A/N: I want to explain the reasoning a bit behind last chapter's Jenny/Tony reveal. I was trying to explain why neither batted an eye, in the episode called Blowback, when he walked in on Cynthia fixing Jenny's bra, which had broken in the back. That scene always struck me as VERY odd... and I think they were trying to make viewers think they "might" be sleeping together. So I put my own spin - but it would explain why it wouldn't bother him - he'd seen it already! Thanks again to everyone for reading and especially to those who leave a review – very much appreciated!

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"Now… about those adventures Ziva spoke of…" Jenny started to walk away but Gibbs reached for her arm to stop her. "Pretty please?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on, we've been gone too long."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, I'll get it out of one of you eventually."

Jenny approached him again, squeezing his sides. "Careful what you wish for." She then turned on her heel and headed back to the living room.

"Tease," he growled, slightly amused. He was about to leave when Tony entered.

"Your wife forgot to bring more glasses." He walked over to the cabinet and got down a couple more. Once satisfied, he turned around to leave.

"DiNozzo, wait." When he turned back, Gibbs continued. "Can we talk a sec?"

Tony's eyes widened, a bit nervous. "Um, sure." He put the glasses back down on the counter and gave his full attention to his boss.

Gibbs slipped his hands into his pockets, feeling a bit uncomfortable but knowing he needed to say what was on his mind. "Jen told me about what happened between you two the night I retired."

The very special agent paled. "Um, I don't know what she told you, but I barely saw anything boss."

The older man rolled his eyes. "I've seen her that way too. I have a pretty good idea what you saw." Tony cringed. "Fact is, you didn't take advantage and even took care of her. Appreciate it."

Tony half smiled and nodded.

"And even though I wish you'd called, you also took good care of my son."

The younger man stood a tiny bit taller, his chest puffed out a little bit.

"You've grown up a lot over the years. You're a damn good agent and apparently a better friend to me than I realized."

Tony's face revealed the shock he was feeling.

Gibbs scoffed. "Don't let it go to your head, DiNozzo," he joked as he walked past him, grabbing the glasses on his way.

A minute or so later, Ziva walked in and glanced at her partner, confused. "I do not understand. You are not on the floor."

Tony snapped out of it and focused on her. "Huh?"

"Gibbs said I should go to the kitchen and pick you up off the floor."

Tony chuckled. "It's a saying, Ziva. He didn't mean it literally."

"What does it mean then?"

"It's when someone's in shock. In this case, it's because he actually said something nice to me."

"Ah," she nodded. "Considering how he has been lately, of course you would fall on the floor."

He started to correct her but decided to let it go.

The evening proceeded nicely, with everyone trying to pay special attention to Sam - after all; he was the reason they were there. The young boy was standing between Gibbs and Tony as he shared memories about special things his mommy did to take care of him and why he loved her so much.

Jenny smiled reassuringly at him as she sat on the other end of the couch with Julia. After a while it was becoming obvious he was tired. "Sam, what do you say we get ready for bed? I'll feed Julia and read you a book?"

He shook his head. "No, Gummy. Not sleepy."

Several of those gathered reacted to the nickname, looking at her strangely. Tony smirked. "Is he calling you, Dummy?"

"Even if you thought that, Tony, I can't believe you said it out loud," admonished McGee.

"Shut up, McSuckup. Well?" he looked at Jenny, pointedly, not even bothering to hide the fact he was snickering.

Sam tapped Tony on the arm. "That's not nice, Tony."

Jenny was beaming. "That's right, Sam. Tony's not being nice, is he?"

"How'd you come up with Gummy then, Sam?" asked Abby innocently.

He looked helplessly at Jenny and then at Gibbs.

"He has always called her Genny, and I think one evening he was so tired he mixed it up with Mommy or Mummy. We thought of it was sweet… like a Gummy bear and squishy," he smiled teasingly at her.

Having remembered when Sam said that he walked in on Gibbs 'squishing' Jenny, McGee, Ziva and Tony all choked on their drinks or started coughing.

