[NCIS] Tony DiNozzo/Abby Sciuto, Spade; [NCIS] Tony DiNozzo/Tim McGee, Breakfast
Title: Shovel Talk
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Abby Sciuto, Jethro Gibbs
Prompt: Spade
Word Count: 692
Rating: PG
Summary: “I’m going to get the shovel talk from Gibbs tomorrow and all you can think about is porn?”
Tony sets Abby’s phone down quietly, a shell-shocked expression resting on handsome features. “Well, shit.” He articulated clearly.
Abby sat up from where she’d been leaning against Tony’s shoulder comfortably. “What’s up, Tony babe?” She chirped cheerfully, ignoring Tony’s wince at the pet name.
Tony let his head fall back against the couch with a heavy thunk. “Gibbs knows.”
Brightly painted lips pursed together thoughtfully. “Gibbs knows what? That the backs of your knees are ticklish? Or does he know that you secretly like High School Musical?” Abby snapped her fingers, a Eureka! expression lighting up her face. “Or, does Gibbs know that you really like it when I stick my-“
“Gibbs knows that we’re together, Abby,” Tony interrupted hastily.
“Oh.” Abby deflated. “But he already knew.”
“But now he has evidence.” Tony dropped his head into his hands, shoulders slumped; Abby automatically began to rub the back of his neck comfortably, lightly scratching him with neat nails. “Oh, this is bad,” He continued. “Very bad. And, crap, he wants us to have lunch together tomorrow.”
“Maybe he’s jealous that you’re with e and he wants to confess his undying love for you. Maybe he wants to have your babies!”
Tony looked up at her through his fingers. “Um, ew?”
Abby tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. “I don’t know, it’s be kinda hot, actually. Two strong bodies locked together in a passionate embrace.” She sighed dreamily. “Can I watch?”
“I’m going to get the shovel talk from Gibbs tomorrow and all you can think about is porn?” Tony paused to inhale. “Also, ew! No! Sex and Gibbs is just…no.”
“Oh, c’mon, Tony. For me?” Abby battered her eyes at Tony coyly.
Tony ignored her carefully. “Oh God, knowing Gibbs he’ll take it literally. Do you know if Gibbs has a spade? What am I talking about? He could kill me with his little finger. Hell, he could kill me with his eyes, like Cyclops. But Gibbs is kinda more like Wolverine, actually.”
“Okay, Tony?” Abby spoke softly and slowly, like she would to a child- or to a patient in a mental asylum. “Firstly, you’re inner geek is showing. McGee will be so proud. And secondly, Gibbs doesn’t know what a shovel talk is. He doesn’t watch Buffy for the hot lesbian witches like you do. And he won’t kill you. He’ll just…maim you a little.”
“Great. That’s just…that’s great. And I am not a geek!”
Abby sighed explosively, blowing up so her hair fluttered. She swung herself over to settle on Tony’s lap, her short skirt riding up. He lowered her head to lick at Tony’s neck and whispered huskily into Tony’s ear, “Do you really wanna talk about Gibbs now? I’ve barely seen you all week, I’ve-” She bit his earlobe sharply, provoking a gasp and a jerk. “-missed you.”
Tony blinked and nodded, eyes dilated. “I’d hate to disappoint,” He said, and flipped Abby over, grinning at her high-pitched squeal.
*
“Um.” Tony tapped his fingers on his thigh nervously, wiping sweaty palms over his jeans. “So.”
Gibbs grunted and glared at Tony, raising his coffee to his mouth and taking a long swallow. He hadn’t offered Tony a cup.
“Um,” Tony said again and tapped a nervous pattern with his fingers, wincing at Gibbs’ annoyed look. “So. How about those Red Sox, huh?”
Gibbs set his coffee mug down carefully, turning to look at Tony seriously. “If you hurt her, I will force feed you C4, got it?”
Tony frowned. “Well, a) you can’t do that because everyone would know it was you. You’d have to at least make it look like an accident. And b) I love Abby. She’s my best friend. I would never hurt her, and you have no right to assume that I would.”
A slow, tiny smile crept across Gibbs’ face, just a miniscule release of tension at the corners of his mouth. “Good. Now get the hell out of here.”
“I- what?” Tony blinked fast, watching Gibbs warily. “That was it? Just a test of my…my…backbone? Or, or, strength?”
Gibbs nodded. “Yep.”
