Tony kept glancing up from his work to watch you digging through paperwork. You were new to the team and this was your first case with them but you were no stranger to field work. Gibbs himself had recruited you from the FBI convinced you would be a better fit at NCIS. So far you seemed competent though you were a little quiet for Tony's liking. There was also a weird dynamic between you and Gibbs he hadn't figured out yet.

Gibbs was in MTAC while the rest of the team dug through evidence that had already been gone over twice trying to find what they needed to arrest the man they were all sure was guilty of the crime. You hopped to your feet grabbing Tony's attention once more. You snatched a file off your desk and hurried over to sit in Gibbs chair while you sorted through the paperwork on the boss's desk.

Oh God. Tony kind of liked you. He didn't want you getting killed on your first case. "Probie, what are you doing?"

You ignored him as you continued to dig through files.

"Y/N," he hissed again.

You marked your place with your finger and glanced up at him clearly annoyed at the interruption.

Were you nuts? "What the hell are you doing? Get out of Gibbs' chair."

You rolled your eyes. "It's fine, Tony."

No. No, it wasn't.

"Um...you know how much I hate to agree with Tony, Y/N, but I really wouldn't sit there if I were you," McGee added.

"They speak the truth. Gibbs is very protective of his chair. And his desk," Ziva whispered from beside you. "It would perhaps be in your best interest to return to your desk with the papers you need."

"Noted." Your voice was little more than a mumble as you yanked a stack of papers out of the middle of the pile and scanned through them before grabbing the sheets you'd carried over with you. It appeared you were comparing the two documents. And you'd found something if the expression on your face was any indication. Tony winced as Gibbs stepped into the bullpen. Your grin wasn't going to last long.

"Hey, boss. We tried to tell her, but she's new, you know? Take it easy on her would you?" Tony stammered out.

"It's fine, DiNozzo," Gibbs answered and you glanced up.

Tony's gaze narrowed as Gibbs handed you a cup of coffee before grabbing your chair and wheeling it over to sit beside you. "What've you got?"

You slid the papers toward him. "His financials. Two accounts. Business and Personal."

"We already went over his financials. It was a dead end," Tim argued. "It only backed up his story."

You shrugged. "You didn't look back far enough."

"Lay it out for me, Y/N. What am I looking at here?" Gibbs instructed.

"Two weeks before the murder both cards were used within an hour of each other. 300 miles apart. One at a gas station, one at a restaurant."

"Lincoln said he was the only one with access to the accounts," Tony added.

"Are you implying the suspect lied to us, Tony? I'm appalled." You placed your hand to your chest in faux surprise.

He glared at you. This is what you did. You were always so damned quiet but when you talked, it always seemed to be a smart remark directed at him. "Ha, ha, Y/L/N. You're a riot."

"Y/L/N, McGee, go pick him up."

You hopped to your feet and went over to grab your gear.

"Nice work, Y/L/N," Gibbs said as he pushed your chair back to you.

You grinned as you snagged it and shoved it under your desk. "See you when we get back, boss."

Tony waited until they were out of sight before looking at Gibbs. "Does this mean we can all sit in your chair now, boss?" The look the other man gave him had Tony wishing he could disappear. "I'll take that as a no."

"Get back to work, DiNozzo."

***

You and McGee managed to bring the suspect Jonathan Morgan in with no hassle. He still seemed to think he could talk his way out of trouble. The team stood in the observations room watching Gibbs getting nowhere with Morgan. Tony had seen Gibbs pull some incredible tricks in his interrogations, but he didn't think any of them were going to work this time.

Tony noticed you pull out your phone and type quickly. Almost immediately Gibbs' shoulders went tight in irritation as he glanced at his phone. Surely you weren't that stupid, but he was at the wrong angle to see the screen of your phone.

"Did you just text Gibbs during an interrogation?" Ziva, who was in a much better position, asked looking between you and the boss.

"Yeah. What of it?" you shrugged and stepped out of the room.

Tony's chest actually went tight at that. He wondered if there were any spare boxes in the copy room for you to pack your stuff in. There was no way Gibbs wasn't firing you now. "Rule 22. Never bother Gibbs during an interrogation," Tony said with a grimace.

Ziva frowned. "I thought that was seventeen."

"No. That's never interrupt Gibbs during an interrogation. Two different things. At least she didn't break that one. Could you imagine?" Tim said with a laugh of disbelief.

Just the thought was enough to send a chill up Tony's spine. Texting was one thing, but actually going in and interrupting his interrogation? You'd be fired on the spot even if Gibbs did recruit you himself.

Less than five minutes passed before the interrogation room door opened to reveal you with your hands full of food. Tony smacked McGee on the arm and pointed. Tim's mouth dropped open in a mirror of his own.