Jenny narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing," coughed Tony.

Sam smiled. "They like the worg squishy. I tol them about the time I see you –"

Ziva recovered first and interrupted. "It is okay, Sam. We just like to laugh at funny words."

Gibbs wasn't buying it. "What were you about to say, Sam?"

The threesome groaned, covering their faces.

"When I walk in and see you squishing Genny. You weren't sleeping."

Jenny got it first and covered her face with her free hand, looking through her fingers at her husband. "Oh God," she laughed. "He told you all about that?"

The three nodded, a bit embarrassed.

Gibbs turned to face his wife, confused. She shot him a look, as if to say 'duh,' and he realized what she meant. He snorted, obviously rather proud of himself. He glanced at his father, who didn't seem to be paying much attention while Ducky was slowly shaking his head, obviously not surprised by their antics.

Abby glanced over her shoulder at Jenny. "Trying to make more Jibblets?" she asked, pursing her lips.

Jenny started to answer but realized it was a losing proposition and simply rolled her eyes. "All right, enough. Come on, Sam. Say goodnight to everyone."

"No," he whined. It was more of a pathetic whine than angry, since he was really too tired to put up a fight. He collapsed to the ground and dissolved into tears. "I'm not sleepy."

Jenny sighed, reaching her hand out to take his. "You're kinda proving my point, monkey. Come on."

"It's okay, Sam. We'll come back to see you soon," offered Tony. Ziva, McGee and Abby immediately voiced their agreement.

"Noooo," he screamed as he ran off to his room.

Jenny put her free hand on her hip, looked at everyone and shook her head. She blew a few wispy bangs out of her eyes and sighed. "And with that, I bid you all goodnight."

Gibbs watched her go, trying not to laugh.

After Gibbs saw everyone out, he made his way to the nursery. He opened the door gently and smiled when he saw Sam in his pajamas, cuddled into Jenny on one side while Julia breastfed on the other. Jenny was reading a Dr. Seuss book, which Sam was holding, and both looked up briefly when he entered. "You want to take over reading, Daddy?"

"Nah, you've already started. I'll just listen." He pulled over the step stool and sat by her leg, rubbing his hand along it.

Jenny was finding it hard to concentrate on reading and found herself grateful when Julia fell asleep. "Jethro, can you get her?"

He grabbed a towel and reached for the baby, gently relaxing her against his shoulder while Jenny finished reading the book to Sam.

The boy yawned after closing the book. "I go sleep now." He crawled off her lap and reached for Jenny's hand to walk her back to his room.

Jenny smiled at her husband, leaving him to put their daughter down in her crib.

Gibbs held the baby up in front of him. "Don't you look adorable in your purple pajamas? You know," he began, cradling her in his arms, "Daddy loves you very much, Jules." He kissed her cheek before he gently laid her down. "You're safe with me. Please know that I will never let anything happen to you." He stared at her, caressing her head for a few minutes before he turned out the light and left. He walked to Sam's room and found Jenny putting another book away.

"Shhh," she mouthed, putting her finger to her lips. She watched as Jethro walked over to Sam, kissed him on the head and whispered what she assumed was 'good night' into his hair. They threaded their hands and walked back to their bedroom. "Is Jack settled in?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. He knows the drill." Gibbs quickly changed and then went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. After he was done, he sat up in bed and waited for Jenny to finish getting ready.

She approached the bed. "Uh oh. What's going on?"

He patted the covers, motioning for her to join him. "Oh nothing. We're just going to have a little talk."

Jenny smiled. "Oh we are, are we? What about?"

He reached for her legs and gently threw them over his own, massaging her calves. "You're hopefully going to tell me what you're afraid Ziva may share about your time together."

Jenny placed her hands behind her for leverage and leaned back. "Why would I want to do that when you're giving me this great massage?"

"Because you love me and want to satisfy my curiosity?" he offered.