Tony stared. “Y’know, sometimes I really hate you.”
Title: Most Important Meal
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Tim McGee
Prompt: Food
Word Count: 1980
Rating: PG
Summary: “You know, one day we will have breakfast together that is more then just coffee.”
Author's Notes: This fic has been stopped and started so many times that I just want to post it now. It's a little choppy, and kinda OOC, but I'm too lazy to find a beta, so here goes. Hope you like it anyway.
The first time Tony and McGee had breakfast together, it wasn’t really breakfast at all. Rather, it was a hurried, frantic cup of coffee on the way to a scene, about to be late because of the coffee stop, but neither Tony nor McGee able to face an entire day, starting at 0400, even if it meant Gibbs growling at them for exceeding his 20 minute allowance. With Tony in the driving seat and McGee next to him, clutching at two cups desperately, taking sips from one cup and passing the other to Tony at every red light, they both cursed Gibbs for making them miss the most important meal of the day.
*
The second time Tony and McGee broke fast together, it was after a night spent at the office, McGee asleep in his chair, cheek resting on his keyboard, a blanket he later learnt was Tony’s covering his shoulders. Tony was yawning and stretching his neck, trying to work out the kinks that come from sleeping on the floor.
Breakfast was hardly a fancy affair- far from it. Instead, it’s a hurried, oh so healthy meal of very, very strong coffee, again, and a bag of skittles from the vending machine, which they pass back and forth tiredly.
Tony swiped a hand over his face, trying and failing to contain the giant yawn that set off McGee. “You know, one day we will have breakfast together that is more then just coffee.”
McGee stared at him. “What?”
A light flush stole over Tony’s face and Tony scowled, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Last time we had ‘breakfast’ together it was just coffee as well,” Tony explained.
“No, I remember,” McGee said, still staring at Tony strangely. “I’m just surprised that you do.”
Tony brought his head up to look at McGee. “I remember everything,” He said seriously, and then it was McGee’s turn to blush- even though he didn’t know why.
*
The third time Tony and McGee share breakfast together, they’re joined by Abby, who watches them speculatively through the entire meal. If her jokes have a more sexual edge, both men ignore it.
Abby waits until Tony leaves for the bathroom before pinning McGee with a mischievous look. “You like him,” She accused excitedly.
“No, I-I. Um, yeah. Yeah, of course, he’s my co-worker, and a friend.”
“But you like him, like him.” Abby pointer her spoon at him accusatorily, though she spoke with a large grin splitting her face in two.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” McGee denied loftily.
“Y’know, he likes you too,” Abby told him, twirling her spoon in the air emphatically.
McGee sighed and his expression morphed into something she couldn’t read. He moodily stuck his fork into his pancakes, letting the metal utensil stand upright. “Okay, fine. Yes, I like him. I know nothing will happen, so you can stop pushing the issue, okay?” He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, opening his eyes again to look at Abby seriously.
“Wow, this is serious, huh?”
McGee bit his lip. “I’m sorry for snapping. I know you were just trying to help.”
Abby waved her hands in the air, as if she could push the apology away. “Don’t worry about it,” She said airily. “But he does, you know.”
McGee opened his mouth to reply but snapped it closed again when dropped into his seat casually, grinning at them both.
“Who does what?” Tony asked.
“Gibbs, thinks sawdust is sexy,” Abby lied easily.
Tony blinked then nodded, smiling. “It’s true. Man, you should have seen him when I found and wore wood-scented cologne.” He paused thoughtfully. “Actually, it might have offended your virgin…eyes.”
McGee choked, going pale. “You slept with Gibbs?!” He sputtered.
“A long time ago. It’s over now, he’s not my type anymore.” Tony said, ignoring Abby to focus on McGee.
“Good.” If asked, McGee wouldn’t have been able to tell them why he’d said that so bluntly, but the soft, pleased smile that settle on Tony’s face was reward enough.
*
The sixth time Tony and Tim- yes, it’s Tim now- have breakfast together, it’s in Tony’s apartment. They’d spend the previous night watching a back-to-back sci-fi marathon and Tim had just crashed back at Tony’s place instead of driving home.
When Tim finally stumbled sleepily out of the guest bedroom, he found Tony at the kitchen table, cup of tea in one hand with the newspaper spread out in front of him.
Tony looked at Tim in amusement. “Sleep well?”
