Warnings: Spoilers for "Viral"

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted yesterday, but it didn't work out. I highly enjoyed all the McNozzo this week :) This tag is kind of a silly one, enjoy!

"An Itchy Halloween"

"Come on, Tim, please?" Tony's voice carried down the hall.

"Your wife should be touching you there, not me," Tim replied, sounding horrified.

"She's in Boston visiting her parents. Come on, I won't tell anyone!"

"Right. I've heard that before."

Leah dropped her bag and the baby's bag by the door to the apartment and slammed it shut. Neither man made a peep and she wondered if perhaps their persistent arguing had drown out the noise. Placing Jack's carrier down on the floor, Leah made her way down the hall and pushed the slightly ajar bathroom door open.

Immediately both Tony and Tim looked up. Leah was suddenly as horrified as Tim. Her husband has his pants and boxers down by his ankles and was covered in a rash of some kind. Tim, eyes wide, face red, had a bottle of Calomine lotion in his latex gloved hands.

She felt her mouth hang open, slightly. She definitely wasn't sure what to make of this situation that she clearly was not meant to walk in on. "What... what is going on?" Leah asked, timidly.

He smirked, somewhat, before Tony glanced at his partner and stuttered, "I got poison oak at a crime scene. Timmy was helping me get this area on my back that I can't reach."

"Were you rolling around in it?" Leah gasped. "You're covered!"

"Don't worry. I threw out the sheets and bedding, scrubbed the sofa and the easy chair, and even tossed all the clothes Tony's wore in the last few days," Tim said with a little nod of his head. "The oils shouldn't transfer to you or Jack."

Leah blinked, rapidly. "You threw out my bedding! That was from a designer in Boston! My mother bought that for us!"

Tony went into panic mode and grabbed the lotion from Tim's hand. "Get the bedding back, Probie! Get it back now!"

Tim rushed passed her and out of the apartment, hoping that the trash bag filled with the bedding was still down by the dumpster.

"How... how was Boston?" Tony asked her, nervously grinning.

"Fine. Jack got to wore his peapod costume for my mother," Leah said, snatching the lotion out of his hands and finding a pair of gloves. "You're a mess. Did you go see a doctor?"

Tony bit down on his lip while she rub the lotion into the spots on his back that he could reach. "Ducky looked at me."

Leah pressed a little harder and growled, "When we're done here, Tim can baby-sit Jack and I'm taking you to the ER."

"Sweetheart, I don't need to go to the ER."

"They can give you a steroid to stop the rash from spreading and help with the itch."

"Steroid, huh? Think it will help me get buff?"

"Keep it up smart ass and I'll make you go to the ER by yourself."

Tim came bursting back into the bathroom, a black Hefty bag in his hand. "Found it!" he panted, "all of it! I'll, um... I'll go throw it in the washer."

Leah grabbed the bag from him and shook her head. "I'll do it. I've changed my mind about taking you to see a doctor, Tony. Since Tim wanted to be a good partner, he can take you to the ER. And while you're there maybe you can ask them why my husband, a seasoned crime scene investigator, doesn't know what poison oak looks like."

Tony scratched the top of his head before he pulled his boxers and pants back on. "Actually, I got it from shaking a witness' hand. Turned out to be helpful, even if I was extremely itchy. Thought it was Dad's ironing at first. You know how much starch he uses."

"You didn't even do your own ironing while I was away?"

"Aw, come on, Leah, Dad asked if I needed anything... I needed my shirts ironed!"

Jack let out a frustrated cry from the living room. Leah threw her gloves away and went to get him out of his carrier, laying him on a soft blanket from his diaper bag to get him out of his jacket and hat. His eyes shifted towards Tony, slipping on a jacket of his own to be taken to the hospital by Tim.

Leah snuggled the baby in her arms and sighed at him, "You won't be held by Daddy for a few days. Not until that rash goes down."

Tony looked crestfallen. "But I was going to the Halloween party at Abby's tomorrow night as Linus and Jack is my Great Pumpkin."

She suddenly felt awful for him. Frowning down at the baby, reminded of how much fund she had been the Jolly Green Giant and Jack her little peapod at her parents' Halloween party that previous weekend, she hated that Tony was going to be denied the same joy. "Talk to the doctor about it," she said with a heavy sigh.

He grinned and grabbed his keys, following McGee out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him with a slam.

Jack squirmed in her arms a little. Leah, still frowning at the door, went into his nursery to grab his pajamas so she could give him his bath and put him down for the night. She smiled at him as he fell asleep in her arms while being rocked. If the doctor let Tony hold him, he really was going to make the cutest Great Pumpkin there ever was.