"You do know this is the first time you've been away from Franklin since he's been born." Abby put her bag down in the kitchen. "You sure about this?" she asked Gibbs.

Gibbs checked the cooler and made sure he packed everything he needed was in there.

"She'll be fine. I need some time alone with her." Gibbs walked back to the refrigerator and took out some strawberries and put them in the cooler and closed it.

"Nice touch Gibbs. Bringing champagne?" Abby smiled at him."

"Nope. Not Maggie's style." Gibbs closed the cooler.

"What's not my style?" Maggie asked as she came into the back door with Franklin.

"Auntie Abby!" Franklin yelled as he launched himself at Abby.

"Champagne." Gibbs replied as he kissed Maggie.

"Ew, nope. Stuff puts me to sleep." Maggie agreed.

"Then definitely what you don't want to bring." Abby agreed.

"Bring where?" Maggie noticed the cooler. "What's this for? And this?" Maggie noticed the duffle bag on the floor and looked at her husband. "You going somewhere?"

"No." Gibbs put his arm on Maggie's shoulder. "We are."

Maggie looked up at her husband.

"We are going away for the weekend. Me and you. Abby is going to stay with Franklin." Gibbs told her. "It'll be okay."

"But." Maggie started to say. Gibbs nodded at Abby.

Abby took Franklin out into the back yard to give Maggie and Gibbs a few minutes alone.

Gibbs turned Maggie around to face him and wrapped his arms around her waist. "A lot has happened in the past few weeks."

Maggie closed her eyes and rested her forehead on Gibbs' chest.

"We need some time alone to just sort it all through." Gibbs continued. "Abby will stay with Franklin and we'll be home on Sunday." Gibbs put his finger under Maggie's chin and tipped her face up to look at him. "Maggie."

Maggie looked up at Gibbs' face. He was right. They needed some time alone.

"Okay. When are we leaving?" Maggie asked.

"Just need to say good bye to Franklin." Gibbs nodded over at bag. "I packed everything already."

Maggie's eyebrow rose up and looked back at her husband. "Everything?"

Gibbs smirked. "All the things I thought important."

"This is where we went that first time we went fishing." Maggie noticed the signs as they drove by the lake they went fishing when they first started dating. "We camping?"

"Nope." Gibbs told her. He drove deeper into the park, down a dirt road until they came to a cabin on the edge of the lake. Gibbs stopped the truck and turned the engine off.

"Not bad Gibbs. There better be a fire place." Maggie smiled at her husband.

"Cold?"

"No. Like fooling around in front of a fire." Maggie winked at Gibbs as she got out of the truck.

"I know." He smirked as he watched Maggie walk to the back of the truck.

The cabin had electricity, but the only use Gibbs had for it was to keep the beers cold in the refrigerator. He cooked the steaks he brought with them in the fire place and that was the only source of light in the cabin as they sat on the floor, leaning against the couch watching the fire burn.

"We've never been away alone." Maggie commented.

"Nope." Gibbs replied.

"This is nice." Maggie looked around the room. The cabin had one bedroom and one bath; all very simple. The kitchen area was small, but they ate in front of the fire. Gibbs had packed everything like he told her. He'd brought sleeping bags and spread them out on the in front of the couch then grabbed all the pillows off the couch and bed and propped them up so they could lean back against them.

"Franklin would love this place."

"He'd think he was on an adventure." Gibbs smiled.

Maggie was quiet; Gibbs nudged her shoulder to get her attention.

"I'm going to be a grandmother."

"I'm going to be a grandfather." Gibbs added. "Franklin is going to be an Uncle."

"I never thought about that." Maggie pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them.

Gibbs rubbed her back, he knew she was upset that Jamie got Layla pregnant, not that it was Layla, but more the fact that it happened.

"I had a long talk with Jamie yesterday." Gibbs started to tell Maggie.

Maggie turned her body so she was facing Gibbs. "I wondered where you disappeared to. You never spend THAT much time at the hardware store."

"Well I had some planning to take care of." Gibbs smiled. "I went to see Jamie on base."

"What did you talk about?"

"Layla. The baby. Amira. What they plan on doing."

"Are they going to get married?" Maggie asked.

"Layla wants your blessing first."

Maggie swore silently. She should have called Layla, but didn't know how to approach the subject gently. "Of course she has my blessing. I love Layla. I've always known how important she and Amira are to you. She's family. I just wish they had told us they were seeing each other."

"They wanted to take it slow."

Maggie gave Gibbs a sarcastic look.

"Okay, so they didn't take it slow on the sex. Who are we to say anything?" Gibbs reached out and pulled Maggie to him so that she straddled his lap.

"Point." Maggie gave to Gibbs. "But I raised Jamie better than that. He knew about protection."

This time Gibbs gave Maggie a sarcastic look. They hadn't used protection the first time either. Maggie smacked her husband on the shoulder.

"That was different and you know it. I didn't think I could have kids."

"But we did. Now there will be more kids coming. Grandkids." Gibbs ran his hands up and down Maggie's thighs and around to her backside.

Maggie could feel what was on Gibbs' mind through the thin material of the yoga pants she was wearing. She leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and moved to kiss him. "I guess we should take advantage of this alone time we have….Grandpa."

"I know why you put the sleeping bags like this now." Maggie said as she lay with her head on Gibbs' chest. She could feel Gibbs laugh as his hands moved lazily up and down her back. They were stretched out on the sleeping backs next to the fire place; a blanket from the couch covered their naked bodies. Maggie ran her fingers over the greying hair on Gibbs chest. Her fingers stopped at the scar by his left shoulder.

"From a gun?" she asked.

Gibbs nodded.