Tim slumped into a chair tiredly and grunted. Tony grinned and obligingly passed him a fresh cup of coffee.
“Why are you up so early?” Tim asked.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Tim, it’s 10 in the morning.”
“On a day we don’t actually have to work.” Tim gave Tony a quick up and down look. “And you’re already dressed.”
Tony laughed and Tim smiled involuntarily, the expression slipping from his face at Tony’s next words; “Yeah, well, after you’ve worked with Gibbs as long as I have, it becomes a habit.”
“Is that just working with Gibbs, or sleeping with him too?” Tim asked nastily.
Tony froze for a second, an imperceptible change in facial expression whispering across his face before he covered it with a grin. “Well, that helps too, I guess.” He swallowed, dropping his head to his hands. “Tim, please. It was a long time ago. It was before I met you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it was none of my business,” Tim looked down too, raking a hand through already tousled hair. “I’m sorry,” He repeated again.
“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Tony forgave instantly, covering one of Tim’s hands with his own. Tim tangled their fingers together and squeezed thankfully. The silence between them stretched out, until Tim took a breath and broke it.
“What are you doing today?” Tim asked, trying for casual.
Tony paused. “Well, a new vampire movie came out yesterday, so I thought I might go check that out. “He hesitated another few seconds, busying himself by pouring another cup of coffee. “Want to come?”
Tim smiled. “Sure.”
“Really? Cool!” Tony grinned, bright and wide and childishly excited. “There’s a showing in about an hour, and if you want to catch that one, I have some clothes that should fit you.”
Tim grinned foolishly. “Yeah, that sounds amazing. I mean, good. Sounds good.” He licked his lips, suddenly nervous and anticipatory, all at once. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Tony smiled winsomely. “So, what do you want for breakfast?”
“What do you have?”
“Uh, eggs. Toast. Cornflakes, Coco-Pops, Fruit Loops, Pop Tarts, fruit…” At McGee’s look, he shrugged self-consciously. “What? So I like to kick-start my day with a little sugar.”
Tim snorted but didn’t comment. “I’ll have cornflakes, thanks.”
*
The eighth time they dined together for their first meal of the day they’d just closed a case and didn’t want to go home to empty apartments. Instead, the local 24/7 diner was a better idea.
“I dunno,” Tony said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s gotta be pretty hard to live like that. Not that there’s anything wrong being gay, but with Navy parents you can’t come out to and a school who hates you for it, it just… has to suck.”
Tim eyes him warily. “Personal experience?”
“Yeah, well, not on the same scale.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t so much that I was gay, it was that I wasn’t as preppy as they were. All the kids at school hated me.” Tony said self-deprecatingly. “Very few people liked me, anyway,”
“I like you,” Tim said softly, catching Tony’s hand and squeezing it before letting go, blushing.
Tony lit up. “I like you too.”
*
The morning of their ninth breakfast found Tim worriedly pouring coffee into a cup. He idly rubbed his hand over the hickey on his neck, flushing brightly. He jumped as long arms slid around his waist and pulled him tightly against a strong, warm body, chapped lips pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“Tim?” Tony’s voice was anxious. “Are you…” He swallowed. “Regrets, already?” Disappointment colored the older man’s voice and he released Tim, moving back.
Tim turned at the sudden cold and blinked at the insecurity on Tony’s face. “N-no. why, do you?”
“Of course not!” A large grin spread over Tony’s face and tugged an answering smile from Tim.
Tim smirked. “Can I make you breakfast?”
*
Their 22nd breakfast together was nice and peaceful, a quiet picnic in Tony’s background.
“This really isn’t normal, you know.”
Tony smiled, draping his arm over Tim’s shoulder. “We have the day off. The sun is shining. And breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I thought we might as well enjoy it.” He paused. “You don’t like picnics?”
Tim shook his head and twisted to kiss Tony. “I love picnics. Thank you.”
Tony hugged his boyfriend close to him, nuzzling up behind his ear. “You know, I have hedges thick enough that Mrs Pennfield and Mr Scotnin can’t see in.”
“Yeah?” Tim leant back into Tony’s grasp. “That’s interesting.”
“Damn straight,”
“Or not,” Tim quipped.
Tony groaned and wrestled Tim to the ground. “Tim, no!” He protested. “That was bad. That was very bad.”
