Kayla Shay (kaylashay) wrote,
Kayla Shay

Fic: Eleven O'Clock Showdown (NCIS; 11/12)

Title: Eleven O'Clock
Author: kaylashay
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 1,100
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas

Summary: On the eleventh day of Christmas, an eleven o'clock showdown was about to occur.

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'My place, 2300, DiNozzo,' were the only words that Gibbs had directed toward Tony on Monday.

The entire day had been off kilter and Tony had felt at the center of the turmoil. Gibbs wasn't talking or looking at him and the man made more than his normal amount of coffee trips. McGee was constantly darting his eyes between both of them and then furiously typing messages to Abby in the lab. Ziva… Tony wasn't sure what to make of her continuous staring, but he didn't like it.

He sighed as he parked in front of Gibbs' house five minutes prior to the designated time. At least here, the others wouldn't be witnesses to the explosion that Tony was sure to come. He figured one or both of them would say it wouldn't work and then Tony would say he would leave so that the team could function properly again. Now he just had to go through with it.

When he entered the house, it was much like the previous evening. There was no trace of Gibbs or his father. Unsure of his welcome, he stuck to the living room this time and figured he would wait for someone to show up.


The low voice of his boss startled him and Tony sprung to his feet from the couch. "Boss!" he half-said, half-yelped.

"You're early."

"Well," Tony said as he ran his hand through his hair in a calming gesture, "figured you'd be mad if I showed up late. Seemed kind of important. Where's your dad?"


Tony bit back his frustration at Gibbs' short sentences that didn't tell him anything.

"So… We gonna talk or just stand here looking at each other all night?" It was bolder than Tony normally went for with Gibbs, but he figured he needed to lay all his cards down tonight.

"How long have you wanted to kiss me, Tony?"

The question was so out of left field that Tony was unable to respond right away. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he found the right words.

"Since Baltimore when you squared off with that asshole captain of mine and got the case and me as your liaison. You?" Tony decided he needed to question Gibbs just as much Gibbs was questioning him.

"In Baltimore when you called me Sir after I specifically asked you to call me Gibbs or Boss. Then again when you were sitting on my steps after Franks had knocked you out."

"Why twice?" Tony asked feeling a bit puzzled.

"Forgot the first time after the coma. Didn't remember until after the second time and found some other things to trigger my memories. Still working on getting it all back," Gibbs admitted quietly.

"So you've wanted me for as long as I've wanted you?"

"Looks that way. You want to tell me why you ran the other night?"

"Not really," Tony said as he started to pace. "Just not sure if you want what I want."

"Tell me what you want and then I'll let you know if it's the same."

Tony bristled at the request. "So I just have to stick my neck out there while you sit back and wait? Don't you ever give a little, Gibbs?"

"Upstairs," Gibbs said sharply and he turned, expected Tony to follow. And he did.

Tony hoped to God that Gibbs wasn't leading them to his bedroom because he wasn't sure how long he could hold out in that space with Gibbs. And Tony wanted to hold out. He didn't want to give Gibbs the satisfaction of winning whatever game they were playing without a fight.

Instead of Gibbs' room, Tony found them stopping in front of the guest room. Curiosity was kicking in when he realized there was something behind this door that could affect the outcome of the night.

"This where you been stashing the dead bodies, Boss?" Tony couldn't help but open his mouth to say something, anything.

Gibbs just titled his head to look at Tony before opening the door. And Tony was shocked.

"Boss?" he questioned softly as he looked in the around the room Gibbs had pushed him into.

Behind the door was an entertainment buff's dream. There was a large flat screen television mounted on the wall. Shelves on either side contained the latest in DVD players, sound systems and other devices. Then Tony glanced below and saw a masterpiece of woodworking.

It was a handcrafted entertainment library that contained shelves and doors of all shapes and sizes. Tony was certain he could fit his extensive movie collection inside and still have room for it to grow. He wondered over toward it and let his hand run along the polished wood.

"This what you were working on, Boss?" he asked softly as he turned to look at Gibbs. "You didn't just start this the other day."

"Found the plans for it when I got back from Mexico. Took awhile to figure out why I had them because I sure as hell don't need it."

"But… This means you were… before the kiss?"

"Hoping that maybe we could kiss before Abby pushed us into it? Yeah, Tony. I was."

Tony suddenly felt the need to sit down and he collapsed on the recliner he saw to one side. "God…" he groaned as he felt the leather envelop his body. "This is…"

"Buddy of mine made it. The couch too," Gibbs said with a nod toward the matching two-seater directly in front of the television. "Picked 'em up yesterday."

"You did all of this? For me?" Tony asked.

"I'm not so good with words, Tony. Got the ex-wives to prove it. Figured showing you would work better."

"Consider me shown, Boss," Tony replied with wonder. "Guess this means I have to stay, because I sure as hell can't pass up watching James Bond on this thing. You okay with that?"

"As long as you plan to do something other that sit on your ass watching movies all day," Gibbs said as he stretched out on the couch and smirked at Tony.

"Could probably think of something, Boss. Plus, I've got to make sure you aren't down in that basement all day. Maybe we can be mutually beneficial to each other."

Tony left the chair and moved toward Gibbs. Without hesitation, he swung one leg over Gibbs' legs and rested his knee on the couch. Then, he leaned down and captured Gibbs' mouth with his own.

Pulling back several moments later, Tony smiled.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, Boss."

"On your six, Tony."

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Tags: .fanfic, .genre: slash, .noncrossover, character: anthony dinozzo (ncis), character: leroy jethro gibbs (ncis), collection: twelve days of christmas, fandom: ncis, pairing: gibbs/dinozzo

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