AN: BDAY PRESENT FOR MILLISA! (Also, "the end" in this story is quite loosely used)

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Tony's feet were kicked up on his desk, head back as he laid as far back as he could, trying to stretch his sore muscles.

"Rough night, Tony?" McGee smirked from his desk.

"New bed, McNosy," Tony replied. "Just need some time to get used to it, I guess. Or maybe I should get one of those feather topper things."

"Memory foam is better," Tim suggested.

"What was wrong with your old bed?" Ziva asked.

"Broke it," Tony smirked.

"Lies," Ziva scoffed.

"Think what you want, Zee-vah, but that's what happened. Broke it in the midst of a very passionate night of love-making," he sighed, looking up to the skylight with a grin.

"I did not know you were seeing anyone, Tony," she said.

"That's because I didn't tell you," he replied.

"Which is frightening, because you never not tell us when you are seeing someone," she retorted.

"Maybe it's just a sign he's maturing," McGee chimed in knowingly, glancing to Tony before looking to Ziva.

"If he had not just admitted to breaking furniture during their activities together, I might have believed that."

"You wouldn't like me if I was mature," Tony narrowed his eyes.

"It's true," Tim raised a brow to Ziva. "Remember those days before the Christmas confetti bombs here in the bullpen? He was acting so mature, we were afraid something was horribly wrong."

"That was funny," Tony laughed. "You've gotta admit."

"It wasn't funny, Tony," Tim countered. "We thought you were dying or something and not telling us about it."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault you jumped to conclusions," he defended. "I was just trying to distract you so you wouldn't expect the surprise."

"Speaking of surprises," McGee changed the subject, "Millisa's birthday is today."

"Oh yeah?" Tony sat up and looked over at his partner. "You throwing a surprise party?"

"Not a party, really. She's a ridiculously huge fan of WWE and it's on tonight and she wants me to come over and watch with her. She thinks I'll like it and it'll count as my present to her if I go."

"So you want me to go so you're not suffering alone," Tony surmised.

"Sort of...?"

"Well I had plans to spend the evening breaking in the new bed," he told him.

"You are such a pig, Tony," Ziva scoffed.

"We were gonna have dinner first!" he defended.

"You can bring your date and have dinner with us at Millisa's," McGee offered. "She's making homemade macaroni and cheese and pot roast."

"Is that wrestling-watching food?" Tony inquired.

"Is there wrestling-watching food?"

"Depends what kind of wrestling," Gibbs said as he entered the bullpen unexpectedly.

"WWE, boss," Tony answered, straightening in his chair and facing his computer. "The fake kind, in other words."

"Choreographed," Gibbs countered. "Not exactly fake."

"You watch WWE, boss?" McGee asked curiously yet cautiously.

"Not really my thing," he stated as he sat at his desk.

"That's too bad," Tony said. "Millisa's watching it for her birthday tonight. McGee invited me and my date," he grinned.

Tim felt a little panicked as Gibbs' eyes seemed to lighten up at the mention of Millisa. "Uh, you...should come too, boss, since you know her. I mean...if you want."

"You can bring a date," Tony smirked. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if he might be pushing a bit too far. But Gibbs returned the smirk.

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It was getting close to the end of the work day and Tony was getting a but antsy. He'd been looking forward to the evening with Gibbs at home. Where they could do things. Things they couldn't really do at Millisa's. Not that they couldn't do that afterward, but the point remained.

Tony wasn't sore from the new bed. On the contrary, he was more sore from what they'd been doing in it the night before. So it wasn't a bad 'sore'. Just a reminder of what they were going to have to put off. But it was worth it because it was Millisa, and if not for her, they might not be doing things together in any bed.

Tim and Ziva had gone down to Abby's lab about five minutes ago to check in on a cold case sample they were having her take a second look at. Tony was deep in thought at his desk, wondering if there was something he could grab as a present for Millisa that wouldn't come from a gas station, but wouldn't require a trip to some department store and use up what little time they had before having to get to her house. If he'd known about her birthday sooner, he'd have been able to come up with something more meaningful, and sure he could show up and tell her he'd bring something by later that week, but he didn't want to show up empty-handed.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs' voice sounded from his desk, and Tony was pulled from his thoughts. Gibbs stood and crooked a finger as he began to head toward the elevator.

Tony quickly stood to join him. "Where we goin', boss?" he asked, thinking maybe his lover had been thinking the same thing and they'd go find her something together. But Gibbs didn't answer. They both boarded the elevator and Gibbs pressed the button to take them down a floor, but stopped it once it started moving. "Gibbs?" was all Tony got out before Gibbs had him pressed up against the metallic wall, lips crushing over his.

Now, it wasn't that Tony was complaining. No. Not at all. But Gibbs initiating inappropriate office behavior? This was unheard of. Especially this kind of behavior. Especially in the elevator. Tony was shocked.

Not that the shock did anything to stop his dick from swelling when Gibbs' hand shoved its way inside the front of his pants, mind you.

"Jesus, Gibbs!" he whisper-shouted. "What are you doing?"

"I'd have thought that was pretty obvious," Gibbs replied before moving to nuzzle the younger man's neck.

"Yeah well...ooh! Ah..uhhh... I guess what I'm asking is, why are you doing this here?"

"'Cause we won't be able to get to this till much much later, and I don't wanna spend the next several hours watching men wrestle on TV and not be able to jump you right there."

"Oh... So this is a strategic measure with the end goal of achieving the ability to get it out of our system for long enough to wait until we get home tonight. Okay... I'm totally game for that," he replied and reached down eagerly to open the older agent's pants...

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"Where are Tony and Gibbs?" Ziva asked as she and McGee returned to the bullpen to take their seats.

"Maybe they're upstairs with Vance," Tim guessed.