*
Their 23rd breakfast together featured the entire team, on Gibbs’ birthday, a quiet affair with no mention of the day. Abby was more cheerful than ever, dark eyes flickering from Tony to Tim happily.
Tony and Tim sat side by side, both with large plates in front of him. Tony’s; a large stack of pancakes drowned in maple syrup and sugar. Tim’s; a large order of bacon, eggs and hash browns with a side of toast.
Carefully, Tim angled his plate so that Tony could easily reach his hash browns, such an automatic movement that he didn’t even think twice, just accepted that Tony would steal his food and that he would let him.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow, smirked, and turned his attention elsewhere when Tony absent-mindedly speared a hash brown off Tim’s plate and put it straight into his mouth, crunching noisily and grinning at his partner.
*
On the 37th time they had breakfast together Tony smiled and kissed Tim’s cheek and whispered “I love you,” in his ear, in between pouring coffee and spreading butter over his toast.
Time flushed a delicate, a light rose pink spreading over his face, and whispered the words back, ducking his head and looked down shyly.
Tony grinned and tilted his head back up, kissing him deeply.
*
When they had breakfast together for the fiftieth time, Tony brought it to McGee in bed, carefully setting the tray down before climbing under the covers, curling around Tim comfortably.
“Hey,” He greeted softly.
“Mph,” Tim muttered sleepily, and rolled over, and there went Tony’s romantic effort, eggs and bacon and, oh, searing hot coffee all over the blankets and sheets and Tim’s chest.
Tim screamed and Tony jumped and ripped the blankets off the bed, sending the entire mess flying, plates and trays and mashed food spilling to the floor in a cacophony of ominous noise.
They looked at the mess silently. “So. Deli for breakfast?”
*
The month before their 98th breakfast together was the month before Tony’s lease ran out, and they spent breakfast’s 92, 95 and 96 talking about moving in together.
“We’ve kinda been living together for the last 10 months anyway.”
“Um, Tony? We’ve only been dating for the last six months.”
“Yeah, but we were practically dating before that. And besides, with the amount of time we spent together in the office it was like living together anyway.”
“That’s…actually a valid point. Okay. So, move in with me?”
“Yes!” Tony said through a mouthful of bacon and eggs, and leant over to give McGee a breakfast-tainted kiss.
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Abby Sciuto, Jethro Gibbs
Prompt: Spade
Word Count: 692
Rating: PG
Summary: “I’m going to get the shovel talk from Gibbs tomorrow and all you can think about is porn?”
Tony sets Abby’s phone down quietly, a shell-shocked expression resting on handsome features. “Well, shit.” He articulated clearly.
Abby sat up from where she’d been leaning against Tony’s shoulder comfortably. “What’s up, Tony babe?” She chirped cheerfully, ignoring Tony’s wince at the pet name.
Tony let his head fall back against the couch with a heavy thunk. “Gibbs knows.”
Brightly painted lips pursed together thoughtfully. “Gibbs knows what? That the backs of your knees are ticklish? Or does he know that you secretly like High School Musical?” Abby snapped her fingers, a Eureka! expression lighting up her face. “Or, does Gibbs know that you really like it when I stick my-“
“Gibbs knows that we’re together, Abby,” Tony interrupted hastily.
“Oh.” Abby deflated. “But he already knew.”
“But now he has evidence.” Tony dropped his head into his hands, shoulders slumped; Abby automatically began to rub the back of his neck comfortably, lightly scratching him with neat nails. “Oh, this is bad,” He continued. “Very bad. And, crap, he wants us to have lunch together tomorrow.”
“Maybe he’s jealous that you’re with e and he wants to confess his undying love for you. Maybe he wants to have your babies!”
Tony looked up at her through his fingers. “Um, ew?”
Abby tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. “I don’t know, it’s be kinda hot, actually. Two strong bodies locked together in a passionate embrace.” She sighed dreamily. “Can I watch?”
“I’m going to get the shovel talk from Gibbs tomorrow and all you can think about is porn?” Tony paused to inhale. “Also, ew! No! Sex and Gibbs is just…no.”
“Oh, c’mon, Tony. For me?” Abby battered her eyes at Tony coyly.
Tony ignored her carefully. “Oh God, knowing Gibbs he’ll take it literally. Do you know if Gibbs has a spade? What am I talking about? He could kill me with his little finger. Hell, he could kill me with his eyes, like Cyclops. But Gibbs is kinda more like Wolverine, actually.”
