Thurs – Dec 16th

Three days!

It's three days before his wedding and Tim is doing a bang up job of concentrating on the job he actually earns his paycheck from and not mentally focusing on the upcoming big day, the private ceremony at home with a justice of the peace officiating and the team along with Penny and Sarah to witness and help them celebrate. Even harder to keep off his mind are the romantic love filled nights and tender moment filled early mornings he's been experiencing at home.

Work comes first even if he is jittery with nerves because it took forever to find someone to officiate the ceremony for them or because he can barely think of the vows he wants to say to Leroy. It does bring a smile to his face though when he pictures he and Leroy finally married.

Hell, he's not even allowing himself to focus on how he's still in shock from his sister's wedding present to them! Never in a million years would he have guessed that she would even think to go that route for them! To be their Gestational Surrogate? There's just no words to describe how much that means to him! It's no wonder he's on cloud nine – what with all the love and support he and Leroy have gotten between Sarah, Penny and their NCIS friends and family!

*******NCIS*******

Gibbs finds it extremely hard to concentrate on work this morning. Paperwork first thing in the morning just sucks. But then again, it does give him the space to let his delicious memories out to play. He's so submersed in what Tim does to his heart that it doesn't even give him pause, to think this way now. He welcomes the replays when they come because they're always warm, inviting and filled with examples of all the ways the younger man loves him with all he's got to give.

***Flashback***

"Let go, luv, I've gotcha." Leroy coaxes Tim as he pumps his lover's throbbing muscle in his hand with all the careful gentleness he possess not too fast or hard but just the way Tim likes it, firm and quick enough to bring him to the release Tim's earned and needs. He knows the younger man is nearing his limit since they've been teasing each other seductively to the brink and back for over an hour now.

Caught up in the sensations rolling through him, Tim's too far gone to speak, his eyes closed fingers clenching the sheets as his physical body tenses up twitching and writhing restlessly for more. "ooh. Leroy! So good. Coming…."

His heart swelling with all kinds of emotions, Leroy watches with a renewed awe as Tim falls apart in his arms, with his touch, not holding anything back. Tim's orgasm ripples through him and sets him floating into space with the man he loves and trusts with his whole being there to catch him hold him and treasure him as he comes back down to earth. His emotions overflowing at the sight that always brings him joy, that of his love falling so completely apart like this because he trusts Leroy to never let go of him, the older man can barely breathe around the lump in his throat.

Snuggled with him now that he's come back down to earth, Leroy watches his beloved Tim sleep – admiring him in so many ways, deceptively sensitive – with a strength reinforced with steel at Tim's core – a strength that few have seen. The younger man he has fallen so deeply for – laughs and cries – hopes and dreams – promises and loves – in all parts completely and soul deep in honesty, resilience and trust in the goodness of others. Tim who trusts him to love him and keep his heart safe and unbroken because he's willing to love Leroy with equal strength and passion. Their forever is waiting for them and in just three days they'll be taking that first step into it. Leroy can't wait.

***End Flashback***

Three days. They're ready, thanks a great deal in part to Tim's sister and grandmother. Sarah's gift to them had opened up emotions both he and Tim had silently and subconsciously been burying, each trying to look out for the other, without any discussion about it at all. They've learned their lesson on that one and have become much closer for it. Having taken the envelope home with them and taken the time to pour over what she'd so diligently put together for them, it hadn't taken them long to decide they were in - completely. In fact, they've done one better and filled out every single piece of paper, crossed every 't' and dotted every 'I' and gone to the place where Sarah had begun to put the pieces together for them.

After much discussion and even a question and answer session with the right people, they've agreed that they needed to live as though tomorrow isn't promised to them – and to go ahead and bank their sperm while they were there – and officially signed up – instead of waiting until 'that' day that may not be. Now, all they need to do is let Sarah know that the perfect time will depend on her schedule because from the moment they tie the knot officially, they'll be ready, that, they've already agreed on, even if it does mean changing out Tim's new office for a nursery in nine or ten months or so. It's an announcement they plan to spring on her after they get back from their honeymoon.

With those pleasant thoughts swirling around in his head, Gibbs answers the phone on his desk as it shatters the silence. Putting the phone down with the rousing words that signify giving them their first call-out in days, he stands to his feet, grabbing his cold weather jacket off the chair as he grabs his weapon and badge. "Gear up." As he distractedly hurries out with his team mere moments later, he spares a thought to hope this one is a quick solve with no actual death involved. This close to his wedding, he's praying nothing will screw things up for himself and Tim.

