16. chelletoo Tony/Gibbs - Tony has a secret admirer
Gibbs eyed the chocolate bars only Tony’s desk and tried to muffle his sigh. The presents—little things—had shown up one per week. A slim credit card looking thing that turned out to be a gift card for the iThing store, so Tony could buy some music or games for his phone.
A gift certificate for his favorite burger joint was next, followed by a framed photo of Tony from his Ohio State days, in mid-run. It’d been signed by some of his teammates. Tony’d really liked that one, had talked about it all week.
As if his secret admirer had known he was treading into deep waters, he’d backed off, leaving Tony’s favorite coffee, a die-cast of a Mustang, the same year as Tony’s prized car, and now some gourmet chocolate bars.
As Tony slipped into his seat, his eyes widened. “Bacon chocolate?”
Gibbs grunted and strode toward the elevator. It was time to have a chat with Tony’s secret admirer.
Gibbs found Dorney at the coffee shop and stood outside, arms folded, until the other man came out.
“G-g—si—um…”
“Gibbs,” he supplied, watching Dorney. He reminded Gibbs of Palmer and McGee years ago. “Gotta talk.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Gibbs.” He started striding, long movements that allowed the other man to keep up, but barely. “Ned, Tony’s taken,” he said, without preamble. “Know you’re the one leaving him gifts. Ya stop, Today.”
“Taken?” When Ned stopped, Gibbs did as well, swiveling to look at the other man. Gibbs and Tony didn’t broadcast their relationship at work, though Vance knew. “He’s seeing someone?”
“Me.”
The declaration was quiet, and Gibbs watched as realization flickered across Dorneget’s face. Surprise, a little shock, and then the slight edge of fear.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t know, Ned.” Gibbs squeezed the back of the young agent’s neck. “But now that you do, no more gifts. Not for my boy. Deal?”
Gibbs extended a hand, gazing into Ned’s eyes. The other man looked hesitant for a moment, then he clasped Gibbs’ hand, his grip strong and sure. “Deal. He’s…you’re lucky…”
Secret Admirer
Gibbs eyed the chocolate bars only Tony’s desk and tried to muffle his sigh. The presents—little things—had shown up one per week. A slim credit card looking thing that turned out to be a gift card for the iThing store, so Tony could buy some music or games for his phone.
A gift certificate for his favorite burger joint was next, followed by a framed photo of Tony from his Ohio State days, in mid-run. It’d been signed by some of his teammates. Tony’d really liked that one, had talked about it all week.
As if his secret admirer had known he was treading into deep waters, he’d backed off, leaving Tony’s favorite coffee, a die-cast of a Mustang, the same year as Tony’s prized car, and now some gourmet chocolate bars.
As Tony slipped into his seat, his eyes widened. “Bacon chocolate?”
Gibbs grunted and strode toward the elevator. It was time to have a chat with Tony’s secret admirer.
Gibbs found Dorney at the coffee shop and stood outside, arms folded, until the other man came out.
“G-g—si—um…”
“Gibbs,” he supplied, watching Dorney. He reminded Gibbs of Palmer and McGee years ago. “Gotta talk.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Gibbs.” He started striding, long movements that allowed the other man to keep up, but barely. “Ned, Tony’s taken,” he said, without preamble. “Know you’re the one leaving him gifts. Ya stop, Today.”
“Taken?” When Ned stopped, Gibbs did as well, swiveling to look at the other man. Gibbs and Tony didn’t broadcast their relationship at work, though Vance knew. “He’s seeing someone?”
“Me.”
The declaration was quiet, and Gibbs watched as realization flickered across Dorneget’s face. Surprise, a little shock, and then the slight edge of fear.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t know, Ned.” Gibbs squeezed the back of the young agent’s neck. “But now that you do, no more gifts. Not for my boy. Deal?”
Gibbs extended a hand, gazing into Ned’s eyes. The other man looked hesitant for a moment, then he clasped Gibbs’ hand, his grip strong and sure. “Deal. He’s…you’re lucky…”
“We are.”