Author's Note: With my recent obsession of Ellick and McLilah, here is a short story about them... set around 8 years after season 15... so around 2025. NOTE: This story is a bit fluffy and maybe a bit out-of-character.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.

"Good morning." mumbled Ellie Torres, rolling over onto her side. "How'd you sleep babe?" she asked, stroking her husband's forehead tenderly.

"Fine." grumbled Nick Torres, "But why'd you have to wake me up so early? It's 9 o'clock." he whined. "It's Saturday, Bish. We should be able to sleep in."

Ellie sighed. "Yes, but we have brunch with Tim, Delilah, Morgan, John, Caitlin and Theo in 2 hours, and you know it takes forever for the Torres family to get out of the house."

Nick rubbed his eyes. "Okay. How's Hamilton doing?" he said, leaning down and kissing Ellie's abdomen lightly. He looked up, and kissed Ellie tenderly on the lips.

"We are not calling the baby Hamilton for the remainder of my pregnancy, Nick. As much as you love Hamilton, and Lafayette, we are not calling this child Hamilton." Ellie grumbled sternly. "And the baby's fine. A few kicks here and there, but that's to be expected."

Nick grinned. "Hamilton's getting bigger and bigger by the week."

"Well, that's typically what happens during pregnancy. Babies grow." she retorted sarcastically. "Your mama's funny." whispered Nick. "Don't listen to her." he whispered to Ellie's stomach.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Where's the boys?" she asked, looking around the master bedroom. "Usually by now, Nathaniel and Noah are up and about."

"They probably found their iPad." assured Nick, "The boys will be fine. Meanwhile, you and I can-"

"We are not having sex today, Nick." said Ellie, miffed.

"Why not?" asked Nick, "The boys aren't in here, Hamilton is doing great, and-" he was interrupted by Ellie.

"First of all," said Ellie, "We don't even know if the baby's a boy. 2nd of all, we need to get dressed. I need to take a shower, do my hair and makeup, and we need to get the boys on the road."

"Where are we going again?" asked Nick. "The Fieldhouse, or...?"

"Urban House. Apparently Delilah got reservations there. You know, for the 10 of us."

Nick grinned. "I find it funny that McGee has 4 children and we only have 2 right now."

"Why would that be funny?" asked Ellie, "The twins are 8, Caitlin is 4, and Theo is 2. Nathaniel is 5 and Noah is 2"

"Well yeah, but it's McGee." said Nick.

"You remind me of Tony sometimes." muttered Ellie. She hopped out of bed, and pulled her robe on. "I'll shower first, and you can get started on the boys?"

Nick nodded. "Will do, Mrs. Torres."

Ellie grinned. "I'm never going to get used to being called that." she said, "Sometimes it feels like a dream."

"That's not what you said last night." muttered Nick. "You said I was a dream."

"That too." said Ellie.

WHAM! WHAM!

"Daddy! It's time to wake up!" exclaimed Caitlin McGee excitedly, pulling on her father's blankets.

"Hmm?" said McGee, grogily. Groaning, he sat up.

"Good morning Caitlin." he said, "How's my little girl doing?"

Caitlin McGee, with her big, green eyes, and soft brown hair, was clearly her daddy's princess. "I'm doing great!" she exclaimed. "Mama said to wake ya up. She's in bubby's room. Bubby was sad last night. He cried."

Tim's eyes flew right back open. "Okay, Cate. Can you go wake up John and Mo for me?"

Caitlin nodded excitedly. "Okay, Daddy!"

Tim grinned, and ruffled his daughter's hair, before rushing down the hall to Theo's bedroom.

He stopped at the door. "Hey," he said to Delilah, "Good morning, hon."

Delilah and Theo were on the mattress in his nursery, and she was cuddling him in his lap tenderly.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, before pointing his head at his youngest son.

"Cate said he was upset last night. Is there anything...?"

Delilah smiled. "No, I think he's just a bit tired. I heard him tossing this morning, so I came into his room. He was fine after like 15 minutes. I think he's still getting adjusted in his new room. He's shared his room with Caitlin, and I guess sleeping alone is still frightning for him."

Tim nodded. "Okay. But if there's anything you need babe, I'll-"
"Always be here." finished Delilah. "Thank you though. Although, could you run down to the kitchen and fetch me some water. My throat's a bit dry. And then, tell the twins that they need to start getting ready."

