I can't believe I am on chapter 10 already. Whose ready to meet baby McGibbs? Well you'll have to wait a little longer I'm afraid. As always I hope you enjoy and please keep reviewing! :)

NAVAL CRIMINAL INVESTIGATIVE SERVICE

Tim was pacing the hospital waiting room. He didn't know how many times he had moved from wall to wall, ignoring the others in the room. Ringing his hands together, Tim looked up at the ceiling as he made another turn, heading for the other side of the room once again. He was half way through when he ran into someone. Opening his mouth to apologize he looked to find himself face to face with Tony. The other man in a pair of hospital scrubs. Even though it was no longer there, Tim could still see all the blood that had covered the senior field agents clothes and arms. As soon as he looked at the other man, the dam broke. Tears weld up in Tim's eyes and before he knew it, Tony had him wrapped in his arms. Tim clung to his best friend as the others rallied around them.

They had been sitting in the waiting room a little over an hour now as Gibbs was in the operating room. After a case had gone sour, the team - minus Tim - had gone after a suspect they believed had killed their latest Marine - only to find it was a trap. Gibbs had been shot in the shoulder and side before any of them could react, but Ziva had been quick to down their suspect while Tony called for an ambulance and kept pressure on the wounds. By the time they had gotten the scene secure and Gibbs to the hospital, Ducky had already collected Abby and Tim from the squad room to head for the hospital.

Tim had yet to say a word, and Abby had been holding onto him as they entered the hospital, Tony already sitting and waiting, covered in blood. Both Tim and Abby had froze at the sight of the other man but before a word could be said, Ducky had handed Tony his go bag and ushered him to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When he returned, Tim had already started his pacing. He knew it wasn't good for the baby and for the most part listened to Abby talk about him staying hydrated and had even eaten a granola bar, but he never stopped pacing. Not until Tony cut him off.

"The boss is going to be fine, McGee." Tony whispered in his ear, never letting the younger man go as the tears soaked through the paper thin shirt. "He knows he's not allowed to be anything but, and knowing he has you and this baby to live for, he's going to fight."

That seemed to calm Tim down long enough and Tony finally pulled away, only for Ziva and Abby to step up and also wrapped their arms around their pregnant teammate. Tim smiled as he was surrounded by his friends, getting strength from them. He could see Jimmy hovering close with the bottle of water they had been forcing him to drink. He gave a grateful smile to the medical assistant and Jimmy just smiled and nodded back.

"Maybe you should sit now McGee. You have been on your feet too long, yes?" Ziva gently tugged her friend towards the comfortable couches and nestle him into it, raising his feet so he could lay down. It was a testiment to how tired he actually was that he didn't fight it, even after Abby drapped her jacket over him.

Tony sat on the floor, back leaning against the couch. Ziva and Abby followed suit. Jimmy stood by keeping guard over the agents and forensic scientist. When Ducky came out to check on them, they were all sleep. Tim across the couch, Ziva with her head near his feet, Tony with his head leaning against the young man's hip, and Abby with her forhead touching Tim's. Jimmy was the only one still awake, still keeping guard. Silently, Ducky motioning his assistant over to a corner.

"Any news?" For his part, Jimmy kept his voice low and his eyes still tained on the agents.

Ducky smiled and patted the younger man's shoulder. "Jethro came out safely. The bullet that got his side did minimal damage. His shoulder tore muscle and it will be a slow recovery, but he's going to be just fine."

Jimmy opened his mouth to say something when something caught his attention and he saw all four sleeping now fully awake. Tim was struggling to sit up off the couch. He needed help from Abby and Tony. Once he was back on his feet, he looked at Ducky for answers.

"Jethro is going to be just fine."

Tim's took a breath and suddenly his legs gave out. Thankfully Tony was at his side to help guide him back to the couch and sit. Tears were rolling down his cheeks again as he laid his head on Tony's shoulder, eyes closed.

"Told you he'd make it Probie." Tony smiled as he hugged his friend to him.

"When can I see him?" Tim sat up straight and looked back at Ducky again.

"As soon as he is moved into a private room and not a moment sooner. As for right now, I want to take a look at you and that baby, all this stress is not good."

Tim was going to argue but one look from Ducky, and then his friends, he just nodded his agreement. Ducky was soon gone again but back with a nurse and a wheelchair. Tim didn't want to sit in the chair, but he knew it was still best not to argue with the doctor so he obeyed and suddenly found himself in a room getting a checkup and ultrasound.

It was almost another hour before Tim, still being wheeled around in the wheelchair, was pushed into Gibbs' hospital room. The wires and monitors were still a shock, even if Ducky had warned him and told him what each were for. An oxygen mask was still over the older man's face as he slept. Tony pushed the wheelchair to the right side of the bed, getting it as close as possible before Tim moved to the normal chair waiting for him. As soon as he was settled, Tim carefully took Gibbs' hand in his own.

The rest of the team - and Abby - took their turns saying a few words to Gibbs' sleeping form before heading for the door. Tony was stopped by the painfilled whispers of his little brother.

"Tony could you stay?"

Turning to look at Tim, seeing the haunted look in his usually bright and expressive green eyes, Tony nodded, pulling another chair up next to Tim. He watched as Ziva had to pull Abby away before she could stomp back in and claim stake as well. The door now closed, the only noise in the room were the beeps of the heart monitor and the pressure cuff around Gibbs' uninjured arm as it filled, took it's reading, and deflatted.

Tim was silent as he held the hand of the man he loved, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath the man took. Tony, for his part, watched Tim watching Gibbs. He knew the last seven months had been a struggle for the two but he also knew they would fight tooth and nail for each other - no matter what, and Tony was grateful for that.