Gibbs wiped his hands on the apron and surveyed the small mess in the kitchen. He'd spent most of the afternoon in the kitchen making a treat for Tony. It took him a month of weekend classes to be able to get the recipe just right ... but he was sure it was perfect.

"What's this?"

Gibbs turned when he heard Tony voice from the doorway. "Crostata Della Bisnonna," he said. "You mentioned your grandmother used to make this tart for you, so ... "

Tony was across the kitchen, arms around Gibbs. "Thank you," he whispered, kissing his husband gently.