"Will do. Just shout if you need anything."

A year after the twins were born, Tim and Delilah had discovered that Tony's old apartment was just way too small. A one bedroom, one bathroom apartment meant for a bachelor had simply gotten way too small, and they had sold it quickly.

Delilah's "House Hunters" addiction paid off, and they found a beautiful and affordable house that was also wheelchair accessible, not too far from the Navy Yard, that had 7 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms.

The twins had absolutely loved the elevator, and it was perfect for Delilah.

So why not?

Tim had thought that the house was way too big, but 2 pregnancies later, they discovered that the house was a perfect size. Especially since Tony and Tali visited every Christmas.

Tim walked back up the stairs carefully, holding the glass of water in his hand carefully.

He set the glass on the table, and turned to walk out.

He turned left, and peeked into the twin's ajoining bedrooms.

"John? Morgan?" he called, "Time to wake up."

He knocked on his daughter's door, and grinned. "I'm going to give ya till the count of three, before Papa comes in."

"No daddy!" squealed Morgan. "Go bother John!"

Tim smiled, and knocked on John's door. "Hey bud. You up?"

"No." replied his son, "Never. Do I have to go to lunch with you guys. I just want to sleep."

McGee sighed. "Are you okay, John? All you've ever done is... sleep. For this past week at least."

John opened the door.

"I miss April." he admitted. "She moved to California, with her mom, and I lost my best friend, Dad."

"Why didn't you tell me April moved?" asked Tim, a bit hurt. "I could have helped you."

"Yeah... but. I don't know." mumbled John. "She gave me her new address. She said I could visit her whenever I could."

Tim bent down and looked into his son's eyes. "Of course. We can visit her in a few months, okay? Just you and me. We can go visit April, and... Agent Montone."

"Did you work with April's mom?" asked John curiously. "She's an FBI agent."

"I know." said McGee, "She worked a homicide with me and Uncle Tony a while back. Few years before I met your mom."

"That's a LONG time." said John, horrified, "How old are you?!"

Tim narrowed his eyes at his son. "I'm 47."

John coughed. "Old."

Tim ruffled his son's hair, and kissed him on the head. "Well bud, go get dressed. Wear something nice. We're going out to eat with Aunt Ellie and Uncle Nick, and the boys."

"Uncle Nick is fun." mused John, "I kinda want to be like him someday. Muscular, buff, have a pretty lady."

McGee laughed lightly. "Be sure to tell Aunt Ellie that, later. I think she'll appreciate being called pretty."

John waved his hand. "Uncle Nick is always telling Aunt Ellie that she's pretty. Dad, have you not been to their house. All Uncle Nick does is flirt with her."

"How do you know what flirting is? You're 8 years old!" exclaimed Tim, a bit horrified.

"You seem to forget that Anthony DiNozzo spends 10 days at our house every year." explained John, "And he's not the cleanest man in the world."

Tim cursed under his breath. "I'll talk to the old man."

"Why are you talking to yourself?" asked John cheekily.

Tim rolled his eyes. "You don't get sass from me, so I am blaming your mother."

John blew his father a kiss, before escorting him out of his bedroom.

"DADDY!" screamed Morgan, "CAN YOU COME IN HERE?"

Tim rushed over to his daughter's room, and knocked on her door. "Yeah?"

"Hi dad. I just wanted to say good morning to you."

"Well, good morning to you too, Mo. Do you need anything?"

Morgan shook her head. "I'm good. I already picked out what I'm going to wear. I'm going to wear my blue jumper and my sandals. After I brush my teeth, I'm going to go help Cate. I promised her I'd braid her hair. I think she wants to look pretty for Nathaniel." explained Morgan, giggling.

"Well, you do that, princess." said Tim, kissing his daughter's hair lightly.

He left the room promptly, and started to go towards his master bedroom, when he saw the array of photographs on the wall. Delilah had created a picture timeline, starting from their engagement, to the twin's pictures, Cate's birth photography, and Theo's pictures.
He really was the luckiest man in the whole wide world.

"Good morning, Nathaniel." said Nick, ruffling his son's hair. "How ya doing bud?" he asked.

