Tony crept up behind Kate and Gibbs.

“Just because I shave my legs and not my face…”

The rest of the sentence that Kate yelled at Gibbs was lost as an image of Kate’s silky, long, tanned legs flashed in his mind as he heard her speak.

“You Claustrophobic?”

Gibbs asked, jolting Tony roughly back to the present.

“No.”

Gibbs walked away into the sunrise. How he could do that, having been stood next to something far more beautiful, DiNozzo would never know.

“I’m going?!”

Asked Kate, delight filling an undertone in her voice. Tony watched her as she observed Gibbs looking for a change in his body language to support her theory. He smiled lovingly at her, taking in the sight of the wintry rays picking out the details in her face. He watched intently, trying to etch the sight into his memory.

She looked up at him and smiled her simple smile, full of life and happiness.

Tony quickly changed his loving smile to his prize winning smile, so that she would not find out the truth about his feelings because she obviously didn’t feel the same, if those paper wads were anything to go by.

But he would change that.

Eventually.