A/N: Okay, this is my first story – ever! I do not have a beta, so all mistakes are mine. This will definitely be Tibbs slash, but I'm not really sure where I'm going with the story. Your feedback will help me decide where to go, so please review and share your ideas.

Of course, the characters ARE NOT mine, and I'm not making a penny from this. I got inspired (mostly by needtoknow400) and a plot bunny showed up out of the blue.

Okay, here it goes…

"Pizza and Possibilities"

Chapter 1 - Observations

There are two things in his life where NCIS Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo has the worst luck – cars and relationships. He just can't seem to keep either one of them for very long. His beloved blue '91 Corvette was stolen and then destroyed during a police chase on national television. Just a few years later his green '66 Mustang was blown up, thankfully without him in it! His latest Corvette, a flame red '76 T-top, with an LS1 engine and side pipes has been his pride and joy for the last four years. Maybe at least his luck with cars was changing for the better.

Tony DiNozzo is not afraid of commitment as everyone thinks. He knows what, or more specifically who, he wants. The problem is his fear of telling that person how he feels; that person being the one and only Leroy Jethro Gibbs! After working with the man for nearly a decade, it hit Tony totally out of the blue a couple of years ago that he was head over heels in love with his male, ex-Marine sniper, self-professed bastard boss. God, how did that happen?

Tony knew there was no chance in hell that Gibbs would or could have feelings for him. Sure, they were friends, but Gibbs never showed a predilection for anything other than red-headed replacements for Shannon; the only true love of his life. No one, other than MAYBE Ducky, knew why his three ex-wives left him. Gibbs never really talked about them, but he also never seemed too broken up by the divorces either, except, of course about the ridiculous amount of alimony he paid.

Tony knew that Gibbs wasn't homophobic, but he didn't know if Gibbs would want to keep him on his team knowing how Tony felt about him. The rejection and possible damage to their friendship would kill him. He would also have to leave the only place he considered home. If Gibbs found out and shot him down, there was no way Tony could work with him; it would be too difficult feeling the rejection day after day. So, he kept his mouth shut and did his best not to give any hint that he was anything but a 100% red-blooded heterosexual man.

Then, there was the whole mess with Jeanne a few years ago. Tony really tried to love her, but he just couldn't give up on his dream; the fantasy of being with Gibbs that he could never shake. Even if the whole relationship with Jeanne had been real to begin with, and not all based on a lie, Tony never believed that he would find true happiness with her. He felt like hell for the pain he put her through. He still thought about Jeanne from time to time, and he really hoped that she had found a life with someone who deserved her.

Tony has suffered for two years knowing that he could never have "The One", so he settled for dating - a lot. His dates were typically tall, beautiful women. He never dated a woman more than a few times, always letting them know from the start that he wasn't looking for a relationship; just a good time. He dated men on occasion if one caught his eye. Tony was very selective when it came to men, though. They had to be older with gray hair and blue eyes, no exceptions. More often than not, though, they were brief encounters at a club. Rarely did Tony leave a club with a man. If he did, it was for nothing more than a one-night stand, a point he made very clear. He could close his eyes and pretend, for a little while at least, that it was Gibbs in his bed, not some poor substitute for the real thing.

Every Monday morning in the bullpen was the same. Tony would saunter in, whistling, and begin regaling Tim and Ziva with details about his latest conquest. Of course, even if he had been with a man he would lead them to believe he had spent the weekend with some beautiful woman. He could never let them know that he was bisexual and always had been. The only person who knew was Abby, and only because he ran into her one night years ago at a club. Abby was, of course, totally cool with it and supportive. She understood that Tony did not want anyone to know. Being anything other than 100% straight in law enforcement, and especially working so closely with the military, could be dangerous to his health, if not his life. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" may have been repealed, but biases and prejudices didn't magically go away.

"Tony, do you think you will ever find someone you want to share your life with for more than a weekend," Ziva asked with a look of disapproval, "or will you just continue to use women and then throw them away?"

Tony shrugged. "I don't know, Ziva. I don't think there's anyone out there who would want me around long-term anyway. I don't lead them on that I want more than a good time. They all know exactly what they're getting into."

