They had gotten Gibbs to agree to watch the boys, telling him there were some things they needed to do and they couldn't have them there. So now here he sat, on his couch, watching Shai dismember an action figure as Caleb sat next to him on the couch reading a book. It was a book Gibbs himself had gotten the boy, one of those step-up-to-reading ones about sharks.

"Good book?" Gibbs asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Uh huh," Caleb responded.

On the floor, his younger brother was yanking on the arm of the action figure. Finally, it came loose, flinging out of the two year old's hand and flying across the room to hit the living room wall. At this, the toddler burst into giggles and began working on the other arm. Gibbs smiled and shook his head. There was no denying that these were the children of his agents.

"Do ya know where your parents went?" he asked Caleb. He took another gulp of coffee as the boy answered.

"Yeah, they went to go get another baby."

Gibbs nearly choked on his coffee. That explained why Ziva and DiNozzo had been in such a hurry." Oh yeah?"

"Uh huh. I said to get me a sister 'cause I already have a brother," Caleb pointed to Shai, as if Gibbs needed reminding of that fact, "but they said the baby store doesn't let you pick if you get a boy or a girl."

"The baby store?"

"Yes, that's where they're going. To get the baby."

"I see," Gibbs replied, forcing back a grin as he took another sip of coffee.

"And I think the store must be far away and that's why we are sleeping here at your house tonight. Plus, my dad says kids aren't allowed in the baby store. Which I think is weird because a few days ago I saw this show on TV called '16 and pregnant' and I think that means that a sixteen year old is having a baby, but I'm not sure since my dad changed the channel really fast. But if a person that is sixteen is having a baby, that means they went to the baby store to get it. But... sixteen means they are still a kid, right? Or does 'kid' mean under twelve like at restaurants and stuff?" Yes, no doubt this boy was a DiNozzo. He'd certainly inherited his father's gift- or curse- of gab.

"I dunno, Caleb. Sounds complicated to me."

"Yeah," the boy sighed.

"How 'bout I make you and Shai a snack? Ya hungry?"

Caleb grinned. "Yeah. I'm always hungry." Loquacity wasn't the only thing the kid inherited from his father, Gibbs thought.