"Surely they would have called us if we'd gotten a case."

"Yeah they would have. So they must still be here," Tim raised his brows. That's when the elevator dinged and he looked over to see the two agents in question head out of it. Tony was acting casual. Too casual, and Tim knew what that meant. And as Gibbs headed toward the restroom instead of straight to the bullpen, he noticed that his shirt collar was scrunched to one side. A second look at Tony confirmed it for Tim. The SFA looked sated and happy, if not also a bit flushed as he sat weightlessly down in his seat.

"Where were you two?" Ziva asked.

"Oh just...getting something ready for Millisa's party is all," he grinned, then glanced over at McGee who had a knowing smirk on his face. Tony blushed and looked straight back over to his computer screen, pretending he didn't know that Tim knew.

"You guys don't have to get her anything," Tim said anyway, smile still in place. "She'll just be happy to have a couple more possible converts."

"You mean four more," Ziva corrected. "They will both have their dates with them."

"Oh right, yeah," Tim nodded, then cleared his throat as Gibbs came back from the restroom looking much more like himself...

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Millisa opened her door after there was a brief knock, revealing Gibbs who was handing over a bottle of bourbon with a red bow tied around the neck of it. "Jethro! I'm so glad you came," she smiled.

"Happy birthday, Millisa," he returned the smile and she gave him a quick hug as she peeked around either side of him, then pulled back and met his eyes.

"Where's your boy-toy?"

Gibbs shook his head, but his smile remained. "Don't call him that. And he had to stop home and change."

"Looks like you did too, so why isn't he here yet?" she asked as she led him inside.

"He lives farther away from you."

"Why doesn't he have any clothes at your place?"

"He does. Just nothing clean."

"Ah, I see," she winked. "Make yourself comfortable. Dinner's about ready, and wrestling starts in twenty." She sauntered out to the kitchen as Gibbs entered the living room.

"Hey, boss," Tim smiled lightly in greeting from where he sat at the end of the couch. "Tony went to get her a present, didn't he," he surmised.

Gibbs cocked his head as he took a seat on the other end of the couch. "He's a gift-giver. He'd feel bad if he didn't."

"Twenty bucks says it's a movie."

"I'm not taking that bet, McGee," he almost laughed.

McGee smiled bigger. "You want a beer?"

"Sure."

"Be right back," he pushed up off the couch and went out to the kitchen. Before he made it back, there was a knock at the door.

"I got it," Gibbs called out as he got up, knowing who it likely was. He was right. As he opened the door, Tony's face lit up in a huge, toothy smile to see him. "Hey, Tony," Gibbs couldn't help but to return the smile as he moved to let him in.

"Is it weird how excited and happy I get every time I see you?"

"If it is, I guess we're both weird."

"I mean, I just saw you for eight straight hours at work. And we've only been away from each other for like half an hour. Yet I see you now and it's like I've been gone a week."

Gibbs closed the door behind them and turned to pull Tony into an embrace, kissing the side of his face as he did. "Feel the same way," he told him. "Been a long time since I felt like this about someone."

Tony gently pulled away and looked into the older man's eyes, his own shining at his lover's words.

"Tony-princess!" Millisa cheerfully sing-songed as she came into the room, swooping in to hug him and effectively ending the moment. But maybe that was a good thing, for now.

"Hey," Tony laughed, hugging her back. "Happy birthday, red," he winked and handed her a wrapped box, then bent to her ear and whispered, "Don't open this until later. Initially it was supposed to be a gag gift, but the harder I thought about it, it might be the coolest thing ever, and you should open it privately."

"Didn't main-princess tell you not to get me anything?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to."

"You're a sweetheart, Tony DiNozzo," she grinned.

"Don't get any ideas," Gibbs put an arm around Tony's waist and pulled him close, smirking the whole time.

"Hey, Tony," Tim came out with three bottles of beer, handing one to each man. "Millisa, you want a beer?"

"Honey, those are for you guys. I'm drinkin' what Gibbs brought," she said with a smile and a raised brow before turning to head toward the kitchen. "Dinner is self-serve! Come and get it!"

Everyone sat on the large sofa with their big dinner plates full of macaroni and cheese and pot roast as Millisa tuned the TV in to WWE. "Hope you don't mind the type of pasta I used," she said as she got comfortable in her place beside Tim.

That's when Tony got a good look at it. The pasta. Now, Tony would deny up and down that he preferred the Spongebob shaped macaroni and cheese when making his mac n cheese purchases. But he knew "shaped pasta" when he saw it. And this pasta was shaped like...

"Uh Millisa? Are we eating little penises?" he asked, and Tim choked beside him, coughing as he looked down at his plate. Millisa snorted. Then Tony smiled at his partner, "Don't choke on the dicks, McDeepThroat." Millisa burst out laughing and Gibbs slapped Tony upside the head. "Sorry, boss..."

"Where did you even get this and why?" McGee asked, a bit outraged.

"I had an overabundance of it left over from a bachelorette party we threw a friend of mine a couple weeks ago. It's just pasta, princess. No penises were harmed in the making."

"Yeah yeah," he shook his head, slightly embarrassed by his own reaction.

Everyone began eating again, and Tony couldn't help adding, "Look on the bright side, Timmy. Now you're not the only one in here who hasn't eaten a dick."

"Tony!" Tim groaned as Millisa's laughter reignited.

"I'm kidding," he laughed as Gibbs smacked him again. Then he turned to Gibbs' ear and whispered, "I was right. It does turn me on as much as the ass-slaps, now."

Gibbs met his eyes, and Tony wasn't sure if he could read what he saw in them in that moment. But Gibbs' foremost thought was that this was going to be a very long night...

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AN: Clearly this is gonna be a little longer. But here's the first part of Millisa's bday chapter!