Please be aware that whatever we write after these few words are pure fiction and these characters do NOT belong to us, but the writers and producers of NCIS.

Chad: This idea popped into my head when I thought about just how audiences would react to a different kind of scene apart from the entire professional NCIS arena. Like what if you had to pretend you were in a relationship with your boss?

Name: Dance with me

Type: NCIS Questioning Moments

Category: NCIS Tibbs [Tony + Gibbs]

Setting: Brewster's Night Club

Mission: Stake Out

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DiNozzo

It was just about an hour into staking out this place, and I was bored.

We hadn't ordered anything and we just had one drink in front of us: Gibbs with his usual coffee and me with a fruit punch (no drinking on duty, he said). And above all, I felt myself nodding off every now and again, my eyelids totally heavy and drooping. Yet the man of iron sitting directly opposite me was wide awake, thumbs and fingers wrapped around his coffee mug, as he sipped and surveyed the scene before us.

It would seem like 'his' type of scene: the polished wooden chairs, old tables with checkered table cloths, and a serving counter obviously made way back in the 70's. As if it could get any worst, there weren't even any bouncy waitresses, but a lanky dude by the name of Bob who came around taking orders with hooded eyes. Reminded me of one of those vampires in those movies who seemed desperately in need of a human meal.

"Gibbs, I can't take this." I protested, almost childlike. "The guy's not gonna show. We need to get out of here."

And when he chose to ignore me, I watched him in disbelief. Following his line of sight, I noticed that he was observing the old jukebox in the corner, probably wondering if it was older than him. Snorting, I diverted my eyes to the only dancing couple on the floor and yawned widely.

"Gibbs…This place is weird."

"What's weird about it?" he asked calmly.

Like he'd not notice.

"First of all, there's a jukebox in the corner that looks older than you." And my eyes moved around. "Second of all, the place lacks chicks. And thirdly, doesn't it strike you as weird that there are two dudes dancing in the open?"

He didn't even seem alarmed or dismayed.

"Where?"

"There!" I whispered loudly, jerking my chin in their direction.

"So…"

"I don't believe this." And I threw my hands up in dismay.

"Of all the people that I know", he said quietly, not even the least bit disturbed, "I figured you to be more of an open minded person."

"I am open minded", I said defensively.

"And you have a problem with two men dancing in the open." He took up his cup and sipped, then sighed. "They could be friends."

As Cyndi Lauper's song 'True Colors' drifted from the music player, the taller of the two men leant in closer and the other wrapped his arm tighter around the other's waist. Then in time with the music, their hips became one and they swayed sensually together, their eyes closed.

"Male friends don't dance like that", I said eyeing the two men. "I've never seen two male friends hold each other like that…and…dance."

Gibbs laughed.

"You need to get out more."

"Look", I said in disbelief, "I don't know which bars you go to, but a scene like that can only mean one thing. And the result is that this is not my kind of place."

"But it's his kind of place." Looking up quickly, my eyes met his as he nodded towards the entrance.

Two Marines pushed the doors to come in, the shorter one followed by our guy: a taller more athletic built man with green eyes, wavy blond hair and nice shoes. Those had to have cost him a fortune. And I only had a few seconds to wonder where and how much he paid for them before Gibbs made a comment on his right bandaged hand. He was definitely Tom Stokes, the man wanted for killing his fellow friend in a downtown brawl just a couple nights before. He was also wanted in connection to a drug operation, linked to two of the biggest dirty drug dealers within these parts.

"Definitely him", Gibbs noted. "Observe only. Don't wanna get too close, too soon."

I wanted to take the guy right there and then, fast enough to get out of this hideous place.

Suddenly Tom made a turn and started heading our way, his partner following behind, fingers linked. And the truth suddenly dawned upon me. This wasn't just a bar where odd Marines hung out. He threw suspicious glances at us before pulling the chair out for his male company. And just for a moment, as his eyes moved over me, then to Gibbs, my insides melted.

"Boss", I whispered with my eyes moving around. "In case you haven't noticed, this is not a straight bar where people just hang out."

"I know", he said calmly.

"You know?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yup." And he shook his head, "DiNozzo, I figured you'd realize that. The guy behind the bar has been checking you since we came in."

I was just swallowing a mouthful of my fruit juice and almost choked. "No way!"

Looking towards the bar, the scruffy bartender winked at me and licked his lips. I gasped.