“Okay, Tony?” Abby spoke softly and slowly, like she would to a child- or to a patient in a mental asylum. “Firstly, you’re inner geek is showing. McGee will be so proud. And secondly, Gibbs doesn’t know what a shovel talk is. He doesn’t watch Buffy for the hot lesbian witches like you do. And he won’t kill you. He’ll just…maim you a little.”
“Great. That’s just…that’s great. And I am not a geek!”
Abby sighed explosively, blowing up so her hair fluttered. She swung herself over to settle on Tony’s lap, her short skirt riding up. He lowered her head to lick at Tony’s neck and whispered huskily into Tony’s ear, “Do you really wanna talk about Gibbs now? I’ve barely seen you all week, I’ve-” She bit his earlobe sharply, provoking a gasp and a jerk. “-missed you.”
Tony blinked and nodded, eyes dilated. “I’d hate to disappoint,” He said, and flipped Abby over, grinning at her high-pitched squeal.
*
“Um.” Tony tapped his fingers on his thigh nervously, wiping sweaty palms over his jeans. “So.”
Gibbs grunted and glared at Tony, raising his coffee to his mouth and taking a long swallow. He hadn’t offered Tony a cup.
“Um,” Tony said again and tapped a nervous pattern with his fingers, wincing at Gibbs’ annoyed look. “So. How about those Red Sox, huh?”
Gibbs set his coffee mug down carefully, turning to look at Tony seriously. “If you hurt her, I will force feed you C4, got it?”
Tony frowned. “Well, a) you can’t do that because everyone would know it was you. You’d have to at least make it look like an accident. And b) I love Abby. She’s my best friend. I would never hurt her, and you have no right to assume that I would.”
A slow, tiny smile crept across Gibbs’ face, just a miniscule release of tension at the corners of his mouth. “Good. Now get the hell out of here.”
“I- what?” Tony blinked fast, watching Gibbs warily. “That was it? Just a test of my…my…backbone? Or, or, strength?”
Gibbs nodded. “Yep.”
Tony stared. “Y’know, sometimes I really hate you.”
Title: Most Important Meal
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Tim McGee
Prompt: Food
Word Count: 1980
Rating: PG
Summary: “You know, one day we will have breakfast together that is more then just coffee.”
Author's Notes: This fic has been stopped and started so many times that I just want to post it now. It's a little choppy, and kinda OOC, but I'm too lazy to find a beta, so here goes. Hope you like it anyway.
The first time Tony and McGee had breakfast together, it wasn’t really breakfast at all. Rather, it was a hurried, frantic cup of coffee on the way to a scene, about to be late because of the coffee stop, but neither Tony nor McGee able to face an entire day, starting at 0400, even if it meant Gibbs growling at them for exceeding his 20 minute allowance. With Tony in the driving seat and McGee next to him, clutching at two cups desperately, taking sips from one cup and passing the other to Tony at every red light, they both cursed Gibbs for making them miss the most important meal of the day.
*
The second time Tony and McGee broke fast together, it was after a night spent at the office, McGee asleep in his chair, cheek resting on his keyboard, a blanket he later learnt was Tony’s covering his shoulders. Tony was yawning and stretching his neck, trying to work out the kinks that come from sleeping on the floor.
Breakfast was hardly a fancy affair- far from it. Instead, it’s a hurried, oh so healthy meal of very, very strong coffee, again, and a bag of skittles from the vending machine, which they pass back and forth tiredly.
Tony swiped a hand over his face, trying and failing to contain the giant yawn that set off McGee. “You know, one day we will have breakfast together that is more then just coffee.”
McGee stared at him. “What?”
A light flush stole over Tony’s face and Tony scowled, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Last time we had ‘breakfast’ together it was just coffee as well,” Tony explained.
“No, I remember,” McGee said, still staring at Tony strangely. “I’m just surprised that you do.”
Tony brought his head up to look at McGee. “I remember everything,” He said seriously, and then it was McGee’s turn to blush- even though he didn’t know why.
*
The third time Tony and McGee share breakfast together, they’re joined by Abby, who watches them speculatively through the entire meal. If her jokes have a more sexual edge, both men ignore it.
Abby waits until Tony leaves for the bathroom before pinning McGee with a mischievous look. “You like him,” She accused excitedly.
