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What Rules - Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

"Tony, just stop," you pleaded with your friend and co-worker. Your head rested in your hands as you rubbed your temples with your thumbs.

"Come on, Y/N," Tony prodded from where he was perched on the edge of your desk. "Just one date. You and John would be perfect together."

You leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. This had been going on for the last month. "Tony, I do not need your help finding a date. I only agreed to the last two because you wouldn't leave me alone about it. If I recall correctly, you said they were perfect for me as well."

He cleared his throat, his gaze darting down then back to you. "They were."

You arched a brow. "I'm actually concerned about what that means you think about me, DiNozzo. Richard was an ass--"

"He couldn't have been that bad."

"He hit on the waitress while I was in the restroom and slipped her his phone number. She told me before we left."

Tony grimaced. "Yeah, that does sound like Rich actually, but Steven—"

You held up a hand to cut him off. "Steven smelled like tuna. Not his breath, Tony. Him. All of him."

He blinked and, for once, appeared to be speechless. You patted his knee. "Thanks for thinking of me, but I can handle my own dating life. Ziva and I have to go question our vic's roommates. Their ship should be arriving any minute."

***

Tony just nodded, his gaze following the two of you as you hurried to the elevator. Once you'd disappeared from sight, he made his way over to McGee. "I'm worried about Y/N, Probie," he said.

McGee frowned at the financial record he was deciphering not really paying attention to what Tony was saying. "Why?" he asked, distracted.

"Because she spends all of her time alone or with one of us," he said. "It's not healthy."

"Well, you do keep setting her up with losers, Tony." His brow furrowed as he leaned toward the screen, still clearly distracted by the financial statement. "Besides, she likes Gibbs."

Tony tilted his head. "What was that, Probie?"

"What?" McGee asked, then froze as he realized what he'd just revealed. His eyes widened. "Nothing. I didn't say a word."

Tony looked around before leaning toward the other agent. "You said that Y/N likes Gibbs. Was that a guess or do you know something?"

"It was just a guess. Don't even know what made me say it. It's stupid and obviously not true at all if you think about it," he said quickly.

DiNozzo narrowed his eyes. "Abby," he said suddenly and strode toward the elevator.

"Tony," McGee snapped as he hurried after the senior agent. "Tony, stop."

Tim continued to plead and Tony continued to ignore him even as they walked into the lab.

Abby looked over in surprise. "Hey, guys. What's up?"

"How long has Y/N had a thing for Gibbs?" Tony asked.

Abby turned her head slowly to glare at McGee. "Timothy, I specifically told you not to say anything."

"It just sort of slipped out."

She turned back to Tony and pointed at him. "You better not say a word to Gibbs, Tony. I mean it."

"Better not say a word about what, Abs?" Gibbs asked as he walked into the room, Caf-Pow in hand.

"Nothing, boss. Abby was just telling us what she's getting you for Christmas this year," Tim rushed to get out.