A/N: Hello, it's me... Look at that, much faster than I thought. Good thing inspiration hit last night :-) Thanks for your reviews :) Hope you like this one because it's a bit different - like the chapter says... only snapshots :)

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"And then… what do I say?" Tony groaned as he paced around the hotel room.

"When I think of your mother," Gibbs delivered, reading from the script. "I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there…"

"In the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up," Tony continued, now remembering his lines.

Gibbs watched him go on from where he was sitting on the bed, his back against the headrest, his feet crossed. He plopped in another M&M and grinned when Tony groaned again.

"Why can't I remember this? It's not that hard."

"Maybe it's time for one of those cheat sheets of yours," Gibbs laughed.

"I never use them," Tony winked. "Only when strictly necessary. But I can't do that in the end scene, can I? It's too important."

"Then study," Gibbs laughed and then threw a candy at Tony who caught it with his hand out of reflex.

"I'm trying to," Tony grinned as he dropped down next to him. "But someone's distracting me."

"I can always go out."

"Don't you dare," Tony said and then leaned closer and gave him a chaste kiss.

Gibbs kissed him for a moment before he drew back, just looking at the guy a little more closely. He looked happy, his smile was genuine and the joy he seemed to radiate was profound.

"Are you happy, Tony?" Gibbs asked as he grabbed the younger man's hand and let his thumb rub over the back of it.

"Yeah, I really am," Tony answered pensively. "I'm finally doing what I really want to do. This movie is so great I can't even find the words. I've finally gotten rid of Andy and the never-ending hiding from everybody. And I found you. Really, I couldn't be any happier."

"Good," Gibbs just replied before he leaned in again and stole another kiss.

#

"Hey, you want to go on set with me?" Tony asked an hour later. "I mean the make-up will take a long time but I can show you around afterwards if you wanted."

"I'd love to," Gibbs nodded, knowing that it would make Tony's day.

He wasn't entirely convinced he really wanted to meet all these film biz people but Tony seemed to like them, so he'd give it a try.

"That reminds me," he continued. "Do you think you could get Abby an autograph from Dustin Hoffman? She's been asking me via texts all morning."

"Sure," Tony shrugged. "No big deal."

"Not to you," Gibbs shook his head. "You can give it to her yourself. She'll be over the moon."

"Is she always that excitable?"

"Oh yeah," Gibbs let out a laugh. "It's good to see though that an adult can still be so passionate about stuff."

"Refreshing," Tony nodded thoughtfully before he teased again. "So you don't want an autograph from Dustin Hoffman?"

Gibbs shook his head as he slapped Tony upside the head. "I don't think I've ever seen a movie with him."

"You're kidding," Tony cried out. "You've got to at least have seen Rain Man! Or wait, I'm betting all my money on The Graduate."

"Mrs. Robinson?" Gibbs checked back, vaguely remembering watching it with Shannon.

"And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know… woo woo woo," Tony started to sing but stopped when Gibbs raised his hand to slap him again. "Alright," he then continued. "I'll stop, I'll stop."

They remained silent for a moment before Tony spoke up again. "Listen, if you're not comfortable, you don't have to accompany me, really."

"What?" Gibbs checked back, a bit surprised at Tony's reasoning. "No, I want to see where you work. I want to see you work."

"Nice," Tony beamed and Gibbs wondered if his ex-boyfriends weren't all that supportive before.

Discarding that particular train of thought, Gibbs got up as he asked, "Who else is in this movie? Don't want to embarrass you."

"You won't. Nobody cares. But there's also Kate Winslet and Julie Christie." At Gibbs' confused look, he added hastily, "and no one rings a bell. Jeez, you really need to watch more movies, Jethro."

"You sound like Kate," Gibbs grumbled good-naturedly.

"Well, she's right. Speaking of Kate, she said anything?"

"About us? No," Gibbs shook his head. "Not that she talked much to me at all. Though she did say you were a good actor right before I left yesterday. It was like she was handing me an olive branch."

"You take it?"

"Yeah," Gibbs sighed.

"You find out what her problem was?"

"I tried to ask Abby but she shut down any comment on the matter. Guess Kate will have to talk to me about it. Or we might never find out."

"Will it affect work?" Tony asked and he sounded genuinely worried all of a sudden. "I didn't want to intrude."

"You didn't. And it won't be a problem. She knows I have her back and the other way around. No issue."

"Good," Tony nodded as he got up and reached for his jacket. "Come on, let's go."

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A couple of hours later did Gibbs hide his yawn behind his left hand. The tour of the set had been interesting and Tony had introduced him to a couple of nice people, but now that they were actually shooting Gibbs couldn't help but wonder about the repetitiveness of it all. He didn't know how many times they had already done that one scene he was currently watching. It must have been at least a dozen of times and the director still wasn't satisfied with it even though all the tries looked exactly the same to Gibbs.

"That boring?" a woman raised him from his thoughts as she sat down next to him.

"A bit," Gibbs admitted.

"Yeah, Marc can get a bit obsessed with his scenes sometimes."

"Marc?"

"Forster, the director," the woman smiled at him before she reached out her hand. "I'm Kate."

