting skills'." McGee snorted.
"Ah, Emma." Tony sighed fondly. "Her of the enormous chest. Turned out I didn't need the video, but it was a good idea."
"Honestly Tony! You two are so immature. Act your age, not your coat size." The only female occupant of the van spoke up indignantly, causing the men to look puzzled.
"Your shoe size, Ziva."
"Seven and a half. Why?"
"No, it's 'Act your age, not your shoe size'. Actually, never mind." Tony rubbed his forehead; ignoring Gibbs' smirk at the frustrated headache Ziva's mangling of English always gave Tony.
"DiNozzo! Let's go." Gibbs hauled open the van door, glaring when Tony didn't move quickly enough for his tastes.
They got out in a parking lot, virtually abandoned save for a rusty white car sitting in one corner. The front of the club was clearly visible, as was the alleyway the body had been discovered in, and Gibbs grudgingly admitted to himself that McGee and Ziva picked a good spot.
They walked down to the entrance of Scorpio, Tony smiling and waving to the bouncer who let them in, and used Tony's name when he greeted the pair. Despite the distance between the bar and the van, Tony could swear he heard the others sniggering at the idea he was known here.
Inside, Gibbs blinked a couple of times, unused to the flashing red lights and noises as what seemed like the city's entire population ground together on the dance floor or stood around, attempting to chat casually despite the sound level.
"What do you want to drink?"
Tony looked at him, not hearing anything, but seeing his lips move. He mimed drinking and Tony laughed.
"Get me something fruity!"
He nodded, smiling slightly. Everyone at work was going to give Tony hell for this anyway, might as well do it properly. If Gibbs had been anyone else, they might have given him hell too, but they wouldn't dare.
He grinned wolfishly, and once he'd fought his way to the front and got the bartender's attention ordered two, very fruity, Cinderella mocktails.
When he brought them back to the couch Tony had managed to commandeer, he pushed the glass in front of the other man, watching his eyes widen as he looked at the pink concoctions in front of them. Gibbs took a sip of his, noting absently that it actually was rather good, if you ignored the umbrella and bits of fruit. And the pinkness.
He imagined the looks he would get if he ordered this with anyone else, explaining the idea to Tony and watching the younger man snicker.
"Hey Boss!"
Gibbs looked up from the black leather he was sitting on, raising an eyebrow at Tony.
"Wanna dance?!"
He shrugged lightly, allowing himself to be pulled up, and following the denim clad behind through the throng.
"No way!" McGee stared at the speaker as though it would bite him. "Tony did not just ask Gibbs to dance."
"Perhaps he asked someone else?" Ziva suggested, looking nearly as disturbed as McGee.
"No, he said Boss, and there's no way Gibbs would let him off on his on during a case." McGee was about to elaborate further when Ziva clutched his arm, in a way he could feel was going to bruise.
"McGee!" He looked in the direction she indicated.
Three tall men in black, lurking in the alleyway they had found the body.
McGee pressed down on the button that allowed them to talk to the men in the club.
"Gibbs! Tony! Think we found our perps!"
