A/N: Yet another chapter

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The ceremony was short and sweet with just the right vows and the putting on of the rings went off without a hitch. They signed the paperwork and were pronounced Husband and Husband. It was sheer heaven. They left the small church and Jethro informed him that they would be having dinner with Bob and their friends and hinted that there could be dancing involved.

"You're kidding right?"

Nope."

"You are actually going to dance with me…In public?"

"Yep."

"Am I in a coma?"

Gibbs laughed. "Not unless I am too."

"So this is all real?"

"As far as I know."

"It's just so… unbelievably wonderful." Tony's voice was full of disbelief.

"Yeah it is."

"I can't figure out what I did to deserve so much, what did I do that merited me having you?"

"You were born."

"That's it? It's that simple for you?"

"Sure is."

"So this is what? Destiny? Fate?"

"Something like that. Whatever cosmic force decided to bless me with you I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I intend to enjoy every minute no questions asked."

"You are infuriatingly wise sometimes."

Gibbs snorted. "I wouldn't say that. But I have learned a few lessons about thankfulness."

Tony mulled that over for a few minutes and then responded.

"You're right. Instead of questioning this and waiting for the other shoe to drop I'm just going to be thankful and love every second of every minute of every day I have to spend with you.

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They came home and Gibbs even carried Tony over the threshold, after which Tony insisted that he do the same and carried Gibbs over the threshold. It was a time of so much happiness the days flew by and the next thing they knew they'd been together a year.

Gibbs woke Tony with a kiss waiting until the last possible moment to wake his spouse because the younger man looked exhausted. Things at work had been insane and neither one of them had had much sleep.

"Go 'way." Tony groaned.

"No, your boss is a total bastard you can't afford to be late."

Tony opened one eye and replied, "I wouldn't say total bastard."

"Really? Maybe he's getting soft in his old age."

"Doesn't feel like it." Tony grinned as his hand found its way to Gibbs' morning wood.

Gibbs let out a tiny moan. "Stop Tony, there's no time. Now get up so I can watch you eat."

Tony grumbled with irritation. "So not enough time for sex, but enough time to stand over me while I eat?"

"You got it."

Tony stomped around the room flinging drawers open and banging them shut and ending with a slam of the bathroom door.

Gibbs waited for a minute before he walked in the bathroom.

"Tony."

"What?"

"I want you to talk to Ducky today."

"What? No there's nothing wrong Jethro. I just don't feel hungry."

"Are you happy?" Gibbs asked with hesitance.

Tony flung the shower curtain open and looked at Gibbs like he was crazy.

"Are you nuts? I'm happier than I have ever been in my life! Why in the hell would you ask me that?"

"Because loss of appetite is a symptom of depression!"

Suddenly Tony saw the worry and concern on Gibbs face for what it was.

"Oh Jethro, don't worry. I'm fine I feel great and I'm so happy it should be illegal." He bent his head down and kissed Gibbs' forehead and gave him a hug.

"Will you at least talk to Ducky for me?"

Tony sighed. "Okay I'll talk to him today. Does that make you feel better?"

Gibbs smiled. "Sure does. Finish your shower I gotta change my clothes now."

"Sorry." His face said he was nothing of the sort.

"Yeah right. Now hurry up and I promise to make missing morning sex up to you tonight." And he closed the shower curtain.

"Damn right you will!" Tony called from behind the curtain.

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The day was busy but the case was unfortunately an obvious suicide and they were finished within a reasonable hour with a little time to spare. Tony was fiddling around at his desk avoiding Gibbs' eyes and putting off going to speak to Ducky. Gibbs had enough of it and a short time later and took matters into his own hands.

"DiNozzo!"

"Yes Boss."

"You go see Ducky yet?"

"Not yet."

"You got three minutes to take your ass down there or there will be hell to pay. Have I made myself clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good." Gibbs returned to whatever he was working on and didn't look back at Tony as he gave an exasperated sigh and went to the elevator.

This is ridiculous! I suppose this could be an unforeseen downside to having your husband be your boss… There's nothing wrong with me.

Tony had a nagging sensation that he wasn't being entirely honest as he caught himself rubbing at the full feeling he had in his stomach.

He walked in to autopsy to find Ducky alone and no customers out on the tables. It was obvious that Ducky was expecting him when he saw him standing beside one of the tables with his medical bag on it and his stethoscope hung around his neck.

"Ahhh Anthony, I believe you and I have some business to conduct."

"I see Gibbs has been running off at the mouth." He muttered.

"Yes, Jethro informed me of his concerns and I must say dear boy he's right you are looking too thin."

"It's nothing a few cheeseburgers won't fix."

"Indeed, if only you would eat them. Why don't you tell me about your appetite and I will check you out. It will make me and your husband feel much better."

"Fine let's get it over with." He hopped up on the cold steel table with ease and waited for the exam to begin.

"You know Ducky I think you should requisition a live people gurney since one of us always seems to be down here needing your help."

"A capitol idea, I shall have Mr. Palmer look into it. In the meantime let's take your blood pressure."

Ducky took Tony's blood pressure, listened to his heart and lungs, checked his ears and even took a blood sample. Then he asked Tony to describe any symptoms he was having.

"Nothing, just haven't been very hungry. It's no big deal."

"On the contrary it can be quite a big deal. How long have you had this lack of appetite?"

"Off and on for about six months."

"So it comes and goes?"

"Yeah, see no big deal."

"Any nausea?"

"Not really."

"As in yes?"

"Okay a few times I was nauseous, that's it. I didn't throw up or anything, it was just a bug or something I ate."

"I see. It's possible that's all it is as you say. How many times would you say that this happened?"

"Three times, maybe four but it wasn't bad Ducky just annoying really."

Ducky searched Tony's face for the truth before moving on.

"Lie down on the table Tony and let me take a look at your abdomen."

Ducky palpated Tony's abdomen and did that thumpy thing that Tony hated. When he reached the right side Tony held his breath. He didn't want Ducky to see him wince when he pushed and prodded that side. Fortunately he wasn't all that sore today so it didn't turn out to be a problem."

"Hmmm, seems everything is in order but I'm going to order some test at Bethesda to make sure."

"No."

"Anthony, you seem to think this is up for discussion. As the medical officer for this institution I am ordering you to have these tests done. Do you understand?"

Ducky's voice was steel and Tony knew better than to argue when he used that tone.

"I understand. But, you have to promise not to tell Jethro."

"I'm not sure I can do that not only is he your boss but he is your spouse and my dear friend. I don't think it would be right to hide such information from him in any of these capacities."

"There's no information yet Ducky. I just don't want him to worry. If there's something to tell I promise I will tell him. Please."

Ducky thought for a moment and said, "Alright Anthony but be sure that if there is a problem, I will tell him whether you do or not."

"Got it."

"Good I'm glad we are clear on things. Now I will email you your appointment times after I call Bethesda. I think I can work a little magic and get you something sooner rather than later."

"Thanks, I guess."

Ducky chuckled. "You are most welcome, run along before Jethro comes searching for you."

Ducky sighed with concern over Tony and Gibbs.

God help Jethro if there's something wrong with the boy. I don't think he'd survive.