"DiNozzo."
"Yes, Boss?" Tony looked up.
"Why are you still here, it's nearly 22:00?"
"Just trying to finish this. He straightened as Gibbs glared at him.
"It's Christmas Eve, DiNozzo. Go home."
"But ..."
"No buts. Home, now!" He turned away.
Tony sighed. He wasn't going to argue with Gibbs, not tonight.
Ten minutes later he was in his car, waiting for the text to arrive. The mobile vibrated.
Good call, Tony. I'll see you at home.
He turned the mobile off. With luck he'd get to Gibbs's house first. The best way to spend Christmas Eve was in Gibbs's arms.
Author's Chapter Notes:
A Christmas Drabble, schmoop