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Title: The Meeting
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Series: 1) The Stakeout
Summary: Gibbs steps up the pace in a rather surprising spot.

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The meeting was in one of the larger conference rooms and Tony had to park himself against the wall because all the seats were taken by the time he finally got there. Kate and Abby smirked at him from their spot sitting down at the table, and he returned a cheerful wave. Two days after his bizarre and, frankly, dreamlike encounter with Gibbs at the stakeout hotel room, Tony still had no idea what should, or would, happen next. Gibbs had been acting as if nothing had happened at all, which confused the hell out of Tony since he knew the other man wasn't one to sleep around.

The man in question slid up beside him and observed, "Should've gotten here sooner."

"Uh, yeah," Tony agreed hesitantly. "Crowded."

"Quarterly cutback meetings generally have a good turnout," Gibbs replied, wry.

Tony snorted. "True enough. What do you think it is this time? Less mileage reimbursement?"

"Don't know, don't care. Won't affect us."

Tony snorted again, this time at Gibbs' presumption, and pointed out, "Agency cutbacks affect everyone equally, Boss."

"Have you ever noticed us with any lack of equipment or denied overtime?" Gibbs countered mildly.

Opening his mouth to say yes, Tony had to stop and really think about it. They never had, was his conclusion after a good minute of thought. He shook his head and muttered, "Only you, Gibbs."

Gibbs leaned in close and murmured, "You got that right, Tony."

It wasn't just the soft, hot words in his ear that caused Tony to freeze. It was also the hand on his ass that slowly palmed a cheek and squeezed. He gulped in shock and his eyes snapped up to Gibbs' face to find an amused look in place. Completely benign and at odds with the hand that now slid between his cheek to trace over the seam of his dress slacks. It was so crowded in the room that there was no chance that anyone would see what was going on, especially with their backs to the walls, but still.

It was public. And it was Gibbs. And it was groping. It was a publicly groping Gibbs and that just blew Tony's mind.

Morrow showed up at last, and Gibbs' hand retreated, at which Tony breathed a sigh of relief, even as a shiver ran through him. The Director started with a general opening statement, talking about how good of a job the entire agency had been doing and he was sorry that not everyone could come to the meeting and a bunch of other things that Tony didn't hear a thing about once Gibbs' hand settled at the small of his back. Gibbs' thumb brushed slowly back and forth in the most distracting way, forcing Tony to concentrate on that lone sensation.

A look to Gibbs showed the other man apparently intent on the speech being given in the front of the crowded room. Tony finally managed to block out the caress and return his attention to Morrow, listening as recognition was given to a number of teams, including Gibbs,' and then moved on to cutbacks on an agency level.

It was about then, that Gibbs' fingers began scratching over Tony's lower back, digging in slowly and dragging across the back of his shirt, leaving warm streaks in their wake. He shivered, stifling a gasp as it struck a nerve. He tried to find somewhere else to move, but they were packed in pretty tight and if he did, it would create a fuss. And it wasn't like Gibbs was really doing anything wrong, he was just...scratching Tony's back.

Tony thought, eyes drifting shut briefly in pleasure.

Forcing himself to shake off the lassitude that was creeping over him, Tony shifted slightly so that he was closer to the guy on his right, than to Gibbs. This earned him a frown and he offered an apologetic grin and a whispered, "Sorry. Getting a little claustrophobic."

The man shook his head and turned back to watching Morrow.

Unfortunately, Gibbs decided to move closer still, and his front pressed up against Tony's back. Fingers looped through one of Tony's belt loops and pulled up, giving him a minor wedgie that actually only accentuated how snug his briefs were and how little give his outfit had that day. Tony felt the warm breath on the side of his throat and shivered again, completely unable to concentrate on what was being said by the Director.

Tony's pants were released only for that evil hand to grip him solidly below the ass, coming perilously close to his balls and pressing just...fuckin...right. So right, that he had to swallow a moan and enjoyed a full body shudder while trying not to show anything at all. When he could think again, he discovered that the man to his right had shifted silently away and was giving him a weird look. Tony flashed another apologetic smile and whispered, "Sorry. Also mildly epileptic."