“No, I-I. Um, yeah. Yeah, of course, he’s my co-worker, and a friend.”
“But you like him, like him.” Abby pointer her spoon at him accusatorily, though she spoke with a large grin splitting her face in two.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” McGee denied loftily.
“Y’know, he likes you too,” Abby told him, twirling her spoon in the air emphatically.
McGee sighed and his expression morphed into something she couldn’t read. He moodily stuck his fork into his pancakes, letting the metal utensil stand upright. “Okay, fine. Yes, I like him. I know nothing will happen, so you can stop pushing the issue, okay?” He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, opening his eyes again to look at Abby seriously.
“Wow, this is serious, huh?”
McGee bit his lip. “I’m sorry for snapping. I know you were just trying to help.”
Abby waved her hands in the air, as if she could push the apology away. “Don’t worry about it,” She said airily. “But he does, you know.”
McGee opened his mouth to reply but snapped it closed again when dropped into his seat casually, grinning at them both.
“Who does what?” Tony asked.
“Gibbs, thinks sawdust is sexy,” Abby lied easily.
Tony blinked then nodded, smiling. “It’s true. Man, you should have seen him when I found and wore wood-scented cologne.” He paused thoughtfully. “Actually, it might have offended your virgin…eyes.”
McGee choked, going pale. “You slept with Gibbs?!” He sputtered.
“A long time ago. It’s over now, he’s not my type anymore.” Tony said, ignoring Abby to focus on McGee.
“Good.” If asked, McGee wouldn’t have been able to tell them why he’d said that so bluntly, but the soft, pleased smile that settle on Tony’s face was reward enough.
*
The sixth time Tony and Tim- yes, it’s Tim now- have breakfast together, it’s in Tony’s apartment. They’d spend the previous night watching a back-to-back sci-fi marathon and Tim had just crashed back at Tony’s place instead of driving home.
When Tim finally stumbled sleepily out of the guest bedroom, he found Tony at the kitchen table, cup of tea in one hand with the newspaper spread out in front of him.
Tony looked at Tim in amusement. “Sleep well?”
Tim slumped into a chair tiredly and grunted. Tony grinned and obligingly passed him a fresh cup of coffee.
“Why are you up so early?” Tim asked.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Tim, it’s 10 in the morning.”
“On a day we don’t actually have to work.” Tim gave Tony a quick up and down look. “And you’re already dressed.”
Tony laughed and Tim smiled involuntarily, the expression slipping from his face at Tony’s next words; “Yeah, well, after you’ve worked with Gibbs as long as I have, it becomes a habit.”
“Is that just working with Gibbs, or sleeping with him too?” Tim asked nastily.
Tony froze for a second, an imperceptible change in facial expression whispering across his face before he covered it with a grin. “Well, that helps too, I guess.” He swallowed, dropping his head to his hands. “Tim, please. It was a long time ago. It was before I met you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it was none of my business,” Tim looked down too, raking a hand through already tousled hair. “I’m sorry,” He repeated again.
“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Tony forgave instantly, covering one of Tim’s hands with his own. Tim tangled their fingers together and squeezed thankfully. The silence between them stretched out, until Tim took a breath and broke it.
“What are you doing today?” Tim asked, trying for casual.
Tony paused. “Well, a new vampire movie came out yesterday, so I thought I might go check that out. “He hesitated another few seconds, busying himself by pouring another cup of coffee. “Want to come?”
Tim smiled. “Sure.”
“Really? Cool!” Tony grinned, bright and wide and childishly excited. “There’s a showing in about an hour, and if you want to catch that one, I have some clothes that should fit you.”
Tim grinned foolishly. “Yeah, that sounds amazing. I mean, good. Sounds good.” He licked his lips, suddenly nervous and anticipatory, all at once. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Tony smiled winsomely. “So, what do you want for breakfast?”
“What do you have?”
“Uh, eggs. Toast. Cornflakes, Coco-Pops, Fruit Loops, Pop Tarts, fruit…” At McGee’s look, he shrugged self-consciously. “What? So I like to kick-start my day with a little sugar.”
Tim snorted but didn’t comment. “I’ll have cornflakes, thanks.”
*
The eighth time they dined together for their first meal of the day they’d just closed a case and didn’t want to go home to empty apartments. Instead, the local 24/7 diner was a better idea.
