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"We were wrong." Tony groaned dropping his head back onto the couch.

"You don't know that." Abby rubbed his arm.

"Foible, we can't base anything on a word."

"You're giving up just because Gibbs knows you date men?" Abby laughed. "If anything that should make you try harder."

"Why?"

"He's obviously known awhile and doesn't care. Or-" She grinned. "Maybe it was his way of telling you 'I know so come and get it.'"

"No." Tony sighed. "You didn't hear his tone, when he did his whole Gibbs' apology. It was not the tone of a man saying 'I know you date men and I want some of that.'" He shook his head. "It was calm, almost emotionless."

"You said he commented on you giving him the report in front of the desk?"

"Yeah." Tony looked at her.

"What was his tone like then?"

Tony thought back. "Different, kinda-" His eyes widened. "Disappointed, maybe."

"See!" The excitement returned to her eyes. "He probably wanted you to touch him."

"I don't know."

"Then let it go." Getting up she walked into Tony's kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. "Or better yet just ask him. Then you'll know for sure." She dropped back down on the couch. "But you won't do that."

Tony stared at the TV.

"Because you like not knowing." She took a sip of her beer. "Because you would rather try to get a reaction from Gibbs, see whether he's the one or not." She nudged his shoulder. "You like the chase, especially because it's Gibbs."

Tony glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"He's a real challenge." Abby smirked. "Getting the mighty Gibbs to succumb to your advances, to admit how he feels. That's got you all hot and bothered." She saw the slight smirk curl at the corner of his lips. "You are so bad."

He laughed, shaking his head. "God, I have to be insane to wanna take on Gibbs. The mans a rock, completely in control, unflappable."

"But think about the rewards when you do break him." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh believe me." Tony sighed lustfully. "I have."

"You so lied to me about just having that one fantasy about Gibbs." Abby laughed, then stopped. "Did you have feelings for Gibbs before this started?"

"I never saw Gibbs as available." Tony shrugged. "It was just fantasies."

"Okay, because if you were all hot for him before we saw Marie, this totally wouldn't make sense because she would have picked up on him."

"Gibbs never crossed my mind when we saw Marie."

"You really never thought about going after Gibbs before this?"

"No. It's Gibbs."

"Can we please not go through that again." She rolled her eyes. "I know it's Gibbs."

"The fantasies I had weren't really about deep emotional feels." Tony grinned. "Gibbs is sexy, those eyes, the voice...makes for a hot fantasy."

"But you'd like there to be a deeper emotions there right?"

"Of course I want a relationship with a deep emotional connection." Tony picked at the label on his beer bottle. "Everyone wants to find their soul mate." He had wanted that his whole life, even thought he had found it once or twice.

Abby put her head on Tony's shoulder. "It will happen, if it's not Gibbs, you'll find the one."

"Are you doubting Marie?" Tony chuckled.

"No, I never doubt Marie." She kept her face hidden. "I'm just doubting your ability to break Gibbs."

Tony yanked his shoulder away and Abby fell face first into the couch laughing. "Never doubt the Master!" He snapped.

Giggling like a school girl, she curled up against Tony's side. The giggling subsided and she wrapped her arms around Tony. "You care about him right?"

"Of course I do." He wrapped an arm around her. "Abby I wouldn't do this if I didn't."

She hugged him tighter. "Okay. Just making sure."

Tony strolled in a few minutes before seven, the rest of the team already there. "Where's Gibbs?"

"MTAC. Director Vance left for the European Conference today remember? Gibbs is Acting Director." McGee looked at the cup holder in Tony's hand that held four cups.

"Yes McBuddy one is for you." Tony grinned pulling a cup out and handing it to McGee.

"Thanks."

Tony handed cup to Ziva. "Tea for the lady."

"What's the occasion?" Ziva glared at him. "Did you upset Gibbs?"

"No." Tony put a cup on his desk then took the other throwing away the cup holder. "But this is for him." He headed up the stairs to MTAC, stopping at the retinal scanner the door swished open, and he walked into the dimly lit room.

Gibbs was sitting in the first row of seats, open file in his lap, his glasses perched on the end of his nose.

