Category: Slash. And angst. Lots and lots of angst.

Rating: PG and a little R at the end

Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo mainly

Series: No

Spoilers: None intended but anything might get a mention

Summary: Feelings.

Archive: Just tell me where it's going

Additional `stuff': My first fic based around NCIS. Apparently, that could be a Medic Alert bracelet around Gibbs' wrist.

Title: Tough love Part Four

Tony woke slowly. Very slowly. There were no sirens, no voices shouting, no sounds of any kind. Except breathing. Soft, even, calm breathing. Well, not in my apartment. He opened his eyes and…

`Boss?'

Gibbs looked down at his sleepy younger agent. `Hey.'

`Were you watching me sleep?' Tony frowned.

Gibbs scowled, and his voice reflected his reaction. `I was picking up your clothes. I thought I'd put them through the wash before they got picked up on a spy satellite.'

Tony laughed and rolled over. `I don't remember getting undressed.'

Gibbs picked up the final item – a sock. `You were pretty sleepy.'

Tony nodded. `Yeah. Sorry. Guess I wasn't great company, huh?'

Gibbs shrugged, his arms full of Tony's wrinkled clothes. `I've had worse.'

Tony smiled. `Three ex-wives, I'm guessing you have.' His reply was Gibbs' retreating back.

//Nice move Anthony. Piss off your boss. When you're naked in his bed… well, his spare room, but close enough.// Tony's inner voice mocked him as he unpacked his overnight bag and found underwear, jeans, t- shirt and socks.

Tony appeared in the kitchen as Gibbs was loading the machine. `I open my mouth boss…and…you know.'

Gibbs straightened up and nodded. `You offend someone.'

Tony's head dipped. `You. Mostly.'

Gibbs smiled. `Mostly?'

`I don't…get out much.'

Gibbs chuckled. `If you wanted a social life, you should have stayed in Homicide.'

`You offered me the job!' Tony groused accusingly.

`I did. Are you saying I made a mistake?' Gibbs challenged.

`You? A mistake? Is that possible?'

Gibbs stayed amazingly calm. `Hungry?'

Wound up for a fight, Tony couldn't stop himself. `No…not that I could go anywhere if I wanted to. Smart move taking my clothes like that.'

Gibbs poured coffee for himself and Tony, holding one cup out. `You think I had to take your clothes to keep you here? I have handcuffs in my nightstand, a full toolkit in the basement and twenty years experience on you.' //And I bought up your overnight bag so you would have clothes.//

Still unsettled, Tony drained the coffee in a scalding mouthful. `OWW!!'

Gibbs reached for a glass, filled it from the tap and handed it to Tony. `Coffee's hot Agent Dinozzo.'

`And that's another thing!' Tony drained the glass, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. `You only ever call me `Agent Dinozzo' when you're pissed at me. What did I do this time?!'

Gibbs leaned back against the sink, his voice soft. `You burned your mouth Tony.'

Scowling, Tony looked away. `So?' Part of his brain knew his volume and tone were inappropriate. But part didn't seem to care. And that part was winning.

Gibbs sighed softly. `So…' He took the glass, took a couple of ice cubes from the icebox, added some more water and handed it back to. `Drink it. Slowly. It'll ease the burn.'

`I'm fine!' Tony hissed, making no move to take the glass.

Gibbs forced his own feelings down, put the glass down and closed the distance between them. `I'm not your father Tony.' The hurt in the younger agent's eyes brought a lump to his throat.

`I HATE YOU!!'

Gibbs' arms closed around Tony's rock-hard body, every muscle tense, tightening as the younger man practically fell against him, frame- wracking sobs jerking them both.

There was no measure of time for how long they stood locked together, Tony sobbing, Gibbs moving from anger at Tony's father to anger at his own failure to spot earlier how badly affected by the previous few weeks the younger agent had been. Finally Tony took a shuddering breath and stood up. `Boss?'

Gibbs took an equally deep breath, letting it out slowly. `You don't get coffee. You go back to bed.'

Tony smiled shakily. `Yes boss.'

Tony woke more quickly this time. Eyes open, aware of Gibbs sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, eyes full of concern.

Tony's voice was hoarse from sleep. `Were you watching me sleep?'

Gibbs nodded. `Yeah.'

Continued in Part Five…

Tough Love Part Five...click here

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