Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the NCIS building. Gibbs parked and got out of the car and headed to open Tim's door, which was on child lock. Tony got out of his side and grabbed the bag of toys and snacks without being told.

"Are you going to walk or do I need to carry you again?" Gibbs asked even though he knew the answer. Tim hadn't even unbuckled.

"Okay" The father said before pulling Tim out of the back seat without another word. Tim didn't move to make it easier for him and he didn't speak, making his anger known.

The small family made their way to the building. Gibbs lead the boys down to Abby's lab. It wasn't the first time Abby was asked to babysit and she was happy to do so. Her lab was great as her office was all glass so she could see the boys, while still being able to work. Gibbs would have kept them in the bullpen, but this was an active case and wouldn't allow the chance that his boys would see something inappropriate.

"Abby!" Tony yelled when the elevator doors opened. He ran to the woman and gave her a hug.

"Hey Tony!" She greeted cheerfully. "You guys are going to hang out with me for a bit, huh?"

"Yeah. Dad has to work, but Grandpa is coming soon" Tony clarified, not knowing his father had called her earlier to ask if this was okay.

"Well I am always glad to have you two. I think we'll have some time while we wait for Jack to get here. I got this knew detective kit I have been dying to have you guys use. Now we got the chance. What'd you say Timmy? Want to give it a whirl?" The woman rushed excitedly. It was true that she got the new kit, but she was also trying to get Tim out of his somber mood.

The answer she got was not hopeful. Tim just rested in his dad's arms.

"Heard you weren't too happy see me. Thought an activity might make it better though." Abby said. Again Tim didn't say anything.

"Well that's too bad. I could really use your help." She tried again. Again, Tim did not grab at the bait.

"I wanna go home." Tim sulked instead.

"Well you're stuck with me for the time, but we can still have fun" She said easily.

"Yeah right" The boy muttered.

Gibbs gave his youngest a sharp jiggle to remind him to mind his attitude.

"You're mad at me Tim. Abby is trying to be nice and she does not deserve this attitude." Gibbs told his son. Tim remained silent. When he was set down, he walked over to sit on the chair by Abby's desk where he could see everything she was working on, but pointedly not going to join Tony with his fun.

"Thanks for doing this, Abby. My dad should be here in less than an hour." Gibbs explained. "If Tim's going to sulk the entire time, let him." He added before giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Call if you need anything. Bye Tony!" He shouted to the boy who was already dusting around the lab for fingerprints. He got a halfhearted goodbye and a wave. "Bye Timmy" He added before heading to the elevators. It was no surprise when Tim answered with a huff.

^^^Weekend at Gibbs^^^

True to Gibbs word, Jackson arrived 45 minutes later.

"Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!" Abby shouted gleefully when she saw her boss's dad. She gave him a breathtaking hug before shepherding him further into the lab. Tim was still sitting on the same chair as when Gibbs had left and Tony was using the magnifying glass for something or other.

"Did you lose your marbles?" Jackson teased at the boy, simultaneously letting him know he was there.

"Grandpa! Tony shouted and ran to the man. He squirmed for the sake of squirming when he grandpa picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Grandpa! I'm nine you know."

"Are you now? And what does that matter?" Jackson asked, knowing full well that while Tony protested it, he still loved being cuddled. Nine years old or not. And Jackson saw so little of his grandson's now, that he had to make up for the lost physical attention.

"You can't just pick me up like that." Tony stated smartly once his feet were back on the ground.

"I can't, can I?" The older man asked mischievously.

"Uh-uh" The boy stated, but backed up slowly.

"Well let's see about that!" And Tony was quickly scooped up again, unable to get away.

"Okay! Okay!" Tony said with a laugh. "You can do whatever you want!" He caved.

"Darn right I can. I'm your grandfather. If I want to give you a hug, you're going to get one!" The man stated. "Same goes for you Tim!" He warned kindly.

Tim had looked up when he heard his grandpa's voice. He had not made any move towards him though. Tim knew he was being dumb. His dad had told him as much that he was mad at him and should not take it out on others. But he was just so disappointed and mad that nothing else seemed to matter. At this point, he was not sure how to make himself not upset anymore. So no matter how much he wanted to give his grandfather a hug, he could not will himself to actually do so.

"I can see what Tony has been doing, what have you been up to?" Jackson asked his youngest grandson.

"Nothin'" The boy muttered.

"Nothing? That sounds mighty boring" Tim shrugged. "Well how about we get out of here and grab some grub? Then once we get home, you can find something fun to do." Another shrug.

Jackson sighed. His son had warned him that Tim was not taking too kindly to the fact that their weekend had been ruined. Jackson had hoped that Tim might have cooled off by now, but that obviously had not happened.

The grandfather was trying to be understanding though. Tim was only five years old, and no matter what age, it was never fun to be disappointed. But at five, the boy could not possibly understand how important Gibbs job was. So there was nothing to help soothe the disappointment.

"Well I'm hungry, so let's go. What do you boys say to Abby?" The grandfather prompted.

"Thanks, Abby! I'll come back and figure out who stole your cupcake later." Tony promised.

"Tim" Jackson prompted again.

"Thanks" The five year old said unenthusiastically.

"Thanks again for watching them, Abby. Next time I am in town for a planned visit, we will have to do a team dinner."

And after a final hug, the three boys left the lab and headed upstairs to say goodbye to Gibbs.