Category: NCIS angsty-hurt/comfort/slash fic

Rating: PG for some scenes

Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo/Ducky

Series: Yes

Spoilers: None � not canon

Summary: Repeat after me: You do *not* skip breakfast!

Archive: Just tell me where it�s going

Additional �stuff�: Might not be medically accurate. Set in my Moving Day universe, so assume co-habitation

Title: Off the chart

6.45 am�

Gibbs grabbed for a slice of toast only to be distracted by the phone. He huffed as he listened, ended the call and yelled up the stairs: �Tony! We got a case. Get down here!�

While he waited, Gibbs called Kate, smiling inwardly at her sleepy responses, then Ducky, chatting for a short time, checking on Gerald, discussing Ducky�s new assistant before Tony slunk down the staircase, yawning widely.

�Gibbs, the guy�s dead, right? Can�t it wait until�� He saw Gibbs face and huffed crossly. �We�ll grab some breakfast at Kate�s. She always has tons of stuff.�

7.25 pm�

Kate was waiting outside her apartment and climbed in the back of the van, snarling at Tony�s teasing look from the front seat.

11.15 am�

�Uh�Kate�find if there�s a wife�or�uh�� Gibbs looked around the room, screwing his eyes up several times until the room stopped spinning.

Tony stared at Gibbs, concerned at the older man�s uncharacteristic hesitation.

��or�uh�a girl�friend�� Gibbs swallowed hard, shaking his head, hand reaching for the desk edge and missing by a mile.

Tony was already almost beside Gibbs as his legs gave way and he dropped against the younger man.

�Dammit Gibbs.� Tony muttered. Pulling the semi-conscious Gibbs onto the chair, he snapped: �Kate! Hold him! McGee! Get Ducky! NOW!�

Shocked, Kate�s hands shook as she supported Gibbs limp frame.

McGee dialed the basement office and spoke briefly with Ducky. He called across: �He�s on his way.�

Tony rifled Gibb�s desk drawer, pulling out a transparent plastic tube. He tore at the end and held it to Gibbs� lips. �Easy�I got it�that�s it.�

The glucose paste slid between Gibbs lips and he swallowed slowly, grimacing at the taste. �Tony�wha��

Tony sighed crossly. �We didn�t have any breakfast did we?�

Ducky arrived then and Tony stood back, face pale, eyes fixed on Gibbs.

�Skipped breakfast?� Ducky asked rhetorically. �Do I have to call you every morning to remind you?� He smiled, shaking his head as he watched the color return to Gibbs� cheeks at the same time as his eyes began to focus.

�Tony�?� Gibbs whispered.

�Right here *boss*.� Tony said firmly. Gibbs wasn�t yet himself and Tony didn�t want him to give the entire room cause for gossip.

Flinching as Ducky pricked his finger, Gibbs looked across at Kate. �Are you still here Agent Todd?!�

Rolling her eyes, Kate snagged her jacket. �Welcome back Gibbs.� As she left the room, the profiler in Kate remembered something. Smiling to herself, she whispered: �*We* didn�t have breakfast? That�s one way to save on rent.�

10.45 pm�

In a turnaround from their usual relative positions, Gibbs lay on the couch, head on Tony�s lap. Tony�s fingers carded the grey hair gently. �You�ve got a thing.�

Gibbs moved his hand to where Tony�s fingers rested. �Uh�baseball bat.�

�Sports injury?� Tony asked.

�Third wife injury.� Gibbs said grimly, remembering. His body shook as Tony chuckled.

�Did you forget to eat?�

�No.� Gibbs said, his tone suggesting the subject was closed.

Tony took the hint but he was still angry even after twelve hours. �Do that to me again and I�ll hit you with a baseball bat.�

Gibbs reached up, stroking Tony�s cheek gently. �I�m sorry I scared you.�

�You gotta eat. I don�t wanna lose you. Not like that.�

�You have a way you *want* to lose me?� Gibbs frowned, not sure he liked the turn the conversation was taking.

�Old age.� Tony said after what Gibbs thought was *way* too long a pause.

�You�re back on the age thing?! Tony�� Gibbs huffed. �I�m fifty-three. Happy now?�

Tony stared, wide-eyed. �You�re�wow! I thought you were...�

Gibbs scowled and tried to get up but Tony�s arm blocked him. �What?�

�Slowly Gibbs. At your age, sudden movement could cause permanent damage. You could pop a hip or�OWWW!!�

Gibbs� hand snapped across the back of Tony�s head. �At *your* age, comments like that could cause permanent brain damage!�

Tony smiled, reaching his arms around his lover. �You know, there is an advantage to you being�that age.�

�Which is?�

�A few more years, you can retire, I can have your job and you can stay home and take care of the cat.�

�We�re not getting a cat Tony.� Gibbs snarled.

�I saved your life today. You can buy me a cat.�

Gibbs closed his eyes for a long moment. �I *can* buy you a sports car. I�m not going to.�

Tony stuck out his lower lip and looked down at Gibbs with his best �kicked puppy� look. �You�re not going to?�

Gibbs� eyes narrowed. �You�re getting a cat Tony. Don�t push it.�

Tony�s face lit up into a smile. �Yay! And if you wanted to do the sports car thing��

End

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