Gibbs turned to look at her more closely and then realized that he actually knew her, too. One of the ex-wives, and he really couldn't remember which one it had been, had dragged him to see the movie. He was pretty sure that everybody on earth must have seen it. Titanic. So this had to be that Kate Winslet that Tony had been talking about before. Though the name hadn't ringed a bell, her face certainly did. Plus, she was a redhead after all.

"Jethro," he answered, shaking her hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"You're here with Tony, right?"

Gibbs just nodded, not knowing how to go on, but the actress did him the favor as she kept going.

"Close friend?"

Gibbs gulped and then internally shrugged. It wasn't like it was a secret after all.

"Boyfriend."

"Ah," she just made. "Then it's because of you that Tony's always in such a good mood?"

"No, he always is," Gibbs gave back. "Nothing to do with me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she said. "I take it that you're not in the business?"

"Nope," Gibbs let out a laugh. "I'm a fed."

"Interesting," the actress said and just wanted to continue when Tony approached them, apparently finally having managed to satisfy the director.

"Talking about me?"

"Believe it or not," Gibbs replied, "no."

"Oh, I'm hurt," Tony laughed, bringing his hands to his heart in mock hurt.

"Not your fault your boyfriend's more interesting than you are," Kate said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

"Well," Tony said, looking straight at Gibbs with a broad smile. "Don't be so sure of yourself, Ms. Winslet. My boyfriend here doesn't have a clue about movies at all. I'm sure, he didn't recognize you. Don't flatter yourself."

"She was in Titanic," Gibbs cut in, grinning broadly at the disbelieving look on the younger man's face.

"You never cease to surprise me."

"Good, keeps you on your toes," Kate said and then excused herself with another handshake.

"She's nice."

"She is," Tony admitted. "You really knew her."

"Not by name," Gibbs grinned. "But she's a redhead. Hard to forget."

Tony let out another laugh and then pinched his shoulder as he went on. "I'm done here for today. You want to go grab a bite somewhere?"

"Yeah."

#

"So, on a scale from 1 to 10," Tony said in between two bites of steaks an hour later. "How bored were you today?"

"I wasn't bored," Gibbs contradicted him. "It was interesting to see how you work, though that one scene just didn't want to end."

"Yeah, I know," Tony sighed excessively. "I didn't think we'd ever finish."

"That happen often?"

"Sometimes," he nodded. "You just can't get it right. Or one of the actors messes up or you look directly into the camera and stuff like that… and you really weren't bored?"

"No," Gibbs gave him a smile. "I enjoyed myself."

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't want you to regret coming up here."

"Trust me, I won't," Gibbs just replied, raising an eyebrow and thinking about the night before.

"Right," Tony just gave back, grinning broadly. "Hey, you want to go for a walk later? I know, it's freezing but I could use a bit of fresh air."

"Absolutely."

#

"Shit," Tony cursed as he closed the door to their room two hours later. "Damn cold."

"You're in Canada, what did you expect?" Gibbs asked, rubbing his hands together.

"So you're saying you're not cold?"

"Not really," Gibbs said as he shrugged out of his coat.

They had been walking outside for about an hour, talking about nothing in particular, occasionally holding hands and stealing kisses. It had been great but Tony had started to shiver halfway into their walk, so they had decided to cut it short.

"How about taking a bath to warm you up?"

"Together?" Tony said, raising an eyebrow. "I might get warmer faster that way."

"You surely will."

#

Gibbs rested his chin on Tony's head. The younger man was lying with his back towards him, in between his legs, as they let the warm water soak them. Gibbs felt cozy and safe there with him and even though he was slowly getting hard by just feeling Tony against him, he didn't feel the need to kick-start anything because Tony, while not exactly sleeping, was laying there with his eyes closes, almost purring. It felt too comfortable to let their little bubble burst. He didn't even want to talk – he just wanted to be.

And Tony just let him.

#

When Gibbs woke up the next morning, he willed himself to stay still for a few more moments, trying hard not to think about the fact that he would be leaving in the afternoon. He was just about to turn around to snuggle closer into Tony that he realized that the younger man wasn't in bed anymore. Wondering what was up because Tony never got up before him he reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the younger man sitting on a chair reading a paper, his eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked as he sat up. "Something happen?"

"How attached to your privacy are you, exactly?" Tony asked light-heartedly but Gibbs could see that he wasn't unconcerned.

"What are you talking about?"

"We messed up," Tony said and then threw the paper at Gibbs who caught it without difficulty.

Gibbs glanced at it then groaned. The headline read:

Tony DiNozzo Taken!
Romantic walk in Vancouver with federal agent.
See the exclusive pics here!

He skimmed the article underneath two pictures of them from the day before and realized that they even knew him by name.

"How do they know who I am?" Gibbs asked, looking up at Tony who was now staring right back at him apologetically.

"Turn the page," he just said, so Gibbs did and was then faced with a picture of himself getting the paper in front of his own house back in Alexandria.

"They connected the points fast," he huffed, not bothering to read the rest of the article.

"They sure did," Tony said. "Are you mad?"

"No," Gibbs shrugged as he got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Not your fault. And it would've come out eventually."

"How are you so cool with this all of a sudden?"

"If being with you means having my face in the paper for a day, I don't give a damn. It's not like this changes anything."

"It doesn't."

"Nope," Gibbs grinned. "I still like you."

"Good. And for the record: I like you, too."