"I've had enough." And I attempted to get up.

Gibbs glared at me. "You wanna blow our cover? After all this work, all this time?"

"He'd never suspect a thing if I just walked out", I admitted hastily in hushed tones. "If we just get out of here…"

"Sit down", he ordered.

"No", I said firmly.

"Don't make me make you sit down, DiNozzo", he warned.

"Relationship problems?" The vampire looking asshole asked as he glided by with a tray.

"Na, he just wants to get outta here", Gibbs said looking at me.

"And move unto level two. Nice!" and he showed us a thumbs up sign.

I wanted it to suddenly become day so that I could open the front doors and throw him outside to fry in the sun.

Before I could protest, or my glare could melt the asshole, I felt Gibbs' take my arm and pulled me to sit back down. Suddenly I was overthinking everything before me. In order for us to blend in here, so that Tom wouldn't suspect anything fishy, we'd have to pretend we were gay as well. How the hell did you pretend that you were gay? Hell, I'm sure my shirt and pants already made me look like an agent at first glance. Not to forget to mention that our suspect in study was throwing some long glances at us, well rather, at me.

"He's getting suspicious", Gibbs said quietly.

"Well then let's leave", I suggested.

"He's having the meet here, DiNozzo. We have to wait until the other two dealers show up, and then we can hold them up." And without even giving me time to think things through, Gibbs' hand moved across the table and he entwined his fingers with mine. "Act it out."

"I can't", I said stubbornly, "it's against my nature as a DiNozzo. We're supposed to chase women, not guys. Plus…", and I pulled my fingers from his grip, "you're…Gibbs…not some other guy."

"That hurts", he said looking confused.

"No", I said shaking my head, "look, you're not just some other guy. You're my boss. You're older. Plus if I ever was to have a drunk fling with a guy, he'd be –"

"…much younger than myself, much more handsome, dashing, with tight pants on and no grey in his hair."

I never meant to insult him.

"Gibbs…"

"Na, it's okay. Expected nothing better."

And he looked away, but I knew somehow, even if it was in such an awkward situation as this, he was hurt by my comment. I didn't know what else to say to make it better without making it worst. So I just frowned.

A few seconds after, I decided to tentatively take hold of his hand, trying to imagine this situation involved me and a sexy woman on the other end. But that woman had to be a construction worker with some rough big hands. A man lady. It wasn't the first time for me.

His eyes met mine and I held his gaze, somehow trying to make it feel normal. And without even trying, I became totally lost in his blue eyed stare, almost like a trance. For one minute I was trying hard and the other few that followed, I became delusional. It was like gazing into the eyes of someone who had many mysteries hidden that they somehow wanted you to discover and seek out.

Unconsciously, when he took my other hand, I paid half a mind to it. And with our fingers entwined, he began to massage my palms intimately with his thumbs. It felt so nice, almost too pleasurable. It was the kind of lead on you'd want to get that soft feeling travel all the way down your hands, down your back and to your toes…

"You guys are doing some serious soul searching", a voice interrupted and broke my concentration. Blinking, my eyes darted up to fix upon Tom and his partner halfheartedly peering down at us.

"Uh…" was all I could mumble.

"Seems like you two are connected deep. I like that." He held out a hand. "Name's Tom. And this is my partner Jack. We've been together for almost two years now", he said cheerfully as we shook hands. "You two?"

"Uh…"

"Five years", Gibbs said without hesitating. I was flabbergasted. My tongue ran away from me.

"Wow", Tom whistled. "Told ya they were practically married. So true love does exist." And he laughed.

"Well…" Gibbs was looking at me, but I had suddenly begun to slowly evolve into a paralyzed idiot.

"Mind if we join ya?" Tom asked, "we're waiting on two other friends of ours, but this place is boring as it is. Conversation is wanting. Maybe you two can give us some tips on how to stay as deeply involved as you two seem."

I looked at Gibbs and he gazed back at me.

"Sure", we both said, smiling.

I mean, what harm could come out of such a meeting? Besides, it wasn't as if I actually had feelings for him. Or we were truly in love. I wanted to laugh as Tom and his partner Jack pulled up two chairs to sit beside us.

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A/N = [I know it was a bit brief and not so descriptive, but I've heard that people love conversation and their eyes glaze over descriptions.]

Should I continue it?