“I dunno,” Tony said, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It’s gotta be pretty hard to live like that. Not that there’s anything wrong being gay, but with Navy parents you can’t come out to and a school who hates you for it, it just… has to suck.”
Tim eyes him warily. “Personal experience?”
“Yeah, well, not on the same scale.” He shrugged. “It wasn’t so much that I was gay, it was that I wasn’t as preppy as they were. All the kids at school hated me.” Tony said self-deprecatingly. “Very few people liked me, anyway,”
“I like you,” Tim said softly, catching Tony’s hand and squeezing it before letting go, blushing.
Tony lit up. “I like you too.”
*
The morning of their ninth breakfast found Tim worriedly pouring coffee into a cup. He idly rubbed his hand over the hickey on his neck, flushing brightly. He jumped as long arms slid around his waist and pulled him tightly against a strong, warm body, chapped lips pressing a kiss against his cheek.
“Tim?” Tony’s voice was anxious. “Are you…” He swallowed. “Regrets, already?” Disappointment colored the older man’s voice and he released Tim, moving back.
Tim turned at the sudden cold and blinked at the insecurity on Tony’s face. “N-no. why, do you?”
“Of course not!” A large grin spread over Tony’s face and tugged an answering smile from Tim.
Tim smirked. “Can I make you breakfast?”
*
Their 22nd breakfast together was nice and peaceful, a quiet picnic in Tony’s background.
“This really isn’t normal, you know.”
Tony smiled, draping his arm over Tim’s shoulder. “We have the day off. The sun is shining. And breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I thought we might as well enjoy it.” He paused. “You don’t like picnics?”
Tim shook his head and twisted to kiss Tony. “I love picnics. Thank you.”
Tony hugged his boyfriend close to him, nuzzling up behind his ear. “You know, I have hedges thick enough that Mrs Pennfield and Mr Scotnin can’t see in.”
“Yeah?” Tim leant back into Tony’s grasp. “That’s interesting.”
“Damn straight,”
“Or not,” Tim quipped.
Tony groaned and wrestled Tim to the ground. “Tim, no!” He protested. “That was bad. That was very bad.”
*
Their 23rd breakfast together featured the entire team, on Gibbs’ birthday, a quiet affair with no mention of the day. Abby was more cheerful than ever, dark eyes flickering from Tony to Tim happily.
Tony and Tim sat side by side, both with large plates in front of him. Tony’s; a large stack of pancakes drowned in maple syrup and sugar. Tim’s; a large order of bacon, eggs and hash browns with a side of toast.
Carefully, Tim angled his plate so that Tony could easily reach his hash browns, such an automatic movement that he didn’t even think twice, just accepted that Tony would steal his food and that he would let him.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow, smirked, and turned his attention elsewhere when Tony absent-mindedly speared a hash brown off Tim’s plate and put it straight into his mouth, crunching noisily and grinning at his partner.
*
On the 37th time they had breakfast together Tony smiled and kissed Tim’s cheek and whispered “I love you,” in his ear, in between pouring coffee and spreading butter over his toast.
Time flushed a delicate, a light rose pink spreading over his face, and whispered the words back, ducking his head and looked down shyly.
Tony grinned and tilted his head back up, kissing him deeply.
*
When they had breakfast together for the fiftieth time, Tony brought it to McGee in bed, carefully setting the tray down before climbing under the covers, curling around Tim comfortably.
“Hey,” He greeted softly.
“Mph,” Tim muttered sleepily, and rolled over, and there went Tony’s romantic effort, eggs and bacon and, oh, searing hot coffee all over the blankets and sheets and Tim’s chest.
Tim screamed and Tony jumped and ripped the blankets off the bed, sending the entire mess flying, plates and trays and mashed food spilling to the floor in a cacophony of ominous noise.
They looked at the mess silently. “So. Deli for breakfast?”
*
The month before their 98th breakfast together was the month before Tony’s lease ran out, and they spent breakfast’s 92, 95 and 96 talking about moving in together.
“We’ve kinda been living together for the last 10 months anyway.”
“Um, Tony? We’ve only been dating for the last six months.”
“Yeah, but we were practically dating before that. And besides, with the amount of time we spent together in the office it was like living together anyway.”
“That’s…actually a valid point. Okay. So, move in with me?”
“Yes!” Tony said through a mouthful of bacon and eggs, and leant over to give McGee a breakfast-tainted kiss.