He was pretty sure that the guy didn't believe him, but Gibbs decided to squeeze again and Tony sucked in a breath so fast, that he choked on his tongue and started coughing. This earned him a few curious looks from various agents and another smirk from Kate, but at least Gibbs was thumping him on the back instead of squeezing him like the Charmin.

Thankfully, the meeting broke up before Gibbs could get another chance to do anything and Tony high-tailed it out of the conference room for safety.

*  *  *  *

Ducky looked up in surprise when the door opened and Tony walked in. The young man was flushed and shaken, jittery, as he sat on the edge of Ducky's desk and demanded, "Is Gibbs schizo or something?"

Startled by the question, Ducky shook his head. "Why no, Anthony, not that I'm aware of. As a matter of fact, considering everything that Jethro has been through in his life, I find him to be rather well adjusted. Why do you ask?"

Tony groaned and asked, "No reason."

"I rather doubt that."

"No reason I can share."

"Ah," Ducky replied, smiling. Leaning back a bit in his chair to ease the slight crick in his neck from looking up at Tony, he continued, "You know, there is a particular, Southern phrase that comes to mind when dealing with Jethro."

"What's that?" Tony asked curiously.

Ducky winked, replying, "Difficult by nature. He does enjoy stirring things up, just to see what will happen and absolutely delights in being unpredictable. Especially around people in authority. You know, it rather astounds me that he's made it as long and as well in the military that he has, with that propensity and his tendency to..."

"That's okay, Ducky. Ah, I just came in for a breather. Thanks," Tony interrupted, before hurrying out again.

Eyebrows raised, Ducky finished, "Tendency to walk on the wild side. Ah well. The follies of youth," and returned to his murder-mystery, chuckling at the inadequate framework the author was trying to construct.

*  *  *  *

The lab was a lot more soothing than the morgue, no big surprise there, and Abby was a lot more sympathetic. Though of course, she knew more than Ducky did. Not that he'd actually told her everything, but it had been enough for her to figure it out. When he came in all hot and bothered, literally, she'd given him a huge grin and dragged out a stool for him to sit on.

"So what're you going to do?" she asked eagerly.

Groaning, Tony replied, "Not a clue. You have any ideas?"

"Bend over?"

"Very funny."

Abby snickered and countered, "Who's joking? The man is hell in, er, on wheels."

Tony's eyes widened and he jumped off the stool, exclaiming, "You and Gibbs!? Abby, say it ain't so!"

"Um, I could, but I'd be lying," she answered, cheeks turning pink.

He hovered between horrified and insanely curious for about ten seconds. "So, what was he like?"

Batting her eyelashes at him, Abby answered, "You should know I don't kiss and tell, Tony!"

Tony gripped her shoulders and informed her, "It's a matter of life and death, Abs. You have to spill!"

"Spill what?"

Freezing in place at Gibbs' question, Tony searched for an appropriate response.

Abby saved him with, "The secret of how to make your perfect cup of coffee. I think Tony's finally getting down with the Brown Nose Rule of Thumb."

Almost all of which were words that Tony really didn't want to hear in the same sentence.

"Is that so, DiNozzo?" Gibbs questioned, a faint smirk in place.

Tony swallowed nervously and said, "Ah, yeah. I guess. I gotta, you know, go take care of, something. See ya, Abs."

He high-tailed it passed Gibbs and was extremely relieved when the other man didn't do anything except stand aside. Of course, that made him wonder if maybe Gibbs had something else in mind for him since the ex-Marine always had a plan.

Tony was pretty sure it was Rule #1.