"Or maybe I'm not telling you because I love you. Ever think of that?"

He scoffed. "What could be so bad? You said you hadn't been with anyone since me." He felt her tense up immediately. He looked at her and saw her shocked expression.

"Jethro, when I said that I meant been…" she said dramatically, gesturing with one hand. "As in made love to, had a boyfriend, any of that. I didn't mean I hadn't had sex in a decade." She saw him pale a bit. "I was undercover for God's sake. You really didn't think I'd have at least one target I had to bed?"

He scrubbed his hand down his face. "Well, I did think it was strange! I know your needs. Had a hard time picturing you going without for that long."

She rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it."

"Jen!" He wasn't happy, but he understood. "Damn. So these adventures were sexual exploits? I really don't want to hear about those."

"Finally, we're on the same page," she sighed. "I couldn't understand why you were egging her on to spill. I don't want to hear about yours." She pulled her legs back and leaned into him, her hand on his chest. "But… none of it was good sex. That I can promise you. Because no one but you has any clue how to satisfy me."

He had no idea if she was serious or trying to be cute but he smiled proudly regardless. "Can I satisfy you now?" he asked, trying to turn her face towards him so he could kiss her.

She gave him a peck on the lips. "No. I'm exhausted. Rain check?"

He growled, "Not fair, Jen. Now I feel like I have to make sure I can satisfy you. After that talk and hearing about DiNozzo…"

She slid under the covers, rolling her eyes. She turned to face him one last time before going to sleep. "Cool your jets down, lover," she teased, drawing out the last word in a teasing fashion. "You'll get your chance. Preferably at a time without your dad and the kids in the house - and me more awake," she said, tapping him playfully on his cheek. She turned over, shut her lamp and settled in.

Gibbs huffed, not happy at all. He turned off his lamp and tried to relax. It took a while, but he finally drifted off to sleep. At least he suspected it was sleep. But horrible images began to plague him.

He was in Jenny's office. She was with DiNozzo, drinking heavily. He was in the room but powerless to stop what was happening. Instead, he was forced to watch.

"Oh Tony?" she drawled, before taking another swig from the bottle of bourbon. "This shirt is feeling way too heavy."

Gibbs began to panic. "Don't do it, Jenny! Keep it on!" He felt foolish yelling at her when she obviously couldn't hear him but he knew he had to try. It felt so real.

Tony smirked as he watched Jenny pull it over her head haphazardly. "It is a bit hot in here, isn't it?"

Gibbs watched helplessly as Tony's eyes focused on Jenny's breasts, which were only partially covered by her lace bra. "I swear Tony, you'd better look away or I will beat the hell out of you."

Jenny sighed. "And these pants. They're so annoying."

"You'd better get rid of those too," encouraged Tony. He then positioned himself behind her to watch as she bent over, removing the offending garment one leg at a time while keeping her 5-inch heels on.

Gibbs tried to hit Tony but his hand kept going right through him. He tried to cover Jenny up, but he couldn't pick up a blanket. He watched as she sat back down and cozied up to DiNozzo.

"Much better now," she sighed dramatically. What happened next made Gibbs freeze on the spot.

"Kiss me, Tony. I haven't really been kissed, I mean with sincere passion… in so long. Do you think you're up to the challenge?"

Tony smiled. "Oh I'm up."

Gibbs groaned. "Stop this!" He watched as Tony and Jenny kissed deeply, his hands going places that made Gibbs want to kill him. "Stop this!" Suddenly he was able to feel something. Someone was shaking him.

"Gibbs, wake up."

His eyes tried to focus. He looked up and saw Sam and Jenny staring at him. The boy pet his hair gently. "It's okay. Just a scary gream. I'm here. You safe."

"Thanks, Sam," he said, trying to relax. While Gibbs was grateful for the sweet moment, he really was regretting his son's presence in their bed. All he wanted was to screw his wife senseless. Instead, all he got was an impish grin from her, and the knowledge that there was no way he'd be sleeping again anytime soon.