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Another NCIS story

A few members of the MCRT gets involved when two children are abandoned at NCIS Headquarters, why were they abandoned? By who? Who is the father? The team tries to figure it out, especially when it looks like one of their own is involved.

Had a hard time finding a title for this one...

N CIS
C HILD and
I NFANT
S ERVICES

D AY
C ARE


"DiNozzo! Where's your report?" The boss bellowed across the bullpen.

"Finishing it up now, boss," Tony responded. Wishing he could go home as soon as the report was finished. Gibbs was acting like a bear with a sore paw this morning.

"You should've been finished with it an hour ago," a grumpy Gibbs reminded him.

"Right, boss. Just having a bit of trouble trying to decipher Ziva's notes. Seriously, what was so important that she needed to leave before the case was finished and the reports were done? Are you sure they can't wait till she gets back? It looks like she wrote her notes in a combination of all the languages she knows."

Tim snickered, "She probably did. She got into the habit of doing that after she caught you snooping through her desk."

"I wasn't snooping, I was looking for something," Tony defended himself.

"What?" Tim asked, since he hadn't revealed any details about when Tony was caught.

Tony opened his mouth before shutting it, "I can't remember at this moment, but I have no doubt that it was very important and pivotal to the case we were working on."

"Uh-huh," Tim sing-sanged, enjoying the senior agent being tormented for once.

"That's enough from you, McGoo. Now stop distracting me so that I can finish this report."

"You better finish it now or-" Gibbs stopped as he answered his ringing phone, "Gibbs."

"Saved by the bell," Tony muttered, avoiding his boss's glare as he turned his attention back to his report.

"Uh-huh. Be right there," Gibbs stated, before hanging up his phone and heading towards the stairs. "No, DiNozzo, it can't wait till Ziva gets back, since that will be at least a week. Now finish that report before I finish you."

"On it boss," Tony replied as McGee tried to hide his laughter.

"You know, McGiggle, you could help me with this."

"I could do a lot of things, doesn't mean I will," Tim replied.

"C'mon man, I'll buy you a Nutter Butter."

"Wow, spending a whole $1.25 on me," Tim pretended to be impressed. "No, wait, never mind, you'll just use your trick on the machine to get them for free. I refuse to be a part of that."

"It's not just any trick, probie-wan, it's a jedi mind trick."

"You can't use a jedi mind trick on something that doesn't have a mind," Tim argued.

"That explains why it doesn't work on you," Tony retorted.

"And regardless, I'm not doing that report for you. You're the Senior Field Agent, so you can do the Senior Field Agent Reports, which includes all reports for agents who are unable to do so."

"Think of it as practice for when you become Senior Field Agent," Tony offered. "It'll be great experience and will no doubt impress Gibbs and the Director."

"Like you'd even tell them I did it, which I'm not. Besides, I've read Tom Sawyer, that's not gonna work," Tim snorted, as he got up from his desk. "I will, however, get you a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather have you do this report," Tim heard Tony complain as he walked away.

"Not happening," Tim's voice carried to the bullpen.


It took a while, but Tony was finally able to complete his reports, seemingly right before Gibbs followed through on his promise to finish him. The afternoon passed in tense silence. While he was not one to ever wish misfortune on others, well, others excluding McGee, part of Tony really hoped for a callout. At least then they could lose themselves in the case instead of feeling like they had to walk on egg shells around their boss.

"Hey, Probie," Tony hissed seconds after their boss left the bullpen. "Does Gibbs seem off to you?"

McGee shrugged, "he's a bit quieter than usual, but I attributed it to the fact that we aren't working a hot case today."

"Quieter?" The Senior Field Agent mocked. "How can he possibly be quieter? The tension in here," Tony said, shaking his head, "No, it has to be something more. Even when we're working cold cased he pushes. Something is occupying his mind," Tony declared.

"Maybe the director said something to him when he called him up to her office a few hours ago."

"Hmm, the director could've made it worse," Tony admitted.

"Wouldn't be the first time he got mad at something the director said…or did," Tim pointed out."

"No, no, no," Tony argued. "He's not mad. He's worried. Plus, he was like that before the director called him. No, something else is going on."

"If he's worried and he's not sharing, then it probably has nothing to do with a case or the office. And if he was like that all day, perhaps it's something that happened over the weekend. Maybe it's personal," Tim hinted, trying to steer Tony back to work and off the subject of their boss before he reappeared.

"Like what? Maybe he's thinking about popping the question again?" Tony snickered missing the look of horror on McGee's face.

"Ouch! Thanks, boss," Tony said in reply to the head slap.

"If you don't get back to work, I'll pop something."

"On it boss…but you know, if you ever do want to talk about questions, popping or other wise…right, back to work," Tony muttered, trailing off at his boss's glare.

Tim just looked between the two, before continuing to review the file on his desk, all the while covertly observing his boss. Tony was right. Something was going on. Perhaps it wasn't something he could help with, perhaps the boss didn't even need help. Still…

It was over an hour later, when the bullpen was empty of everyone but the two of them that he finally got up and approached the older man.

Standing in front of his boss's desk, he said, "I don't know what's going on and I don't think you're about to pop the question, but if you need help with anything, hacking, computer searches, even if it's just lending a listening ear, I'll do it. No question asked," Tim completed, leaving before a shocked Gibbs could comment.


4-9-18

This story is about 95 percent completed. It kind of surprised me that I posted 'Jokes on us' first since that story isn't even close to being done, and seems to be much longer than this one. Of course, most of this story takes place in one week, the other, over two months.

There might be hints of McAbby in this story, but nothing really defined, just a close friendship between the two that could lead to something more off page, so to speak.

Hope you enjoy it.