*  *  *  *

The rest of the day was spent in an attempt to keep at least one other person in sight while Gibbs occupied the same space as Tony. He stayed at his desk for as long as possible, enduring jibes from Kate about his ass getting glued to the seat, because it was the only way he'd voluntarily work on his reports. He ignored the curious looks that McGee sent his way when he passed up the opportunity to go on a coffee run. He did his damnedest to not look directly at Gibbs, positive that he would combust if he did.

Despite having all that time to think, Tony hadn't come up with any answers about what to do the next time Gibbs made a pass at him. And he wasn't stupid enough to think there wouldn't be another one. The other man was nothing, if not sure of himself and his damned sexiness, not to mention being able to out-bulldog a bulldog in the tenacity department. He always got what he wanted and, for some as yet unknown reason, he seemed to want Tony.

By the time rolled around, Tony had to piss like a racehorse and didn't dare do it at NCIS. Being even semi-unclothed with the chance of Gibbs walking in was just a really bad idea. So he grabbed his backpack and rushed for the elevator, keeping up with Kate and a couple of other agents he knew only peripherally. Gibbs had been up with Morrow for the last hour, but that didn't mean Tony was safe.

he thought sourly.

"What is your problem, DiNozzo?" Kate demanded when he accidentally stepped on her heel, crowded her into the elevator.

Slinking off to the side, Tony answered, "Nothing. Just, you know, in a hurry."

"So take the stairs."

"And miss alone time with you? Never!"

She snorted.

"Ah, you doing anything for dinner, Kate?" Tony asked, watching the numbers light up as they descended to the parking lot.

Arching an eyebrow at him, Kate questioned, "Why, you asking me out?"

"Yep."

That completely threw her. "Excuse me?"

"Caitlin Todd, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me this evening?"

"Forget it."

Tony flashed her a grin and replied, "What's the matter, Kate? You scared?"

"Of you offering to pay for food? Absolutely." The elevator door pinged open and she stepped outside, stopping short fast enough that he almost tripped on her. Peering up at him, she demanded, "All right, Tony, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Tony..."

Affecting a hurt look, he said, "It's fine, Kate. Just because I wanted to spend some quality time with one of the most important women in my life doesn't mean that you should feel obligated to do so."

"Good, because I don't. Good night, Tony."

Tony flinched, then took a breath. He could do this. It wasn't the first time someone had pursued him, after all. Sure, none of them were ex-marines who could kill him with the snap of a finger, and few had been his boss, but he could hang tough with the best of them.

he thought, a smirk rising as he faced Gibbs. He wasn't exactly chopped liver. Flashing the other man a brilliant smile, he replied, "Gotta love a trust fund, Gibbs."

"What trust fund?" Gibbs retorted.

Turning off the alarm, Tony leaned against it and answered, "I'm hurt, Gibbs. You don't think I can save money for something like this?"

"No."

"Oh ye of little faith."

"It's called experience, DiNozzo."

"It's called cynicism, Gibbs."

Gibbs snorted, but his eyes were light, almost playful, as he walked right up to Tony and stood very much in his personal space. "So you've decided to take me up on my offer?"

Swallowing against a drying throat, Tony managed to sound at least a little smooth as he countered, "What offer? I didn't get anything in writing."

"And you won't, either," Gibbs answered, one of his knees brushing against Tony's. "Doesn't mean an offer wasn't made."

"See, I'm still wondering about that," Tony admitted honestly.

Gibbs stepped back. "What's to wonder about?"

"Well, let's see. How about for starters...have you lost your mind? Goosing me in the middle of a meeting at work?"

"Where would you like me to goose you?"

"That's not the...Gibbs!"

A warm, wicked chuckle echoed through the air just before Gibbs said, "You think too much, DiNozzo."

"First time I've had that complaint," Tony muttered.

Still grinning, Gibbs pointed out, "There's a first time for everything. And speaking of. I think we need to have dinner."

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Yes. My place. Half an hour."

"Be there or be square?"

Gibbs stepped forward again, right between Tony's legs, and stared at him intently. "Be there in half an hour, or don't come at all."

Tony managed not to collapse limply against his car until Gibbs was out of sight.

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