With Nick and Ellie's contrasting looks, Nathaniel had become the perfect blend of his parents, with dark, wide curls, and dark brown eyes, but light skin like his mother, while Noah had blondish-brownish locks, dark brown eyes, and light skin.

Nathaniel beamed at his father. "I'm good dad. Noah woke me up, so then we both just decided to play. We're building the Navy Yard out of our new legos." he said, gesturing to the fort of legos in the playroom.

"Uncle Gibbs said that we could go see his new boat tomorrow." said Nathaniel. "So can we? Noah's never seen a boat."

"I have too seen a boat!" grumbled the 2 year old. "I'm smart. A boat goes on water."

"Good job, Noah." said Nick, pulling his 2 year old son onto his lap. "We gotta get dressed soon. Your mama is doing her hair, and by the time she comes out, we want to be dressed and ready to go. We're going to go eat lunch with the McGee family."

"Why." said Noah. "I want to stay home. With Cora." he said, pointing at his corgi.

Nick brushed his hair back. "I want to stay home too, but we haven't seen Cate and Theo in a while. It'll be fun. There's a playground there, and lemonade. How does that sound?"

"Only if I get lemonade." said Noah, stubbornly. "Or else I'm not going."

"Okay. I promise you we'll get lemonade. Okay?"

Noah nodded.

"Hey!" exclaimed Nathaniel. "If Noah gets lemonade, then I get lemonade!"

Nick nodded. "Okay. We'll all get lemonade. Then, every Torres is happy."

"Even Mama? Will Mama let us have lemonade?" asked Nathaniel. "Good question." said Nick, "Hopefully yes. But if she says no, give her your biggest pouty face, and make your big puppy eyes."

"Or you could just kiss Mama." countered Noah.

"Mama likes it when you kiss her." said Nathaniel, "But that's yucky. I don't want to EVER kiss a girl."

"I'll take your word for it." replied Nick. "You won't be saying that in 10 years."

"Whatever." said Nathaniel.

"Dada? Can you help me find a shirt?" asked Noah. "Yeah bud." said Nick, taking his son's hand, and walking towards his bedroom, on the opposite side of the hall.

During their engagement, Nick had found a great deal on an old mansion off of the city, and it was in need of a huge renovation. Nick and Ellie had wanted a huge house, and for a 8 bedroom, 6 bathroom house for a 100 grand, they took it. They spent 8 months expanding the kitchen, cleaning the walls, and had completely overhauled the house into their home.

The house currently had 7 bedrooms and 6 bathrooms, as well as a home library. They had turned the basement into a practice shooting range, and the backyard, which was 2 acres, featured a huge swimming pool and a small racing track for Nick.

Nick liked to call it the Ranch. He also called the whole project "The Fixer Upper show with Ellie and Nick".

"How about this one?" asked Nathaniel, holding up his brother's shirt up for his dad to see. "There's a dino on it."

"Do you like that one?" asked Nick. Noah shook his head. "I wore that yesterday."
"Then why'd ya stick it back in here, silly goose?" asked Nick.
He took the shirt from his son, and shot it into the dirty laundry basket in the corner of Noah's bedroom.

"Daddy?" asked Noah. "Is it cold outside?"

"No, Noah. It's March. It'll be warm." explained Nick.

"Does that mean we can go swimming? Mama said we could swim when it gets hot. And I'm very hot right now."

Nick laughed lightly at his son's request. "We'll save that for another day. Right now, we're going to find a shirt for you, Noah."

Nathaniel held out another shirt. "How about this one? It has a picture of a giraffe on it!"

Noah nodded excitedly. "Okay!" and took his PJ's off. "Oops." he said, grinnning like a naughty child.

He stepped into his cargo shorts, and put the shirt on. "I look like you, daddy! I have muscle!"
Nick grinned. "I see that." he flexed his arm in front of Noah.

"Do I have muscle?" he asked them.

Nathaniel nodded. "Oh yeah. Lots of muscle. It's cuz you work out a LOT!" he exclaimed, putting his arms out, to show how much Nick worked out.

An hour later...

"Boys?" called Ellie, "Are y'all ready to go?" Ellie called from the bottom of the stairs, in the mudroom.

"Yeah, babe." said Nick. "We're coming."

Nick, holding Noah on his shoulders, and Nathaniel following behind him, landed off the stairs and grinned.