"That was from Ari right? Ziva's brother."

"Yup."

Maggie leaned up on her arm and looked over her husband's body in the light from the fire. She moved up and kissed the scar on his shoulder. She found one on his side and kissed that one. Remembering the one next to his right eye she kissed that one and the one right over his top lip. She then moved off his chest and lay on her stomach, her head facing him. Gibbs got up and put a few logs on the dying fire and came back to lie on his side next to Maggie.

"See something you like?" he questioned Maggie seeing the grin on her face.

"Always." She smiled as he settled back down on the pillow. "But I don't like the scar right here." Maggie touched the still healing scar on his forearm he got from Misic's men.

Gibbs took his hand and cupped Maggie's cheek. "When I was there, all I could think about was getting home to you and Franklin." He moved his thumb back and forth on her cheek. "I had nightmares that you were gone."

Maggie's eyes questioned him.

"I'd wake up in the old house, alone. I ran through the house looking for you and Franklin. I couldn't find any trace that you had been there. When I ran out of the door, that bastard had you and Franklin and …" Gibbs rolled on his back, eyes closed and didn't finish the sentence.

Maggie turned on her side and took Gibbs' hand and kissed his knuckles. "It's over now." She held his hand in hers.

"That is why I want to step down." Gibbs's eyes were still closed as he continued talking. "I want to be home on the weekends, I want to be home at night to see you and Franklin. I don't want you to worry that someone is after you or that I'll be called away in the middle of the night and be gone for days. I'm done with that. I've had enough to last a life time."

Maggie moved closer and put her hand on Gibbs' face. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That is why you can do this, take that life time of knowledge and pass it on to the next generation. Look what you've done with Tony and Ziva and McGee. Hell, you even made an impression on Dorneget."

Gibbs shook his head, he didn't understand.

"Ned was assigned to stay with us for a couple of nights. He knows your rules inside out and backwards."

"Really?"

Maggie nodded her head. "He's a good agent. Little green around the edges."

"McGee was too at first." Gibbs remembered.

"Well there you go. Look at how far he's come."

Gibbs pulled Maggie back down to rest on his shoulder. "I think we should come here more often. There's a dock out front. Franklin could put his boat in the water there."

"The JFK." Maggie smiled at the name. Gibbs told his son that boats needed names. He suggested naming it after Maggie, but Franklin had a better idea. "I want to name it after me and Jamie and Kewwy." Franklin often said Kelly's name with a little trouble. "We brothers and sister." Maggie knew that Gibbs was touched by his young son's gesture. After some compromise they came up with using the first letters. Of course Franklin didn't know the significance of JFK and they tried to get him to change the order but Franklin stood his ground. And the rowboat was named "JFK".

"We'd have to buy a trailer to bring it up here." Maggie told him.

"We could leave it here." Gibbs answered.

Maggie lifted her head up to look at him. "We can't just leave the rowboat here. Who would look after it?"

"We would." Gibbs started to smile.

"You're up to something." Maggie leaned up on her elbow. "Spill it Gibbs."

"You remember the McGuire's? The older couple from the diner?" Gibbs started to tell her. Maggie nodded. "When I saw them last Sunday, they told me they were moving to Arizona permanently and were going to sell this place."

"Let me guess." Maggie cocked an eyebrow.

"I said I needed to show it to you first." Gibbs pulled Maggie back to him.

"Well I guess we need to tell them they sold their cabin."

Maggie and Gibbs spent the next day fishing on the lake, making plans to expand the cabin so it would be big enough for Franklin, Jamie, Layla, Amira and the baby when they visited and any other guests. Gibbs wanted to keep it as basic as possible and Maggie agreed. With one exception; Maggie wanted ceiling fans put in the rooms and Gibbs gave in to that. They were going to extend the kitchen out just a bit, add two guest rooms, one being done in a bunk style to accommodate Franklin and the grandchildren. Maggie loved the look on Gibbs' face as he made a list of the things they needed to do. He said Franklin would love learning to fish and swim and hike the trails; but Maggie thought that Gibbs was the one looking forward to teaching their son all that.

The drive home Sunday morning was filled with talks of plans and a debate on winterizing the cabin.

"I could teach him to ice fish." Gibbs tried.

"We'd have to get a plow just to get down the driveway." Maggie countered.

"So."

"Okay, let's say this. Let's get it ready for the summer. And then NEXT winter decide if we want to use it year round. Okay?"

Gibbs didn't answer as they drove down their street.

"Gibbs?" Maggie tried to get his attention.

"You expecting company?"

Maggie looked where Gibbs was talking about. Tony's car and another were parked in front of their house.

"That's Tony's but I don't recognize the other one." Maggie looked at the other car as they pulled into the driveway.

Tony came running down the back stairs, his hands up in front of him, as Maggie walked around the truck.

"Maggie, I didn't want to call and ruin your weekend." Tony started. "Hey Boss." Tony said to Gibbs as he got out of the truck.

"Tony, who does the other car….No." Maggie read her brother's face. "The other car is Senior's."

"What the hell." Gibbs spit out as he grabbed the duffle bag and cooler from the back of the truck.

"Why is Senior here?" Maggie shoved one of the sleeping bags at her brother.

"He. Well, he wanted us to…"

"Maggie! Gibbs! Welcome home. How was your trip?"

Maggie, Gibbs and Tony turned to see Senior walking towards them.

"Senior." Maggie greeted him suspiciously as he hugged her. "Why are you here?"

"Gibbs. Good to see you." Senior shook Gibbs' hand. "I wanted you to meet someone."

"Here it comes." Tony said under his breath.

"Who?" Maggie said warily.

"My wife." Senior grinned broadly.