Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS or its characters. Those belong to CBS and the creators. Only thing I created was Leah, Jack and Grace, and the McGee twins.

Warnings: Tony/Leah (OC), McGee/Delilah, FLUFF, PURE FLUFF

A/N: I told you I was going to write a story for the twins! For now, I am not sure if they will be the last babies born in this universe. I do not see Abby having her own kids but rather spoiling her little nieces and nephews. Maybe Ellie and Jake will have a baby some day, but they don't seem like the couple that wants kids either, at least not to me. Still undecided if Tony and Leah will have another baby, but I rather like their little family the way it is now. Anyways, it's really, really late here, and I'm super tired so I'm rambling. I hope you enjoy!

Tiny Additions

Rain had began to batter Washington, D.C. Amidst these torrential downpours, NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee found himself rushing through the airport. He had just arrived back from New Orleans and working with SSA Pride's team on a case and Delilah had texted him that Alice was in labor.

The twins were coming whether he liked it or not—whether he was at the hospital or not. Inwardly he cursed Tony for sending him to Louisiana, but there had really been no other option. With the rains a virus had invaded the DiNozzo household and Tony had found himself taking care of not just two sick kids but a sick wife as well. Tim had been the best choice, the next logical choice to fly down south.

Now, as he grabbed his luggage up and dashed towards the parking garage at Ronald Regan National Airport, Tim prayed that by the time he arrived at the hospital his twins had not been born yet. It would seem like a cruel twist of fate…

"PROBIE!" Tony's voice yelled over the din of taxicabs and buses. Tim looked up to see Tony and Ellie waiting for him. "Get in the car!"

"What… what are you guys doing here?" Tim asked, dumbfounded as he climbed into the back seat.

"Making sure you get to the hospital on time," Tony said, throwing the Dodge Charger into gear and zipping out into traffic that rivaled even Ziva's driving.

Tim gripped his door. "My car is at the garage you know."

Ellie turned in her seat and shook her head. "No it's not. Ned paid for it and is driving it to the hospital himself."

"I really didn't need you guys to pick me up."

"Tim!" Tony and Ellie shouted, trying to contain their smiles. "You want to get to the hospital on time, right?" Tony asked, grinning. He floored the gas and pushed the car to its limits.

"Well, yeah!" Tim gasped, "But I want to get there alive!"

Tony chuckled as he pulled onto the highway. It was just before rush hour, they were lucky that the interstates surrounding the cty were not congested yet with people trying to get home because they might have ended up stuck. Rain pelted the windshield as he drove, the wipers furiously working to keep the glass clear. "You'll get there alive," the SSA promised him. "Come on, we survived both Gibbs and Ziva's driving…"

Tim would not deny that. He had seen his life flash before his eyes many times when Gibbs or Ziva had been behind the wheel. He closed his eyes and tried to relax a bit but his stomach gave a nervous rumble. "What if I'm not ready?"

"Oh, you're going to have to be ready… those babies are coming," Tony said. "This is not a false alarm."

"But we haven't even hired a nanny and Delilah's mom isn't flying out until next week," Tim lamented as the Charge flew off the highway and into busy downtown traffic, pushing closer and closer to the hospital. "One baby is a lot of work… can you imagine two?"

His partner looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Already taken care of. Ellie called and her mom is flying out tonight. Ned is going to pick her up from the airport. Just… breathe, Tim, please, before you pass out in the backseat and I have to explain to Delilah that you're having a mild panic attack."

He grimaced. "Sorry. I'm just… nervous."

"We know," Tony and Ellie said in unison, once again.

"All the books in the world cannot prepare you for all this," Tim argued.

"Don't listen to all the books… listen to your gut," Tony replied. He turned the car into a parking garage and punched the button for a ticket to release the gate. It was barely up before he sped through and hurriedly found a parking spot.

Tim barely had time to process that. The three agents were leaving the Charge behind and making their way into the hospital. He wasn't surprised when Tony took the lead, stating that the soon to be "McFather" was looking for his wife and their surrogate mother. The nurse directed them to the floor for the maternity ward.

Tony and Ellie were forced to stay in a waiting room when they arrived, only Tim was allowed to go to the delivery room where Alice was in full labor and Delilah was nervously looking at the door for him. Relief crossed her face when she saw her husband getting on a hospital gown and mask and being ushered into the room. She had very few doubts that he wouldn't make it, especially after Tony had promised to get him here from the airport, but the weather had been horrible the last week and a half and flights had been delayed across the board. If Tim's flight home had even been delayed ten minutes he would not be here to witness the birth of their children.

Delilah went back to coaching Alice, just like they had all practiced in child-bearing classes, and she took deep calming breathes with the young woman. In less than half an hour according to their doctor the twins would be here and this journey called parenthood was really going to begin for Tim and Delilah. She found that she was excited and terrified all at the same time and took comfort in knowing that Tim felt exactly the same way.

On the day that Victoria Palmer had been born the team had waited anxiously in the waiting room for news.

Tony sat watching the clock very much like he had done the last time. His phone kept vibrating with text messages from Leah asking for updates. Ellie was tying was a blue ribbon on a teddy bear, to match the pink ribbon she had tied on a stuffed bunny. And occasionally she would look at the clock as well, getting nervous that something was wrong.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she asked him, softly.

"Twenty-five minutes… really not that long," he replied, his eyes fixated on the clock.

Ellie fell silent. The team had not been at the hospital for Jack's birth… Leah had gone into labor very late at night, and Grace had been born after a rather turbulent case. But Tim and Ellie had stayed at the hospital and waited for news. She remembered Tim's silent pacing then, how nervous he had been that perhaps the DiNozzos' daughter was not going to make it. When Tony had arrived in the waiting room, small pink bundle in his arms, the anxiety had melted away. She realized that joy could not be fully reached in situations like these until they got word that both mother and baby…or babies in this case…were fine.

Tony tapped his foot, heard his phone buzz again. He rubbed his temple and pulled it out. Anything? Jack, Gracie and I are dying for news! Tony laughed, silently to himself. Leah was the only one of that group dying for news… Grace was four and a half months old and Jack was still sick…

"Here! They're here!" Tim's voice exclaimed as he emerged from behind closed doors. "They're finally here! All ten pounds of them, collectively!"

Don't worry, we'll get to meet the twins next chapter ;)