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Sang-Froid - Tony Version
Tony eyed Gibbs’ door and wondered what the team would think if they knew he had a regular standing get together with Gibbs every Friday that they weren’t working a case and the occasional Tuesday if they couldn’t do Friday. He suspected Tim would be flabbergasted that he would choose to spend time with Gibbs outside of work. After all, who would want to spend more time with a bastard.
Abby. Abby, might understand. She mostly saw Gibbs as a teddy bear. Ziva wouldn’t understand. She took Tony’s playboy attitude as a given and would assume that anytime Gibbs and he would spend together would be with Tony getting head slapped for some stupid playboy comment.
Tony suspected that Ducky would understand the best. Ducky’s mellow attitude in autopsy and his lengthy stories indicated a mind that appreciated sang-froid. Despite their behavior in the office, at Gibbs’ house, they shared a peace that Tony didn’t know how to describe. It wasn’t personal.
They didn’t cuddle, give each other cutesy gifts or anything like that. They were friends and that was enough for them. The weeks that they didn’t have time alone together were always the hardest. Something about the time spent together, not talking, not touching, provided Tony with sang-froid that he couldn’t get any other way.
He thought the same was true of Gibbs as Gibbs’ growl and bark always grew worse when they were denied their regular get togethers. He’d never confirmed that. It would have ruined their sang-froid.