"Oh come on!" exclaimed McGee as he powered up his computer. "You've dated half of the women in DC. Are you seriously telling me that NONE of them want to become Mrs. Anthony DiNozzo?"

"None that I've met," Tony snapped before taking a deep breath. "Sorry, Probie, I didn't mean to snap at you. Just can't really see long-term. Can't seem to find anyone who has what I am looking for." Tony sank down into his chair with a heavy sign, running a hand down his face.

Before McGee could ask what exactly he was looking for, Gibbs barked, "Don't any of you have anything better to do than worry about DiNozzo's love life? I would suggest you get to work on the cold cases I left on your desks, or there is always filing to do." A chorus of "yes, boss" rang out, and Gibbs watched as his team began diligently working on their assignments.

A while later Tony looked up to see Gibbs staring at him with a concerned expression on his face. Tony gave Gibbs a weak grin and a slight nod. Gibbs tilted his head to the side and continued to give Tony a questioning look. Tony's eyes grew wide as Gibbs gave him one of his patented crooked half-smiles and a wink before returning to the ever-growing mountain of paperwork on his desk.

Gibbs knew that Tony wasn't his "normal" self. Something was off, and had been for several weeks. His smile was forced, and his usual ready wit was lacking. He was trying too hard to play up his over-sexed, frat boy persona. Although McGee and Ziva couldn't see it, Gibbs knew. Gibbs always thought Tony's stories were a bit over the top, like he was saying what everyone expected.

After two hours of paperwork and staring at his monitor Gibbs was about to go crazy. He decided a coffee run was in order. "DiNozzo, you're with me." Tony had been concentrating on the forensic evidence in the cold case file he was working on, and nearly fell out of his chair at Gibbs' barked order. The "on your six, boss" was his automatic response as he grabbed his gun and badge out of the drawer and joined Gibbs in the elevator.

They rode the elevator down and walked to the coffee kiosk up the street without speaking a word to each other. Once they both had their coffee in hand, Gibbs quietly asked, "What's on your mind, Tony?" Tony? Tony's eyebrows shot up at that. Gibbs usually settled for calling him DiNozzo both at and away from work. Gibbs led Tony to a nearby bench and both men sat down.

"What do you mean, boss?" Tony was suddenly nervous and looked down at his feet.

"I dunno, DiNozzo," said Gibbs while giving Tony a concerned look. DiNozzo? Now that's more like it Tony thought as he took in Gibbs expression. "You seem a little down lately, and you seemed pretty upset after Tim and Ziva's comments this morning."

"Didn't know you care about my love life, Gibbs," Tony practically whispered. Tony suddenly felt off kilter. Gibbs had never gotten involved in anyone's personal problems, well, except for maybe chasing off some loser Abby couldn't deal with. Tony knew that Gibbs cared about his team, Abby, Ducky and even Palmer included. He just never offered his ear or advice unless he was asked.

"I can always tell when something's bothering you. Anything you want to talk about? "

Surprised by Gibbs comment, Tony snickered. "How much time you got, boss?" Tony then sighed, his brow furrowing, "I wouldn't even know where to start. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're the last person I could talk to, boss. Nothing personal, boss, but…" Gibbs cut Tony off before the inevitable rambling started. He tapped a finger under Tony's chin to get him to look up at him.

"I think I know you better than anyone, Tony, so if you change your mind, I'm willing to listen. You can trust me, Tony, no matter what. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know, and thanks, boss. Means a lot," Tony said with a heavy sigh. He desperately wished he could summon up the courage to just tell Gibbs how he felt, but he was terrified of risking their friendship.

They sat quietly for a few minutes of quietly sipping, or in Gibbs' case chugging, their coffee. "We better get back and take something back for Ziva and McGee," Gibbs said with a snicker. "Besides, I need a refill." That would be his third venti of the day, and it wasn't even noon yet.

