Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters of NCIS. I do own Rory Collins and Sam Flack.

Couples: Gibbs & Rory

Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters from CSI: NY.

OOC: Sam Flack doesn't come until later, along with working a case with the CSI: NY so it well be a small cross over with that show. There shouldn't be a lot of chapters with them at all. Mostly since I don't do go deep into the cases in my stories.

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I woke up to Sam laughing and I slid out of bed, wrapping a robe around my body as it was a bit cold. I came out to see Gibbs cooking. I smiled, Sam had taken to him, and though that was something Sam usually did, he really liked Gibbs! My son looked at me.

"Mommy, Jet is making us flap jacks." I saw him stop for a second, smile at me then lean over to kiss me softly. He smirked.

"Sit down, I've got this." I smiled to him and sat down, looking at Sam.

"Mom?" I looked at him.

"What's up, Sammy Boy?" He moved to crawl on my and lap he looked up at me.

"Jet says we get to move into his house and we get to live with him. He said that I can help him make a boat. Isn't that so cool?" I smirked and stroked his hair out of his face.

"That it is. So, you're okay with this? And us moving to another place?" Sam grinned at me and nodded.

"Jet says I got Uncle Tony, Uncle Tim, Aunt Ziva, Aunt Abby and Grandpa Ducky. Mommy, do Uncle Don, Uncle Mac, Uncle Sheldon, Aunt Stella, Aunt Lindsey and Uncle Danny get to come too?" That was the question I was waiting on.

"No, baby, but they don't live too far and we can visit them." He seemed to think about it for a while.

"Really, I can come visit them, like I got to visit you when you lived in D.C.?" I nodded softly and sat him in his seat as Gibbs served us breakfast. When asked that, I also remembered something and I sighed.

"Gibbs, how much vacation time was I given?" He looked at me.

"A month, we've both got a whole month."

There was a knock on the door. I stood up, I already knew who it was as I walked to get the door. Don walked in, Sam ran to him, he lifted him up.

"What's up, little man?" He kissed me on the cheek. "Is your mommy being good to you?" Sam nodded.

"We're moving to D.C. and we're going to live with Jet." Don looked at me.

"This true?" I nodded.

"I have a month to help you with the case." He looked at me, I could tell he was pissed. We walked into the kitchen and changed languages to Gaelic.

"What the hell, Rory? You know he is all I have left of my brother!" I knew the one person that wasn't going to agree to this, was going to be Don. I could see the look on Gibbs face as we had switched languages. I started to feel dizzy. Don grabbed me and sat me down, switching to English.

"Easy!" He was worried and I knew he was. I hadn't eaten yet, I had noticed that when I didn't eat, I get dizzy. Gibbs pushed the plate at me.

"Rory, eat up, that will help. In your condition, you need food." I grunted some, forgeting I hadn't told Don!

"Gibbs, I've been pregnant before." He looked at me.

"When we're not at work the name's Jethro." I smirked. I looked at Don.

"We'll talk about me moving later. But did you bring the case file? I will help you finish this, I have a month before I have to be back at NCIS." I saw the look on Don's face.

"What? What the he…." Then he looked at Sam who came over and smiled to him.

"Uncle Don, I get to help make a boat and mommy said we we'll come visit. Will you call me all the time?" Don stroked his head fondly.

"You know I will, kid." Don smiled down to my son. "Go play in your room for a little bit. Me and Mommy need to talk big talk." He smiled and rushed off.

"Like hell you're moving back, you've only just moved here." Now I was starting to get pissed!

"Don, you think you're the only one that has an Irish temper here? I am moving back! You can visit when you get some time off. I am going back to the place I call home and where I need to be." He grunted and I grabbed the file out of his hand. "You are his Uncle, biologically, and you always will be. Me moving will never change that, or the love that boy has for you. Got me?" Don sat down, he didn't say a word. I knew we would have a few more blow outs before he calmed down.

"We need to work on this case, with you pregnant, you're not going out in the field. You work with Mac and the others at the lab." I nodded.

"Works for me! I don't think I'll be doing field duty for awhile." I looked over the file. "Being a NCIS is being a detective and a CSI all rolled up in one. We have a lot more criminals that are better trained to fire a weapon at us, from the military." Don flinched.

"That doesn't mean it's any different from what you and the CSI team does. We just deal with snipers a lot more then you guys do, and trained shooters." Don nodded, he seemed to have calmed and I looked over the case.

"Hey, Gibbs, do you think that if I call Tim, he could help me out?" He looked at me curiously.

"Yeah, I'm sure he wouldn't mind, as long as there isn't a case he's involved in. It's Saturday, I'll give him a call and see what he doing." I looked up at him.

"You think you can ask Abby and Tim to drive up here?" He looked at me.

"I want to get this case solved, so I can start packing, so that I can get back. I'll get a hold of Mac, see if he won't mind a little extra help, for two days, on this case."

I called Mac and told him that I had a few people from NCIS willing to come and help. He had agreed, only because they had cases they were working, and he said that as long as they understood who ran the CSI here in NY it was okay. I had to smirk as I told him the only thing he'd have to worry is about a hugging goth. He didn't answer that one. We said goodbye. I came back into the kitchen.

"Got the green light from Mac." Don was sitting there, still not too happy. He hadn't said a word to Jethro, I had to smirk at that.

"They will be here as soon as they can. You want me to have Ducky look over some autopsy reports?" I shook my head.

"Sheldon did all the autopsies and he's as good as Ducky." He looked at me.

"There's another reason you called the team?" I took a deep breath.

"You know that navy boy that was killed, that had to do with drugs?" I pointed at the file, "It's a perfect match to the way a lot of these guys were killed." He nodded.

"Good thing that Ziva and Tony are coming too, huh?" I smirked and nodded at him.

"You think the Director will give the okay?" He looked at me and nodded. "But me and Don are the lead! You guys are just a helping hand, can you handle that?" Gibbs looked at me.

"The whole team trusts you! They, and I, will be fine with it." I looked across to Don.

"You okay with this? The case I handed with the team I was working with NCIS, was a damn copy of some of the murders we dealt with." He looked at me.

"I trust you. If you say they can help us and that you and me are lead, then okay."