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Genre: Pre-Slash Moving Into Slash
Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 1,000
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Summary: On the tenth day of Christmas, ten was the year of the tiger and Tony was ready to meet the challenge.
It wasn't until five o'clock on Sunday evening that Tony worked up the courage to head toward Gibbs' house. He'd left everything behind at the hotel as a fall back for when things went to hell. And most likely it would.
Tony sat in front of Gibbs' house for around thirty minutes before he actually felt confident enough in what he wanted to say to risk going in. He didn't knock, just walked through the door. But the house seemed empty.
Quickly glancing around, he realized that Gibbs and his father were likely in the basement. Making his way down the darkened steps, Tony realized they were there either. Instead of turning around though, he continued down, flicking the lights on.
He was still curious about the project that Gibbs and his father had been working on, but he soon learned his curiosity would not be resolved. The worktables were bare and not even a trace of sawdust left behind. Then Tony caught glimpse of a piece of paper on the surface.
Scanning the scrawl he recognized as Gibbs', Tony bit back a laugh. 'Curiosity killed the cat and earned certain agents a slap to the head.,' the note read. But Tony had to wonder if Gibbs wrote it before or after the kiss.
"Guess I'll either have to wait him out or try again tomorrow," Tony muttered as he headed back for the steps.
"Or both," the graveled voice startled Tony and he tumbled backwards off of the first step he was standing on. Catching himself, he looked up to see Jack standing at the top of the stairs.
"Leroy's not home if you're looking for him. Had an important errand to run out of town. Said he wouldn't be back till late."
"Oh," Tony said, unsure if he was relieved or dejected. "Guess I'll just head out then. Didn't mean to barge in on you."
"There was no barging, son. In fact, I was just about to make some dinner for myself. How does reheated turkey sound?"
"If you're sure. I just wanted to talk some things over with Gibbs. Things about… well… you know," Tony finished with a hand wave as he made it to the kitchen with Jack.
"You mean that hell of a New Year's kiss you too planted on each other. Gotta say I didn't even see those back in the war days when the men came home to their wives. That was something else."
Tony blushed, unable to come up with a response. Except for Jeanne's parents, he'd never been around the parents of a lover or potential lover or whatever the hell Gibbs was. He was out of his depth.
"So you're not upset about that?" he asked as he grabbed a few plates while Jack retrieved the turkey from the fridge.
"Why would I be? My son's a grown man and can make his own choices in who to bed. And I gotta say that you are a sight better than those redheaded ex-wives of his. We may not have spoken to each other, but I did keep tabs on him."
"Is he bi? I mean, he kissed me, but that doesn't mean he wants more. I never even thought we'd do that."
"The way you to were going at it, he'd have to be something. Leroy's a quiet man, always has been. But as his father, there're just some things I picked up on. His mother did too. We never had proof, but we always suspected. I was a bit relieved when he settled down with Shannon. I would have supported him, but it would have been a hard life to lead back then."
"Still is," Tony said quietly. "I tried in Philly and it blew up in my face. Took a lot of work to bury it so deep that even Mossad didn't dig it up if the look on Ziva's face was anything to go by. Of course, I was on my own in Philly."
"Judging by Abby and everyone else, I think you'll fare a bit better here," Jack said as he sat the heated turkey down. They both fell silent as they made some sandwiches and started to eat.
"So you'd really be okay with it?" Tony asked several minutes later.
"The first time you walked into my store and was standing there like you'd just won the lottery, I thought you two were already sleeping together. Consider me shocked when I asked Leroy before he left and he said you weren't."
Tony choked on the bite he'd just placed in his mouth. "You asked Gibbs if we were sleeping together last year?!" he blurted out.
"Yeah. And then told him he was a fool for letting you get away from him. Think your Abby and Ducky have been telling him and most likely you the same thing."
"Abby knows I've had a terminal crush on him since I started working at NCIS. She's been my lifeline when it gets to be too much. But Ducky?"
"Ducky was asking some questions," Jack said. "If he hasn't been talking to you, then he's probably hounded Leroy. So what was your plan tonight?"
"Talking. And then… well, it was going to depend on what happened during the talking. I guess it will have to wait. And I should get going."
"Where to?" Jack questioned as he started to clean up the empty plates.
"Back to the hotel room I got. I don't think I need to be here when he comes back. It can wait till tomorrow."
"I'm not sure which of you is more stubborn," Jack said as he bid Tony goodnight.
Meanwhile, Gibbs was driving down the road. He wanted this present to be perfect because there was too much at stake in the situation with Tony. And perfect meant going three hours out of town to visit the shop owned by a Marine buddy. Tony deserved the best and Gibbs was determined to get it.