Tony chuckled and exclaimed, "You need help, Gibbs! I don't know anyone who can drink as much coffee as you do." Gibbs chuckled and delivered a softer than usual head slap. "Thanks, boss!" The two men stood and walked back to the kiosk getting a green tea for Ziva and a large, black coffee for McGee before heading back to the bullpen.

The day dragged on with no new case to break the monotony of working on cold cases. The whole team, Gibbs included, kept eyeing the clock, willing the day to be over. Finally, at 4:00, Gibbs decided they had all had enough. His own eyes were dried out from reading reports and files. "Okay, people. Get out of here. Back at 0800." The three agents all turned and gaped at Gibbs. None of them could remember the last time they got to call it a day early, if ever. Not willing to pass up an opportunity, they powered down their computers and began gathering their guns and badges as they prepared to leave.

Tim and Ziva both said their 'good nights" and headed to the elevator as quickly as they could. Tony picked up his backpack and turned around. He flinched when he found himself mere inches from Gibbs. 'How'd he get over here so fast?', Tony wondered.

"You got plans tonight, DiNozzo?"

"Nope. It's a school night, so probably pizza or Chinese takeout in front of the TV." Tony swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous again. "You have big plans, boss, or just working on the boat?"

"Nope, no boat tonight. Thought we could grab a bite and talk," Gibbs said, his voice trailing off.

"Talk?" Tony asked, his eyes wide with shock.

"Yeah, DiNozzo, I do know how!" Gibbs retorted while trying to give Tony his best glare, but he couldn't hide the smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. Tony just chuckled and shook his head.

"Well then, how about my place at 7:00? I'll order pizza and you bring the beer. I think the Nationals are playing tonight." Tony found himself holding his breath, not sure he wanted Gibbs to accept. Could he handle having Gibbs alone in his apartment?

"Sounds good. I'll run home and be over." Gibbs gave Tony another crooked half-smile before turning and making his way to the elevator.

Tony released the breath he had been holding, his shoulders slumping as he stood there for several minutes, wanting to head slap himself. "Can you be a bigger idiot, DiNozzo?" he growled at himself. "Just keep your damn hands to yourself, and don't say or do anything stupid." Yeah, good luck with that he thought, dropping his head forward with a sign.

By the time Tony finally made it to the parking garage, he was really looking forward to a long, hot shower. Sitting at his desk all day, instead of being out in the field, was tiring and left him stiff and sore. Tony sang along to the radio as he drove home, drumming out a beat on the steering wheel. He pulled into his parking space, grabbed his backpack, and headed up the walk to his building. He climbed the stairs to the third floor and headed down the hall to his apartment. He was more than a bit surprised to find a bouquet of flowers leaning against his door. Greg, the guy he was out with Saturday night, didn't seem like the candy and flowers type. Tony frowned then picked up the flowers and searched for a card. A plain white card fell out. Written in elegant handwriting were the words "You Will Be Mine, Soon!"

Stunned, Tony dropped the flowers as his hand went to the Sig holstered on his right hip. Looking around and seeing that no one was there, he quickly unlocked his door and stepped into his apartment. He turned and picked up the flowers, curious who might have sent them. The card did not have the name of a florist on it. He reached to his left and switched on the light, then locked the deadbolt on his door and headed into his kitchen. He put the flowers in a vase he found under the sink, filled it with water and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

Tony frowned at the flowers again before heading down the hall to his bedroom, switching the TV on as he walked by it. Stepping into the en suite bathroom, Tony turned on the shower before stripping out of his clothes and tossing them in the hamper. He climbed into the shower and allowed the hot water to cascade down his back and soothe his aching muscles. After twenty minutes, he turned off the cooling water and grabbed a big fluffy towel from the heated towel rack. He dried himself off and finger-combed his hair into its usual spiked style before heading back into the bedroom. He dressed quickly in his favorite Ohio State sweatpants and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. He had about 45 minutes before Gibbs showed up. He slipped on a pair of thick, warm socks before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge then plopped down onto the couch and picked up the remote and started searching for the game. The 52-inch flat screen was the focal point of his living room. God, he loved his TV! Now, nothing to do but wait - and worry.