Tony: Is Gibbs Tomas's father?
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"You got a question. Ask it." Gibbs appeared at the front of Tony's desk and didn't look as though he'd be moving anytime soon.
Tony looked up and handed him the tie. "Thought you might want this back boss."
Gibbs took it and tossed it back at his Agent. "Keep it. They're buy one get one half off at Sears…now ask."
"Not really my style boss…"
"Then what is DiNozzo?"
Tony pointed at him. "I sense a trick question here. So I'm just gonna offer the back of my head and save us some time."
Gibbs glared. "You have ten seconds."
"Did I miss something?"
"Nine."
"What makes you think I have a question?"
"Eight."
"Do you want to just slap me and get this over with?"
"Seven."
"My lucky number…okay, okay." He put his hand up to stop him. "I was just curious if maybe, I don't know..." He stopped for a moment. "You know what boss? It's not important." It was then his head was thrust forward. "See? Could've saved you three seconds."
"If you want to know, then ask. Or you'll be wearing that tie for a week."
Tony almost smiled. "And you wonder why I'm nervous." He met Gibbs stare and swallowed. "Look, I know it's none of my business, and I'll totally understand if you get pissed at me for asking…and…" He stopped himself again. "Actually the tie isn't that bad."
"Hell DiNozzo. He's not my son…but I'm beginning to think you are."
He stifled a laugh. "Then do I have permission to call you pa?"
"If you do, then that tie will match well..."
"With what boss?"
Gibbs retreated to his desk. "Your black eye…"