Tony was on a roll. He and Gibbs hadn't been together last night, so Tony went to a midnight matinee and saw a double feature: 'It Came From Outer Space' and 'Attack Of The 50 Foot Woman.' He was in the middle of regaling McGee with the storylines when he felt a sharp smack to the back of his head. Turning quickly, Tony saw Gibbs sit down at his desk, fixing Tony with an unapologetic look.
"Agent Gibbs, it's very inappropriate for you to hit on me in the office," Tony joked. Gibbs rolled his eyes and Tony turned to McGee.
"Get it? 'Hit' on me." McGee laughed more at how terrible the joke was than anything. Gibbs didn't seem offended by the implication, so McGee didn't see the need to point it out. Tony didn't have a chance to continue with the story, because Gibbs' phone rang with a case and they were headed out.
The case was simple enough. A murder-suicide of a petty officer and her husband. Apparently he'd been cheating and she was none too happy about it. Luckily the wounds were clean there was no unnecessary gore. Tony hated scenes like that; they haunted him. Tony was packing up evidence in the family's garage when he felt a presence behind him. The headslap was entirely unexpected.
"Hey!" Tony protested, rubbing the back of his head.
"We're not at the office," Gibbs replied mildly. "You have any problem with me hitting on you here?" Tony almost laughed aloud at the playful tone he usually only heard at Gibbs' house.
"No problem," Tony said softly. "You are the boss, after all." Gibbs knew what Tony was doing and the next slap made the younger man yelp.
"That wasn't my head," Tony's tone was more breathy than he'd intended, and Gibbs filed away that information for later.
"I know," Gibbs replied; his voice right at Tony's ear as he pressed his SFA forward into the car he was leaning against.
"Anyone could walk in here," Tony whispered, trying to find something to protest about.
"I know," Gibbs repeated, laughter in his voice.
"You wanna out us to the entire team?" Tony asked, desperately trying to regain some ground.
"Wouldn't care," Gibbs replied shortly. "Would you?" Tony's breath hitched, and Gibbs couldn't tell if it was out of lust or fear. "Well?" He pressed in closer. "Would you like me to tell the team? To tell them you're my lover? That you're the best thing to happen to me in years? That I couldn't care less what anyone thinks of either of us, as long as you're by my side?" Tony sighed at the words, and Gibbs knew he'd hit the spot. The older man had been trying to think of a way to express how he felt about Tony for a while now. Easing up a little, Gibbs turned Tony in his arms, carefully cataloguing the expression on his lover's face.
"Jethro," It was a simple word, spoken on an exhale, but it was enough. Gibbs pulled Tony close and kissed him. Tony kissed back just as intently; smiling to himself at how this had happened. 'Thank God for CBS,' he thought.
The End.