Here is the next chapter. It will be the last I post until at least next Saturday, because I will be gone away. But I will still read, and try to write!

Disclaimer: Just this story proves I don't own it.

"You know what? Get out!" Ziva shouted.

Ever since Ziva had gotten pregnant, she tended to be a bit angrier than usual. Her and Tony would fight about the stupidest things because, as usual, he was the suicidal idiot that would actually participate. He should just let Ziva yell at him and be done with it, but no. He had to yell back.

Like when she got mad at Tony for putting a knife in the wrong place, and he said that it used to always go there, and she said that she changed it since he was last there. That fight resulted in a knife stuck in Ziva's kitchen wall.

Or the time when Tony forgot to put the toilet seat down, and she fell in. Ziva had come out soaking wet, and he laughed, making her angrier than she already was.

Or when she yelled at him for his cold feet when they were in bed. He said that he couldn't help it, she said that he could put some socks on, and he said that he didn't complain when she stuck her cold feet on him. He ended up sleeping on the couch.

But she had never kicked him out of her apartment. That is, until this stupid fight that Tony couldn't even remember what it was about.

He left Ziva's apartment, taking only his cell phone and wallet, with the intention of heading back to his place. But as he drove he thought of asking Gibbs for some advice, and unconsciously made his way toward said man's house. He didn't realise until he turned off his engine and found himself sitting in Gibbs' driveway.

Well if he was there, he might as well do it.

Tony climbed out of the car and walked to the door, opening it without knocking. Inside, he decided that since Gibbs wasn't on the couch, he was probably in the basement working on his boat.

Tony opened the door to the basement and descended the stairs.

What he saw - and heard - would haunt him forever.

Gibbs was certainly down there. But he wasn't working on his boat. And he was not alone.

First, Gibbs was naked. Which is gross. Imagine walking in on your sixty-something-year-old father, completely and utterly naked.

And he was having sex with a woman. Not just any woman, either. It was Kate, whom Tony considered as a sister. Yes, she's hot, but who wants to see their sister naked? And the age difference between the two was just gross.

Finally, the object they were having sex on top of was an unfinished boat.

"Oh, that is just gross."

They noticed him then. Kate's eyes were almost as wide as saucers, and Gibbs stayed on top of her, seemingly trying to cover them both.

"I have a few things to say. First, couldn't that boat give you splinters? Second, I am never touching that thing again." Tony shuddered. "And third, you should probably lock your door."

"What do you want, DiNozzo?" Gibbs grumbled.

"Um, nothing anymore." He sprinted out of the house, and sped all the way home.

When Tim walked in to the bullpen, he saw Tony sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. He just had to know why.

"You want to know why, McPester? Here's why. I walked in on Gibbs having sex last night."

"So? Was she hot?" This statement made McGee sound a lot like Tony, but hi didn't seem to notice.

"I would hope so," Kate said as she walked in, and winked at Tony.

"Uhh, what was that about?" Tim wanted to know.

"Because, McGee, it was Kate!" Tony shouted.

McGee's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. He stood there for a moment, picturing it, then shuddered.

"I shouldn't have asked," he said.

"Shouldn't have asked what, McGee?" Ziva asked, walking in and sitting at her desk.

"Last night, Tony walked in on Gibbs and I having sex."

Ziva chuckled. "Is that what happened after I kicked you out?"

"I hate you for that," Tony grumbled.

"I guess the lesson has been learned."

"Never piss off a pregnant woman, "Gibbs said, smiling, as he entered with his coffee in hand.

"I never would have guessed," Tony mumbled.

"What was that, DiNozzo?"

"Nothing, boss. Just, next time, please lock your door." And then, to himself, he mumbled, "I'm never gonna look at those two the same again."

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