DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Tony sat in the living room waiting for his mother to tell him whatever she had to tell him. She had called him to come in the room. This made Tony believe that he was in some sort of trouble. It most definitely would not be the absolute first time, that's for certain.

When she finally walked in, Jenny said, "Tony, I have to run an errand. I'll be extremely quick, but I need you to watch your siblings."

"How long?" Tony asked, eager to be in charge. He was also relieved because he wasn't in trouble, after all.

"Around ten minutes, not even that, more like five minutes. Maybe even less. Now, I can trust you to see to it that the house doesn't get burned down while I'm gone?" Jenny questioned her oldest son.

Tony nodded. "Yup. You can trust me to be in charge!" He would be super, extra careful and responsible.

Jenny smiled. "I know I can. Okay, bye, honey." She kissed his forehead and then called, "Abby, Jimmy, Ziva, Tim, Kate, come here, please!"

A series of light footsteps came down the stairs from the second floor. Once the kids whose footsteps these belonged to were quiet, Jenny said, "I have to run a quick errand. Tony is in charge. If anything is wrong, tell Tony. If he can't handle it, I have my cell phone and he'll call me."

After saying goodbye to her kids, Jenny left. The kids ran back to what they had been doing.

The phone rang and Tony rushed to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Tony, just making sure everything's okay." It was Gibbs. "Your mom told me that you were in charge."

Tony smiled proudly to himself. "That's right."

"Everything's okay, right?" his father asked.

"Yeah." Tony was happy to say that he was running things smoothly.

"Alright, see you when I get home."

"Bye, Dad."

"Bye, Tony."

Tony hung up the phone and switched on the TV.

When Tony heard crying coming from upstairs, he took off towards the source. It was his new sister Katie's room.

"Tony!" Ziva's voice came from inside. She flung the door open and stopped when she saw Tony standing there. "She hit her head."

What would Mom do? Tony asked himself.

"It's okay, Katie. I'm gonna get you some ice."

Tony lifted the three-year-old up and began to carry her downstairs.

"Careful, Tony!" Abby's fearful tone came from the top of the stairs. What if he dropped Kate?

"Don't worry, Abby, I got her."

Abby was still worried. "You promise you won't drop her?"

"I promise."

Abby and Ziva followed Tony and Kate into the kitchen. Tony put the still crying Kate on a kitchen chair and opened the freezer door. Grabbing an icepack and a towel from the drawer, he wrapped the ice in it and gave it to Kate.

"Thanks," she stated, putting it to her head softly. She sighed in relief as the cold helped with the sting.

As Kate's sobs began to decrease, the front door opened. It was Jenny. "Oh my gosh, what happened?"

"I bump my head on da wall," Kate explained.

"Are you okay, honey?" Jenny questioned worriedly.

Kate nodded. "Tony be givin' me ice."

Jenny smiled at her son. "Good thinking, Tony."

Tony had survived his first day home alone with his siblings.

When Gibbs walked in the door, Kate ran up to him. She clearly wanted to jump up and hug him, but she clearly was embarrassed. He had only been her daddy for one day.

But Gibbs lifted her up and kissed her forehead. "I heard you had a rough day. You bumped your heard, sweetie?"

Kate nodded. "On da wall. Tony be givin' me ice. It be all better now."

"That's good, Katie."

Kate rested her head against Gibbs' shoulder as he walked into the house.

"Hey, Dad," Tony called from the couch.

Ziva, Abby, and Tim turned their heads to face him. "Hi, Daddy!" the three of them said at the same time.

Jimmy came running into the kitchen. "Daddy!"

Gibbs lifted up Jimmy and now had his two youngest kids in his arms.

Once the two kids were settled, Abby came into the room, grinning. "Hi, Daddy!"

"Hi, Abbs," he said, picking up his daughter.

Now he and Jenny had to get six kids ready to go out to eat and in the car.

If people described his job as hectic, what would they describe his house as? But even if it was hectic, he sure did love it.

He had the best kids and the most beautiful, kindest wife in the world.

Life couldn't get any better than this.

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