Category: NCIS humorous/hurt/comfort/slashy ficlet

Rating: PG/13 for mentions of icky things

Characters: Everyone

Series: No - standalone

Spoilers: None – not canon

Summary: Tony feels neglected. His solution gets Gibbs' attention.

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': Set in my Moving Day universe.

Title: Hole in one

Tony yelped. `Oww!!'

The man standing over him rolled his eyes. `That was just prep. Are you sure you wanna do this?'

Tony's chest heaved but he nodded decisively. `Yeah. Just do it.'

`You gotta keep still while I'm doing it or it could go really…you know.'

Tony paled a fraction, gripped the edges of the bed and closed his eyes.

The young man smiled, chuckling softly. `Relax, I've done this before, remember?'

Tony nodded through screwed-tight-shut eyelids.

`I'm gonna do it now. Deep breath. And try not to scream too loud. We got neighbors, okay?'

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Much later that day…

Gibbs came home after yet another *very* long day. Pulling into a space outside the house, he frowned when he saw the house in darkness. Tony had been sulking most of the week and he had ignored it. Work, as far as he was concerned, was worth doing well or not at all.

Tony had suddenly left in the middle of the morning and not returned. He had left two text messages reassuring Gibbs he was okay, but Gibbs knew Tony was feeling neglected. Mainly because Ducky had told him after Tony had griped to the ME. All day, part of his brain worked on ways to make it up to him.

Finally, dressed in just boxers, he walked into the bedroom and smiled at Tony's shy smile from where the younger man lay on the bed, on his side, head supported on his hand. Evidently he was forgiven.

`I did something today.'

Gibbs smiled. `You cleared the kitchen.'

Tony shook his head. `I…uh…didn't eat.'

Suddenly Gibbs was worried. Tony and food went together like…well, it was just a given that Tony would never willingly go hungry. He leaned down, feeling Tony's forehead. `Are you sick?'

Tony gulped. What had seemed so simple earlier was suddenly anything but. `I felt…uh…'

Tony looked up, trying his best `Don't be cross with me, I'm really cute, okay?' expression, remembering the morning he had endured. Sheepishly he pulled up his t-shirt.

Gibbs stared. `Is that…what I think it is?' He asked, torn between anger and amusement.

Tony nodded. `Uh huh…it…kinda smarts.'

Sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing his tiredness aside, Gibbs carefully lifted Tony so they were spooned together, Tony's head and back resting on Gibbs' chest. `You mind telling me *why* you got your belly button pierced?'

`The guy in the…uh…piercing place said I had to take it easy for the rest of the day. And that you should…uh…spoil me. I didn't know you weren't gonna make it home until now.' Tony pouted.

Gibbs smiled, sighed deeply, knowing there was probably less than an hour of `the rest of the day' left, wrapped his arms around Tony's upper body, fingertips feeling through the thin t-shirt, stroking the pale nipples gently. `You know, I've got a full toolkit in the basement. You wanted something pierced, I could have taken care of it for you.'

Tony shivered at the thought, squirming under Gibbs' ministrations. `Uh…no, it's okay…I…got all the piercings I want thanks.'

`You got all the piercings *I* want you to have too, you got that?' Gibbs warned softly, mouth close to Tony's ear.

`Yes boss.' Tony squeaked. Then he smiled. `Can we get a cat?'

End