Tony sat down in the chair behind Gibbs and leaned over, cup of coffee in hand. "Figured you'd be ready for a refill."

Gibbs heard the words almost spoken directly in his ear. "Yeah." He said, not looking back as he accepted the coffee cup. He pulled his glasses off and dropped them in the file on his lap, then pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Stressful day already?" Tony's hand touched the back of Gibbs' neck, gently massaging the tight muscles at the base of Gibbs' neck.

"Busy day." Gibbs said, trying to ignore the unusual touch of Tony's hand on his neck.

Tony smiled to himself when Gibbs didn't pull away. Continuing for a few more moments, Tony pulled his hand away, but whispered close to Gibbs' ear "You really should find a way to relieve all that stress you carry around."

It took a moment, but Gibbs turned around a glare firmly in place, but the seat was empty. He looked towards the door and it was just closing. He rubbed his forehead, the little voice inside his head screaming at him. How long are you going to ignore this?

Gibbs had been in MTAC all day, the Director had decided to take vacation when countless meetings were taking place. Sometimes he thought Leon did it just to torture him. The screen went blank and the lights came up slightly. His stomach growled reminding him again it was way past lunch and he hadn't had breakfast.

"Hungry?"

"Did you bug MTAC?" Gibbs asked looking up at Tony and the bag the younger man had in his hand.

"No." Tony grinned. "Told Rachael to let me know when you had a break and might wanna eat."

Gibbs glanced over at Rachael, the MTAC control officer on duty. "Right." Note to self, keep Tony away from the female MTAC control officers when Leon is gone.

"I know you're hungry."

"And how do you know that?" Gibbs asked.

"I can hear your stomach growling."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Sit."

Taking the seat next to Gibbs, Tony pulled out a container and handed it over, then put his hand back in the bag and held out the chop sticks to Gibbs before he could ask for them.

"You got a bottle of Bourbon in there too?" Gibbs gave a half smirk.

"Now that, Acting Director Gibbs, would be against regulations." Tony smiled.

Shaking his head, Gibbs opened the container and started eating.

"You really should eat on a more regular basis." Tony said before stuffing a fork full of food in his mouth. He chewed it part way and started talking again. "You hardly ever eat lunch, I'm sure you rarely if ever eat breakfast."

"Didn't realize you were so concerned with my eating habits." Gibbs mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"I notice." Tony shrugged.

"What else do you notice?" Gibbs asked taking another bite.

Tony grinned. "More than you think."

"Notice anything interesting?" Gibbs took another bite.

"Sure, but I'm not telling." Tony smirked.

Shaking his head, Gibbs took another bite.

"Agent Gibbs, SecNav is waiting to speak to you."

Tony stuck his fork in his box and stood up. "My cue to leave." He paused then leaned down to Gibbs. "I noticed when I touched the back of your neck this morning...your pulse raced."

Gibbs swallowed hard as Tony turned and left. Stabbing the chop sticks into the container, Gibbs dropped it down onto the seat next to him and ran his hands down his face. "Get SecNav on."

Gibbs walked out of MTAC and down into the bullpen, never so thankful for a day to end. Ziva and Tony were still at their desks.

"It's late, go home."

"Just about to." Ziva closed the file on her desk and walked over dropping it on Tony's. "Done."

"Thanks." Tony sighed.

"Night Gibbs." Ziva smiled grabbing her bag.

"Night." Gibbs looked over at Tony.

"Almost done." Tony said as he read over the report from Ziva and then signed his name.

Gathering up the files, Tony walked over and stood beside Gibbs, then placed the files on the desk and opened the first one. He put a hand on the back of Gibbs' chair. "Ziva finished up everything on the Rantson case."

Gibbs skimmed over the report then signed his name at the bottom.

Tony flipped to the next file and opened it. "McGee went through those evidence logs and double checked everything that came back from Metro."

Gibbs felt the hand drift from the chair and gently touch his back. Again, he skimmed the file and signed off, the hand caressing further up his back stopping just below his neck.

"And I finished up the report on our gun re-qualification's, the requisition forms, and the hourly time log." Tony's hand was just about to touch Gibbs' neck when Gibbs turned the chair and grabbed his wrist. Tony's heart stopped and he held his breath waiting to see what Gibbs would do.