"You look goregous." said Nick, his eyes widening. "I like that dress on you."

Ellie blushed, and shurgged. "I try."

Nick looked down at her abdomen. "You're really showing now." he noted. "And I like that."

Ellie patted her stomach lightly. "Oh yeah. Last week it wasn't noticeable, but now it's like 'Oh you're actually pregnant and you're not lying about that'"

"Mama?" asked Noah. "How did baby get in there? Did you eat him?" he asked, curiously.

Ellie shook her head. "I did not eat the baby. But, when we get to Urban House, you can ask Uncle Tim. Okay?"

Noah nodded. "Okay!"

"I can't wait until we see baby!" exclaimed Nathaniel. "I want a sister."
"Me too." chimed in Noah.

Ellie laughed. "We'll see in 2 weeks, okay?"

Nick slipped an arm around his wife's shoulder. "Have I told you that I loved you yet?"

Ellie shook her head. "Not today."

"Okay. I love you, Eleanor Torres."

"And I love you too, Nicolas Torres." said Ellie, kissing Nick on the cheek.

"EWWW!" said Nathaniel, "You guys are being sappy again!" he grumbled.

"Oh well." said Nick, "When you boys have a beautiful lady, you too, will cherish her forever and ever. Your mama is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Ellie grinned. "Your father is a very emotional sap."

She leaned over, and ruffled Nathaniel's hair. "Your hair is so curly." she mused.

"Well, Bish, if I grew my hair out, it would also be curly and beautiful." said Nick, running his fingers through his hair.

Ellie laughed lightly, and looked down. "You're very handsome, I'll agree." she said, chuckling.

"And you're absolutely beautiful. You always look amazing, Ell. I mean, you looked hot in labor, and that's something we should talk about more often. Especially with 'lil Hamilton here due in 22 weeks." he reached over and slipped an arm around her waist. "And you're still so skinny after 2 children."
"We still have 6 months, Nick. And Nick, I worked for this body, although there are lots of wrinkles and stretch marks now."

"Even more beautiful." replied Nick. "Come on, Ell, you're literally a Queen."

"Yeah!" chimed in Nathaniel. "Mama's a QUEEN!"

"Does that mean I'm a prince?" asked Noah. "Because Daddy's the King, mama's the queen, so does that mean Nathaniel and I are the princes?"

"Yes." said Ellie, "You're so smart, baby." she said, scooping her youngest son up and kissing him on the cheek. "Mama loves you and Nathaniel very much. Both of you are so smart."

"It's because they take after their mama." said Nick. "None of this brain stuff comes from me."

"Are you dumb, Daddy?" asked Nathaniel. "I know Mama is very smart, and she worked in the NSA! Did you work in the NSA?"

"Hell nah." said Nick. "NICK!" hissed Ellie, "You can't say that."

Nick rolled his eyes. "I mean, no of course not. I was a deep, undercover agent for NCIS. Forever and ever."

"Does that mean you were a spy?" asked Nathaniel, suddenly curious about his father's life.

"Sorta." replied Nick, "But it was dangerous stuff." Noticing the time, he nudged Ellie's arm lightly. "Get them in the car?" He asked.

Ellie nodded. "Yeah."

"Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro. All 4 children are in the car." Announced Tim, to Delilah.

"Really?" asked Delilah. "You actually got them all into the van?"

Tim nodded proudly. "It took Theo some bribing, because he's a Mama's boy, but they are all ready to go, Mrs. McGee."

"Thank you, hon. I've just been more tired lately, and... well... maybe it's time I quit my job."

Tim looked up. "But... you love working at the DOD. Dee, you can't do that."

"I love my job. But I love my kids even more. And... I think it's time."

"I was a bit surprised that you didn't quit when Cate was born." admitted Tim, "But I'll support you. With any decision that you make. I trust you, and your judgement. And we're living well financially. With my senior agent wages, and Trouble Seven success, I think we're okay."

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Nobody asked you to write a book though. You wrote 'Trouble Seven'."

"For the money." replied Tim, "Also because I like to write. It's a family thing."
"I love family." said Delilah.

"And I love you." finished Tim.

"MOM! CAN WE GO NOW?" shouted Morgan.

"YES!" screamed back Tim.

"YOU'RE NOT MY MOM."

Delilah just rolled her eyes.