A/N: The first chapter of my story consisted of one shots.
Age: Tony 6, Tim 3
Prompt: Stillwater a treehouse built by their grandfather.
The Gibblet adventures
"Daddy, Daddy!" 3-year old Timmy shouted as he run down the stairs into his grandpa's store in Stillwater.
"No running down the stairs Timothy." Gibbs scolded lightly and picked up his youngest and put him on his hip.
"But daddy…" Tim tried with big eyes.
"No buts Timothy. We'll go as soon as everybody is ready, not before that."
Tim answered with a pout. A few minutes later Tony and grandpa Jack were ready as well and the four of them headed out into the woods behind the store.
"When did you build it dad?" 6-year old Tony suddenly asked. He was a bit short for his age and skinny so the jeans overalls nearly fell of him bit he had insisted on wearing his dad's old clothes. The young boy had had a hard time coming over his mom's death a few years back and the then talkative kid had started quieting barely speaking at all. They had come a long way from there but it was still Tim who had more noise than Tony. The psychologist Gibbs had talked to had reassured him that it probably only was out of habit since they all had talked things trough and things had gotten better already a year and a half ago.
"Your grandpa and I built it when I was your age buddy. Dad, why don't you take this little rascal a while?" Gibbs said and handed his dad the excited 3-year old while he swung his older son up onto his shoulders. Tim the chatterbox never stopped talking during the walk but Tony kept quiet after the single question.
"Wow" Tony and Tim said simultaneously, seeing the old treehouse their grandpa and dad had built.
"Did you really build that dad?" Tony suddenly asked.
"Yeah buddy I did."
"Can we climb up?"
"Yeah buddy, as soon as I've checked that it at least is somewhat stable." Tony watched as his dad climbed up into the treehouse and started walking around checking the structure.
"The roof needs to be replaced, it's kind of rotten all over the place. A new deck needs to be built and we need to fix a more stable railing but otherwise it's in surprisingly good shape."
"Can we come up now?"
"Yeah buddy, I'm sure your grandpa can give you a hand" Tony climbed up the old latter and started looking around. Once Tim was up as well Gibbs took each kid in one hand and walked them to a special spot.
"See here, me and gramps carved our names here so everybody would know it was ours."
"Can we do it too dad?"
"I think that might be a very good idea Tony" His grandpa said behind him. "Now I think Leroy and I should take down this rotten roof so how about you take your toys and go out on the deck. Don't go too close to the railing though, we don't want either of you to fall down." The boys did as they were told but didn't play as much as they looked amazed at the older men taking down the roof one plank at a time and throwing it down onto the ground.
"Do you want to help me with these last ones?" Their dad suddenly asked and Tony brightened up at that. Carefully he took his younger brother's hand and made his way over to his dad.
"What do we do?" Tony asked still holding onto Tim.
"You can help me throw these out." Their dad explained. Jack had already removed the nails from the ones they were going to throw down so Gibbs decided that it was safe enough. "I hold here and you push back there on 3 okay?"
"Sounds good" The comment was so much like old Tony that it made Gibbs's heart melt and he looked over at his dad who looked just as happy at hearing it.
"Okay then, 1…2…3. Push!" Tony helped Tim push as much as they could and even though he knew his dad had done most of the work he still felt incredibly happy when the plank hit the pile on the ground. "Good job boys" The praise made Tony smile even wider and when the second plank hit the ground he started laughing in a way he didn't do that much anymore.
"Now builders how about an ice-cream break?" Their grandpa asked.
"Coffee or ice-cream?" Tony asked suspicious.
"Ice-cream for you boys and coffee for your dad and me."
"Very well then men, forward and march! Tony said straightening up and leading the way back down the ladder. Down on the ground he looked for directions from his dad or grandpa.
"That way sir" Gibbs said and pointed out the direction, smiling inwardly at his boy's fantasy. It was really great seeing him like this and he was happy to play along.
"Good eye soldier, let's march. Your general needs feeding!"
"Yes sir!" Gibbs and Jack said at the same time smiling at each other. Lifting Tim onto his shoulders Gibbs started marching after his oldest and decided that he'd have to come here with the boys more often if this was the result. After all, as long as the boys were happy…so was he.
A/N: So this was just the beginning, we'll revisit Stillwater and the treehouse soon. I have the sequel written in my head already so it shouldn't take long. Hope you liked it though! And bear in mind that this was my first attempt at a one shot and it took a little time and editing (removing half the story) but it's here at least, please let that count for something!