**********NCIS************

Nodding at what he's being told at the moment by one of the employees under him, Tim moves on into the room, working his way through his department, one question or problem as it may be, at a time. It's his usual way of starting the day before he gets to his office and dives into what's waiting for him there. Once he's in the middle of that, an hour can go by without him coming up for air, so he likes to start with his team, knowing he's showing them that he's there for them first.

With a huff of silent laughter, he makes his way to his office now that he's got his people all settled into whatever they're working on. Settling in behind his desk, he sets his 'Leroy' phone down on the flat surface and signs onto his work station. He's got the usual two dozen emails to get through, each either asking for help or giving him an update on something he's helped with. As he sorts through them, time does fly and it's nearly ten before he's ready to check on his people again for their updates.

But first, he gives himself the space and a few moments to come up for air – and think some more over what he and Leroy have learned about the process that will allow them to become fathers in the not too far away future. It's amazing to him, that these possible alternatives are out there. They're both grateful that the IVF method is one that won't be any more difficult to find egg donors because that's the way they've decided to go since it's the most effective form of assisted reproductive technology.

Standing to his feet, he stretches his back and rolls his neck around on his shoulders to loosen the kinks as he mentally relishes that his life is now more than awesome and he's never been happier or more excited about the future. Settling back in his seat for a quick break, he scoops up his "Leroy" phone and rolls it in his palm. It's his way of focusing on his love for a moment in the midst of a busy day. Even now, his mind wanders back to just last night after work, a lazy, sensual experience in itself, with his loving Fiance' showing him without a shadow of a doubt, just how much he cherishes him.

**Flashback***

"Four days, lLeroy!" Tim exclaims excitedly as he descends the stairs to the basement, finding Leroy stretched out in the comfortable recliner they've put down there for such occasions as this.

From his spot already relaxing in the extra wide chair Leroy grins at him. It's contagious and Tim knows it. He feels it. He feels it even more when Leroy snags his hand as he comes closer and pulls him down to snuggle with him. With his hunger strewn across his expression, the older man swoops in for his first taste of the nectar he's after since he hasn't had any for hours.

It's not long before those beloved hands are searching, moving over every inch of Tim's upper body in blazing paths of lit nerve endings now. "So beautiful, luv." Leroy murmurs appreciatively amidst the kisses he's blazing a trail with all over Tim's jawline, neck and chest down to his nipples. "Need to taste of you – be one with you". As Leroy moves and stands to his feet to undress without any further wasted time, Tim's eyes take in every movement, his own libido very much aware of every inch of the beautiful man. He sees his lover watching him just as steadily, those gorgeous blue eyes filled with promise, hunger and the passion to mix it beautifully for Tim.

Wanting to touch him, Tim moves to get up, only to see his lover shake his head, asking him to stay put. It's not long before Leroy shows him why, his well-conditioned thighs moving to straddle his own, the hard lines of muscles as they flex when Leroy bends to kiss Tim's mouth while their groins settle next to each other, made easier by the earlier removal of Tim's pants and boxers. His hand lovingly holds Tim's head to his own when their mouths mesh in a heated dance, both of them moaning as the billowy cloud of pleasurable sensations fill both of their beings.

Tim revels in his lover's response to his unbridled passion for him - that low moan, rough with abject wanting and growing hunger. unleashing the heat and need within him, leaving him nearly breathless as the emotions climb through him like vines - from the soles of his feet to the deepest depths of his soul and even further - up into his throat. Without conscious thought, he arches upwards into his lover's touch, his head and shoulders the only part of him still touching the chair. Bowed tight enough to snap, Tim's soon wrapped securely in his lover's arms and laid back down, their multiple points of contact along their bodies still connected.

"Easy, luv. I've gotcha." Leroy croons to him as he continues to stir the fire's heat with loving attention delivered to Tim's sensitive nipples.

"Ooh, Leroy!" Tim moans in ecstasy. "Don't stop!"

As the sensations begin to overload him once more, his lover's hushed sexy voice encouraging him, a wave of heat uncurling between them. "Come for me, Tim."sends him flying once again with a shout.

"LEROY! "

**Flashback***

Swallowing hard, Tim fights to cruelly stave off his body's natural response to the erotic memory he's just had replay in his mind. Wiping a hand over his face, he mentally pushes all personal thoughts and memories back into the closet for the day, bringing his focus back to work. Once he's done that, he's ready to get back to work.

Still, while he gets to his feet, he can't help but smile. As he walks to his office door and opens it, he stows his 'Leroy phone' in his pants pocket, only to quickly bring it back out again when he feels it vibrate in his hand, signaling an incoming call or text.

With his heart up in his throat because Leroy never calls or texts him on this phone this early in the work day, Tim answers it. Sure enough, it's not his finance's voice on the other end of the line, but Tony's.

"Probie. Meet us at Bethesda. Now! Gibbs' been shot!"