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There were only two requirements for these fics; 1) they be short and 2) the include the name of the cocktail as well as the ingredients in the story. This is my take on the drinks! *snickers*

3 Base Hit

Gibbs walked in the bar, hoping he had the right one this time. He'd lost count of the number he'd been to while looking for Tony. He needed to find the younger man before Tony did something that they would regret.

He hadn't been given a chance to react to the words that had come out of Tony's mouth before the younger man had run off mumbling senselessly about pain killers…pod people…and aliens taking control of his body. Gibbs knew that his silence had sent the man running, but in his defense, he was surprised.

Nothing had prepared Gibbs for Tony's confession that he was attracted to Gibbs, had been for years, and had in fact, fallen for him; and maybe it was time that they did something about that. However, Gibbs had every intention of rectifying the situation as soon as he found Tony.

Inside the bar, Gibbs looked to his left and he spotted Tony. Blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he saw the patron beside Tony buy him another round of whatever they were drinking.

Tony never noticed Gibbs approach or the look that he gave his bar stool buddy that caused said buddy to quake in his expensive leather loafers before vacating his seat in a flash. Gibbs sat down and downed the drink that had been so graciously purchased by the asshole that had tried to touch what was his…or was going to be very soon.

Shuddering as the flavor of the drink hit him, "What the hell is this?"

Tony started as he realized the man he had been hiding from had found him. Swallowing, he answered. "It's called a 3 Base Hit. Made with strawberry and orange liqueur and crème de banana." Looking at Gibbs through his lashes, he waited for the blow back from his wayward mouth earlier this evening.

Gibbs watched the man and could see Tony brace for what he was sure was going to be a rejection and perhaps worse. Later, much later, Gibbs was going to have to give him hell about assuming, but for right now, he knew that his actions needed to say far more than his words could.

He leaned over, his lips brushing the shell of Tony's ear as his hand possessively grabbed the younger man's cock. "I'd prefer a home run."

8 Ball

Tony leaned over the pool table, lining up his cue, but truthfully, he had stopped caring about the game as soon as he had seen the way Gibbs was eyeing his ass. Never one to squander an opportunity, Tony made sure that with every shot he was posed artfully and bent over the table. Judging by the bulge in the older man's pants, his actions were having the desired effect.

Originally, he had been surprised that Gibbs had agreed to go for a drink and a game of pool but then again this wouldn't be the first time the older man had surprised him. For too long he had denied the pull towards Gibbs and now…seeing the lust in his blue eyes - Tony knew it was time to make a move and right now that involved shaking his ass.

Tony signaled the bartender for two specials before he remembered that it was a pool themed night but shrugged as the drinks were brought over.

"Here you go, sir, two 8 Balls." The server placed them on their drink table, trying not to laugh at their bemused expressions. "I take it you have no idea what this is?"

Both men silently shook their heads, almost afraid to touch the glasses.

"Well, it's a combination of coconut flavored rum, peach schnapps, raspberry liqueur, vodka, cranberry juice cocktail, sour mix, a splash of lemon-lime soda with another splash of grenadine."

"Thanks…" Tony spoke absently as she walked away chuckling.

He looked over at Gibbs and gestured at the drinks. "Should we?"

Gibbs looked at Tony, taking in the tight jeans that accentuated every inch of the man; every inch that he wanted to explore…kiss…taste. So no, he had no desire to drink the crap that had been set on the table.

Stepping into the Tony's personal space, ready to take the leap since they both wanted the same things and were willing to give it their all, Gibbs spoke, "No…but I think we need to pay our bill, get in my car and go home. And then I show you what your ass has been doing to me all night…over and over again."

Tony could only nod, unable to form a word as he pictured with great clarity, everything that was being offered.

"Good, I have a lot of years to make up for…gonna take some time." Gibbs led the younger man out of the bar.

Anise Almond Coffee

Tony took another drink of the concoction that Abby had pushed on him, rather forcefully actually, and found that he was enjoying it more than he had expected. Looking around the room, he was pleased to see that Ellie was fitting in quite nicely and talking with the nuns.

He had wondered about the sudden need for a get together. In fact Ducky had seemed quite irate when he suggested that he might not be able to attend so he quickly amended that. Now he was feeling quite relaxed and enjoying this…what did she call it? Anise Almond Coffee, he remembered.

He hadn't expected to like it since he wasn't fond of licorice, however the combination of Amaretto, Crème de Cacoa-dark, Sambuca and last but not least coffee was spectacular. He was going to have to get Gibbs to try it if he actually showed up.

That was why he hadn't wanted to come…being in a social setting with Gibbs wasn't something he thought he could do. Falling for the man hadn't been in the cards and it was becoming increasingly difficult to continue to hide it from everyone. As much as he loved going undercover, living that way was taking its toll.

Hearing Abby's excited squeal he knew that the older man had actually shown up. He headed over to the makeshift bar, asked for another drink feeling the need for a little more fortification, and took a deep breath before downing it quickly.

He hadn't noticed the man sneak up behind him or the fact that the blue eyes were drinking him in, if he had turned around, he would have seen the desire that mirrored his own, but instead he asked for another drink.

Gibbs smelled the coffee aroma that was permeating around Tony moving closer to drink it in. He wanted to taste it …from Tony…he was tired of fighting this…maybe it was time to take what he wanted. He had seen looks that Tony had given him and had ignored them, but now…he wanted it all.

Making a quick decision as Tony set down his glass he grabbed the younger man and pushed him into the coat closet…hell there was time for romance later…right now it was about need…hunger…and desire…the closet would work just fine.

Pushing the younger man against the inside wall and without hesitation, he took what was his. Their lips met and any surprise that Tony had was quickly replaced with relief and then the deep seeded desire that he had denied for years took over.

Outside the closet door, the two that had orchestrated this whole scenario, sighed with relief that finally…finally they had managed to accomplish getting the two stubborn idiots together.

"Coffee."

"We should have suspected that would be the key to it all Abigail. Rather a shame that it took us so long to try Gibbs drug of choice." Ducky shook his head.

Abby grinned at the door. "Coffee ala Tony."