Here's another chapter for you guys. Please pardon the brevity and enjoy! Oh, and thanks for reading :)
"Do you think Gibbs suspects?" Ziva asked her husband as they moved up their boss's front porch.
"Doubt it."
She opened the door- it was unlocked and knocking was unnecessary at Leroy Jethro Gibbs's house- and the couple stepped inside. Both Tony and Ziva's hearts nearly stopped when they rounded the corner into the living room and found their fearless leader sitting on the couch and staring them down.
"H-hey, Boss," Tony greeted. "Just here to pick up the boys."
Gibbs nodded. "I know. Their nappin' in my room." There was a moment of awkward silence. "So," Gibbs began, "How was the baby store?"
Ziva's jaw dropped and Tony began coughing- or choking, nobody was sure which- while Gibbs remained seated on the couch, a small, pleased-as-punch smile on his face. That had almost been better than a headslap- almost.
Finally, Tony's fit stopped and he asked, "Wh-what do you mean, Boss?"
"Ah, c'mon, DiNozzo. Your son told me all about it." Gibbs said. His smile was beginning to freak his agents out. Gibbs barely ever smiled. Then he laughed. Laughed! "I'll go get Caleb and Shai." He stood, set the mug of coffee he was clutching on the table, and left the room.
Tony and Ziva gawked and stared at each other, wide eyed.
"We're screwed," Tony declared.
