Tony whistled as he left Vance's office beside a scowling Gibbs. The director had issued a…well directive…and Tony was honor bound to follow it to the letter. "Ready to go?" he asked, unable to hide his smirk. "Time's a wasting, Boss."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Gibbs asked in a growl and Tony nodded. Not only was he enjoying the hell out of Gibbs' annoyance; it was gonna be fun.

"I am," Tony allowed. This was like his birthday and Christmas wrapped up into a package. And he had Vance's NCIS issued credit card and his orders. "We have only four hours to get you in shape and to the studio, Gibbs. Come on!"

Gibbs grumbled and Tony was half-sure he heard something about why hadn't they caught a case. As they went down the stairs to the squad room, Gibbs' eyes fixed on a point above all the other agents heads. He stopped at his desk. "Grab your gear, Tony. With me."

"Do we have a case?" McGee answered, half out of his chair.

"Special assignment for the director, McGoo," Tony shot back.

"Be gone for the rest of the day," Gibbs put in. Tony noticed that he didn't meet Ziva's or McGee's eyes. Yeah, Gibbs was uncomfortable, but Tony was going to enjoy the hell out of this.

"Where are you going?" McGee asked, trying again.

"Director's pets, McNosey," Tony retorted. He'd spill to Abby, but not McGee or Ziva. And only when Tony had the evidence in his hot little hands.

When they were in the elevator, Gibbs rounded on him. "Do you have any idea how much I hate this?"

"Yup," Tony agreed, unable to stop grinning. "About as much as I love it. Suck it up and deal with it, Marine. You're getting some new clothes."

"Not. Won't be mine."

"If you look good, maybe I'll buy 'em from NCIS." Gibbs snorted at that and Tony grinned again. Being tasked with getting Gibbs dressed for a PR photo shoot was Tony's idea of heaven, even if it was hell on earth for Gibbs.

"Okay, here's our plan," Tony said, formulating his attack. "Three outfits, at least one suit. We need underwear first."

"Tony my underwear is fine. You have no complaints." Gibbs' patience was clearly wearing thin, the exasperated note in his voice was able to be heard loud and clear.

"Yeah, I know. Fine shapeless boxers. No, not happening. You want to wear a pair of my boxer briefs or go shopping for some new ones?"

"I'm not wearing your goddamned used underwear, DiNozzo. Go to Sears and I'll—"

"No way. La Perla makes these boxer briefs. We'll grab some of those. Or maybe Hanro. I think I can get some silk boxer briefs…"

"DiNozzo," Gibbs warned, his hand twitching.

"Vance put me in charge, Bossman. Let me work my magic." When Gibbs only sighed, his thunderous expression not changing, Tony continued. "We don't have time for tailoring, so we'll have to make do with what we can find off the rack. Don't worry, Gibbs. I have it all under control."

Tony reached into Gibbs' pocket, pulling out his keys with a smile that he figured was quite Gibbslike. This could be fun. "What name do you like better? Armani? Versace? Maybe Boss?"

Gibbs blinked at Tony as if he was speaking a different language and Tony grinned. "Leave it to me, Boss. I've got it all under control."

Tony drove like a madman to a very upscale department store in a very upscale mall, Gibbs sitting stone faced beside him. "Don't worry, Boss. I'll make this as painless as possible."

When Gibbs only grunted, Tony sighed. Bossman would come around; he had to. And if he didn't, well, Tony had ways to make things happen and cheer Gibbs up.

"Underwear first," Tony said, leading Gibbs through the store. He could feel Gibbs' irritation with every step they took and the entire situation was kind of turning Tony on. The fact that Vance had put him in charge, the fact that Gibbs was so damned sullen, the knowledge that Tony would dress Gibbs head to toe, it was all combining to get Tony really revved up.

He stopped in front of the underwear display, looking through briefs, bikinis, packets of boxers, until he found just what he needed. Gibbs was gonna look so sexy in these! "Underwear done," Tony announced with a purposeful nod. "What kind of socks do you have on?"

When Gibbs didn't immediately answer, Tony dropped to his knees, looking up at Gibbs. "I'm going to look," he said, taking Gibbs' leg in his hand and pulling the pants up. Gibbs' normal everyday socks would be just fine, and Tony wouldn't worry about shoes until he knew what suit looked the best on Gibbs.

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"Tony?" Gibbs called out and Tony realized he'd zoned out. He moved closer, seeing Gibbs petting the sleeve of a blazer. "What do you think?"

Tony's eyes widened as he got a close look at the suit and he nodded, holding it out at arm's length. The black wool just felt expensive and luxurious and when Tony looked to see who the designer was, he wasn't at all surprised. "Armani."

"You impressed?" Gibbs asked, giving the appearance that he wasn't clued in at all, but there was something in his eyes that alerted Tony.

"I am. You are too, I think. You either know the designer or saw the price."

"Maybe both," Gibbs shot back.

"Let's get your size organized and try it on. With the underwear."

"Not paid for you," Gibbs replied with a smirk.

"Will be. And I want to see how they look on you."

"That all you want to do?" Gibbs asked. "See how they look on me?"

Tony'd never had Gibbs' full charm turned on him and they sure as hell had never flirted with such meaning before. He could see why the women flocked to Gibbs despite the divorces and the whole functional mute thing. Tony was a guy pretty firmly in charge of his destiny and yet with Gibbs everything changed. They weren't on an even playing field. Hell, they weren't even on the same playing field. Tony was a kid who'd been cut from Pop Warner while Gibbs was a Superbowl-winning quarterback.

Tony hadn't been prepared for this; hadn't set up his defenses and now that Gibbs had him in his sights, all Tony could do was nod, wide eyed, shocked, stunned.

And in a hell of a lot of trouble. What Gibbs wanted, Gibbs got. He'd move heaven and earth to make things happen. And Tony suspected Gibbs wanted him.

"Answer me," Gibbs said softly and Tony's mouth opened before he'd even registered what he was doing.

"Depends on you, Boss." That seductive sound couldn't be coming out of Tony's mouth, could it?

"Thought you'd see things my way," Gibbs shot back, that damned smirk on his face.