"You got all that done and had time to bring me lunch?"

Tony nodded.

"So if I eat lunch every day, is this kind of dedication to your job my reward?" Gibbs let Tony's wrist fall from his hand.

"Maybe." Tony smiled.

Gibbs shut off his computer and stood up, he went to walk past Tony and stopped standing behind the younger man. "I have a break at two tomorrow...I'll order us lunch."

Tony's body shivered as he nodded.

Gibbs switched off the light on his desk and walked away.

Tony waited until the door closed behind Gibbs as he took the stairs, then gulped in a deep breath filling his aching lungs. "Shit." Tony groaned, the man hadn't even touched him and his body responded.

After gathering his things Tony went to step into the elevator, surprised to see the man there. "Hey. Working late?"

"Yeah." Dorneget smiled. "This is pretty early for you."

"No case." Tony said as the elevator started.

"Wanna grab a beer, maybe something to eat?"

"You know what, that sounds great." Tony was too wound up to sleep. "I could use a beer."

The door opened and they stepped out into the lobby.

"Great, you cool with driving?" Dorneget asked. "My car's in the shop."

"Yeah, no problem." Tony waved at the security guard as they walked by. "I'll take you home afterwards."

"Awesome. Where to?" Dorneget pushed the door open letting Tony exit first.

"First bar we come to." Tony grinned.

Sitting at the table in the center of the basement, Gibbs chiseled into the wood, his mind on autopilot.

"It's two thirty in the morning, why are you up?"

"Why are you here?" Gibbs snorted not even looking up.

"Just finished up a case." Fornell sighed, grabbing a sawhorse and sitting down across the table from Gibbs. "Too wound up to sleep."

Gibbs nodded.

"What's your excuse?" Fornell smirked. "Still reeling from all the meetings today, Acting Director Gibbs?"

"Yeah." Gibbs shook his head. "Leon does it just to piss me off."

"Probably." Fornell chuckled. When Gibbs didn't look up, Fornell's eyes narrowed. "But that's not what has you up in the middle of the night carving-" He leaned over further and looked at the piece of wood. "What the hell is that?"

Gibbs blew away the chips of wood. "I have no fucking idea."

Laughing, Fornell watched as Gibbs tossed down the chisel and ran his hands down his face.

"This is serious. Should I get a drink?"

Reaching under the table, Gibbs pulled up the bottle of Bourbon. He emptied a jar on the table, filled it and pushed it towards Fornell.

"Oh, this is really serious. You're drinking the good stuff."

Gibbs grabbed his mug and refilled it. He'd had a few earlier, but stopped not wanting the morning headache that would no doubt go with drinking too much.

"Well, the whole Sam thing is over so this isn't about her." Fornell knew that wouldn't last long. Doctor Samantha Ryan was too secretive and into the mind games for Gibbs.

"Tony." Gibbs sighed.

Fornell rolled his eyes. "What did your boy do now? Bonk some secretary in the broom closet?"

Gibbs shook his head. "He's been acting weird all week, but now-"

"Now what?"

"He's saying things, getting in my personal space, touching me." Gibbs rubbed his forehead. "He brought me lunch today because he's worried about my eating habits."

"So is he sucking up or trying to annoy you?"

"Neither." Gibbs released a long slow breath. "He's trying to get a reaction out of me."

"Okay, what kind of reaction?"

"I'm not sure but I think he's-" Gibbs couldn't even bring himself to say it.

Fornell scrutinized his friend for a moment, then his eyebrows went up. "You think he's flirting with you?"

"I don't know." Standing up, Gibbs paced beside the table. "He's next to me going over files, touching my back, my neck...checking to see if my pulse is racing."

Fornell chuckled. "You taught him that one."

Gibbs continued to pace. "If it is flirting, why now, why all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it took him this long to find the courage." Fornell balked. "You're not exactly Mister Approachable."

Dropping back down in the chair, Gibbs shook his head. "Maybe it's a bet, some pool someone started."

"Do you really think he would flirt with you, risk your friendship, to win some pool?"

"I don't know, I don't know what he's thinking."