You placed everything in your arms on the table.

"What do you want, Y/L/N?" Gibbs snapped.

You shrugged and chomped a piece a gum. "Boss says he's got to eat. I'm here to feed him."

Gibbs huffed in irritation. "Fine. I'm taking a break. Let me know when he's done." He stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Almost immediately he was in the observation room with the rest of them.

Tony's eyes never left you. In the short time since you'd left his presence, you'd changed into heels, a skirt and a men's button up shirt. You'd tied the shirt at your waist and left the top three buttons undone. The skirt was far shorter than what would be considered professional and he turned his head to get a better look.

A sharp slap to the back of his head had him jerking forward. He cringed and frowned at his boss.

"Quit looking at her legs, DiNozzo. And pay attention. You might learn something."

***

Tony leaned back in his chair and played with a pen as his gaze ran between you and Gibbs. The two of you had to be dating. There was no other explanation as to why you weren't only still employed but Gibbs was praising the information you'd gotten from Morgan. And not one comment had been made about you interrupting his own questioning.

Only good sex would make a man act like that Tony decided. He grimaced at the image that flashed through his head. Ugh. Yeah, he wasn't going to think about that again. Tony watched as you signed off on some paperwork and reached for your coffee. You frowned when you found it empty and tossed the cup in the trash. Heading to Gibbs's desk, you handed him the file before grabbing his coffee and taking a swallow.

Tony dropped forward, his eyes wide as he waited for the retaliation. You placed the cup back on his desk and grinned. Gibbs simply smiled back and gave a shake of his head. Tony was on his feet before he could think better of it. "Okay, what the hell is going on around here? This is chaos and I won't stand for it." Everyone turned to look at him with various levels of confusion. "I won't," he repeated pointing his pen in the air for emphasis.

Gibbs licked his lips as he stood as well. "DiNozzo, what the hell are you talking about?"

Tony stepped out from behind his desk to the middle of floor and counted offenses on his fingers as he named them off. "First, she sits in your chair. Then she texts you during an interrogation. Then she physically interrupts the interrogation, wearing clothes no one else would get away with, might I add. And now she took a drink of your coffee. All of these are killing offenses Gibbs and you just smiled at her. You smiled."

As he took in the looks of those around him, it occurred to him that perhaps he'd been a bit more excitable than necessary. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. Gibbs blinked several times before tilting his head in consideration. "You can wear the skirt if you want to, DiNozzo, but I don't think you have the legs for it."

Before Tony could voice the protest on the tip of his tongue another voice interrupted.

"Would you really kill someone for drinking your coffee? I feel like you might," Tobias Fornell said as he stepped into the bullpen.

Gibbs simply frowned at the FBI agent but Y/N grinned at him. "I'm sure that was just a vicious rumor."

"What are you doing here, Fornell? She works for me now, remember?" Gibbs grumbled.

Fornell lifted a brow. "I heard she finished her first case with NCIS. I thought I'd take her out to dinner to celebrate."

"And convince her to come back to the FBI?" Gibbs crossed his arms and shook his head. "I don't think so."

Tim and Ziva came to stand beside Tony. "What is going on?" the female agent whispered.

"I have no idea," Tony replied. And if he was honest, that terrified him.

"You can't keep me from seeing her just because she works for you now, Gibbs." The FBI agent stepped forward, his frown deepening.

Gibbs stepped forward as well bringing them within swinging distance of one another. Tony's shoulders went tight as he watched this scene play out. A glance at you showed you to be extremely irritated but otherwise at ease. If Tony didn't know any better, he'd say you'd seen this before and often. Were you dating both of them? Really? You?

"I can keep her from seeing you because I'm her father," Gibbs snapped.

"Well, so am I," Fornell snapped right back.

What just happened?

You sighed. "Are you two finished?"

The two older men turned to look at her and she shifted her attention to Fornell. "Pop, Dad and I were going to have steak and beer at his house. You're welcome to join us."

The men eyed one another before Fornell nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Gibbs nodded as well. "Okay, then." And like that the tension dissolved.

Ziva stepped forward. "Excuse me, but what just happened? I'm afraid I don't understand."

Gibbs and Fornell both smiled slightly as you shook your head with a roll of your eyes. "Gibbs married my mom. After they got divorced, Tobias married her. I kept the step-fathers in the divorce. So, Dad and Pop." She gestured to the respective men in turn.

"Wait, so Y/N's available?" Tony knew the moment the words left his mouth they were a mistake. He grimaced as you and your fathers all yelled his name in unison. "Yeah, sorry."

After the three of you gave him a glare for good measure you moved toward the elevator. The last thing Tony heard before the door slid shut was your voice. "If you two don't knock it off I'm transferring to the CIA."