Category: NCIS slash fic.

Rating: PG-17 for topic

Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo

Series: No

Spoilers: Anything from Season One

Summary: Dye-ing to know? You could have just asked

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': Nothing I can think of. The beginning of their relationship.

Title: Moving Day - Part one - Hair today…grey tomorrow

Tony couldn't help it. He was adding the few toiletries he brought over to the mirror-fronted cabinet in the bathroom. And there it was. Hair dye. An expensive brand. Tony frowned. Surely Gibbs didn't dye his hair *grey*? Tony was still holding the box, contemplating the possibilities when he almost dropped it, startled by Gibbs' sudden and silent appearance at his side.

`Run out of room Tony?' Gibbs asked softly, his mouth close to Tony's ear.

*Very* close, Tony estimated, if the warm moist waft of breath into his ear hole was anything to go by. He swallowed hard and replaced the box on the shelf, hoping his shaking hand wasn't *too* obvious. `Uh…not yet. I was just…uh…moving some stuff I didn't think you'd need…'

Apparently satisfied, Gibbs stood back. `You done? I put your case on the bed.' Had Tony emptied the entire male grooming section at the local grocery store Gibbs wondered. He had enough bottles, tubes and boxes to fill the shelves in the cabinet. And then some. In direct contrast to his case. A single suitcase which wasn't even bulging.

Tony nodded, turning in the small space between the edge of the cabinet and Gibbs. `Yeah…thanks…I'll unpack…'

`Now.' Gibbs said, turning and leaving the room.

`Yes boss.' Tony whispered.

`Nothin' wrong with my hearing Tony.' Gibbs called back from the staircase, smiling as he heard Tony's answering groan.

Tony looked into what he guessed was Gibbs' room. The bed was empty. He walked down the hallway and glanced into the other bedroom. His case. He frowned. So Gibbs wasn't sure. Some kind of trial period with them sleeping separately while he auditioned for the part of…

`Welcome home.'

For the second time Tony realized he had been deep in thought and not heard Gibbs coming up behind him. Crossly, he turned. `You want me in your house, just not in your bed, is that it?'

Gibbs stared uncomprehendingly. `What?'

`You put me in your spare room!' Tony snapped.

Gibbs nodded. `I…thought you'd be…more…comfortable making your own decision than if I…'

Tony let out a huge breath. `I thought you…'

Gibbs frowned. `Tony! Do I look shy to you?'

Tony's eyes dropped to the carpet. `Sorry.'

Gibbs handed Tony one of the beer bottles he held. `So…welcome home?'

Tony nodded, embarrassed at his incorrect assumption, took the bottle and banged it gently against the one Gibbs held. `Thanks. Sorry.'

Gibbs shook his head. `It's gonna take time Tony. Don't worry about it.' He smiled and was relieved when the nervous look left Tony's eyes.

Tony sat on the couch with at least a foot of space between him and Gibbs.

He cast the occasional glance at Gibbs when he was fairly sure Gibbs was concentrating on the football game on the screen in front of them. He was equally sure Gibbs was looking at him in the same way. Deciding it was pointless to worry about `getting it wrong' which Gibbs had said they both probably would `in the beginning', Tony squirmed across the couch and lay his head on Gibbs lap. He looked up, relieved Gibbs seemed more surprised than angry. `Why do you have hair dye?'

Gibbs chuckled. `You've been here twelve hours and you just got round to asking me that?'

Tony looked away shyly and shrugged. `Yeah.'

Gibbs sighed. `I've been grey since I was about twenty. Try getting a woman to sleep with you when you look older than her Grandfather.'

Tony chuckled. `Older men are in.'

`Yeah, now. Sean Connery and all that. But back then, uh uh.'

Tony locked eyes with Gibbs. `I've always preferred older men.'

`And younger women.' Gibbs observed with a grin.

Tony nodded, not at all hurt by the words. `Yeah, I like balance.'

Gibbs rested his hand gently on Tony's chest, watching his reaction. `What else do you like?'

`This.' Tony said softly, covering Gibbs' hand with his own. `I like this.'

Gibbs sat back, smiling, feeling the light pressure of Tony's hand resting on his own. `Me too Tony. Me too.'

Continued in Part Two…

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