"Your famous Spidey senses on the fritz?" Fornell snickered.

"This is different." Picking up his mug, Gibbs downed the rest of his drink.

"Right, it could have to do with the dreaded R word." Fornell smirked. "And you do suck at relationships."

Gibbs glared at Fornell. "When have you known Tony to want a relationship? Especially with a man. He can't even admit he dates men."

"Ah, so you think he just wants a roll in the hay." Fornell grinned. "And you're not up for that?"

Another glare.

Fornell put up his hands. "Alright, I get it." He knew all about Gibbs taste for men and Gibbs true feelings for his boy.

Gibbs put his head in his hands and massaged his forehead.

"Why don't you just ask him?"

Pulling his head up, he stared at Fornell. "Ask him what? Are you coming on to me? Do you wanna fuck me? Do you want a relationship with me? Are you in love with me?"

Fornell shrugged.

"Tobias I'm not even sure if this is flirting. It could just be some weird- whatever."

Laughing, Fornell shook his head. "He really does have your Spidey senses all fucked up if you can't even tell if he's flirting with you."

"It's Tony!" Gibbs didn't have any other way to explain it. It was Tony. His Senior Field Agent, his friend, his right hand man.

"And if it wasn't him, if it was just some man you'd met would you think was flirting?"

Gibbs sighed. "Yeah."

"Then I'd say he's probably flirting." Fornell finished his drink then poured them both another. "Question now is, what are you going to do about it?"

Gibbs didn't have an answer to that question.

Putting his elbows on the table, Fornell gave Gibbs a questioning look. "You would really turn him down if all he wanted was a one-time fuck?"

Taking a sip of his drink, Gibbs nodded.

Fornell shook his head. "Please tell me it's because of your feelings for him and not that damn rule of yours about not dating coworkers."

"It's a little of both." Gibbs stared at the amber liquid in his cup. "Could you work with someone you fucked, when you wanted more and they didn't?"

Fornell chuckled. "I don't know, if they was good looking enough...I think I'd learn to live with it, just for the fun."

Gibbs eyebrow raised. "Are you saying Tony's good looking enough that I should just fuck him and be thankful for the experience?"

"I'm just saying-" Fornell shrugged. "How often does a hot piece of ass come along like that and wanna let you take a ride?"

"Something you wanna tell me Tobias?"

Seeing the jealousy starting to simmer in Gibbs' eyes, Fornell rolled his eyes. "Jethro, men not my thing, plus do I look that stupid? I can appreciate that the man is good looking, but I know better than to tread on your territory. Been there done that."

"You're a horny old man Tobias." Gibbs chuckled.

"Hello! Don't make this about me." Fornell balked. "We're talking about your Italian Stallion wanting to ride the Great White."

With a roll of his eyes, Gibbs tried to move the conversation along. "We'll see what happens tomorrow at lunch."

"You're having lunch together?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"The Director's office."

Fornell looked at Gibbs a moment and then broke out laughing. "Lotta hard surfaces to use in that office."

"Jesus Tobias, get your mind out of the gutter for two seconds!"

"Okay." Fornell reined in his laughter and cleared his throat. "But just because you think it's a harmless boss/employee lunch doesn't mean DiNozzo is seeing it that way."

"If Tony is flirting, he won't push it too far at work."

"Even when you're in the Director's office, a room that can be completely locked down from the inside?" Fornell wiggled his eyebrows.

"No." Gibbs paused, seeing Fornell's eyebrows still raised. "I hope not."

"Afraid you won't be able to control yourself if he pushes you?"

"I'll be just fine."

Fornell snickered. "I know you'll be fine, but will you be able to not take him over the table, the desk, or on the couch?"

"What part of 'I don't just wanna fuck him don't you get?'"

Again, Fornell leaned forward. "The part where the head between your legs takes over and your mind forgets everything except wanting him bent over, spread eagle with your cock up his ass."

"TOBIAS!" Gibbs yelled.

"Hey, contrary to popular belief you are just a human man and sexual desire can be an overpowering thing." Fornell smirked. "You've been married four times, divorced three. You obviously didn't think with the head on your shoulder's ever time or you'd still be married to ex-wife number one!"