"You say that Tim is living with you now?" Jack followed Gibbs into the house and looked around at the changes.
Gibbs set Jack's bag down next to the sofa and turned to gather the pillow and bedding his father would need during his stay. "Yep, we're going to raise our kid together."
Jack continued to look around. "You're not sleeping out here anymore?" In answer, his son just pointed to the guest room and Jack nodded. He'd been surprised his first visit to discover that the master bedroom upstairs had all but been abandoned. Moving the pregnant man into the room was certainly a positive step. "Tim handling the stairs all right?"
"He's not upstairs, Dad."
"You're not making him sleep on the sofa? Good God, he's pregnant, Leroy." There were times Jack could not believe the obtuseness of the boy he'd raised.
Gibbs stared at his father. Sometimes he couldn't understand how oblivious his father was. "No, of course I'm not making him sleep on the sofa. What do you take me for?"
There were only so many places in the house to sleep, and he couldn't imagine the tall, lanky and now pregnant man on the small bed in Kelly's old room. "He's in the guest room? With you? Thought you said you weren't gay?"
"I'm not! It's just that he sleeps better with me there."
Jack continued on as if he hadn't heard. "Because there's nothing wrong with being gay. You remember Charlie Gibbon's youngest boy, Martin? Graduated high school the same year you did? Came out of the closet just last year."
"Dad, Marty's been wearing women's underwear since he was twelve. I'm not sure he was ever in the closet."
"Really? And how do you know that?"
Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell me again why I asked you to come out here for a visit?"
Laughing, Jack patted his son's cheeks like he did when he was little. "Because I'm gonna be a Grandaddy again, Leroy."
He couldn't help but laugh along with his father. "Yeah, Dad, you are."
-NCIS-
"Call for back-up." McGee gunned the engine, grateful when the Magnum's powerful motor roared in response and they began to gain ground. He laid on the horn and ran a red light, hoping the cross-traffic would stop their pursuer. Instead, the other car blew through the intersection, causing a multiple car accident in its wake.
It was all Dorneget could do, not to scream in terror as his call to dispatch went through. "We're under attack, they're chasing us." A bullet pinged off the trunk lid and both men ducked. "They're shooting at us now, we need help."
McGee could hear the dispatcher asking for their location and shouted out their current location and the cross streets as they passed before yelling for her to call Gibbs just as another bullet hit the car and Dorneget dropped his phone.
-NCIS-
Jack wandered into the kitchen, looking for more changes. The refrigerator was well stocked, which would qualify as a change, especially the variety of vegetables and fruits, but it was the carton on the second shelf that caught his eye. "Guess the yogurt must be Tim's."
"Actually, it's pretty good." Gibbs turned around to find his father staring at him. "What?"
"He's got you eating yogurt?"
"Yeah, so?"
Grinning, Jack shook his head. "Nothing, son, absolutely nothing."
-NCIS-
Tony was on his feet within seconds of answering his phone and already pulling out his gun. Ziva didn't wait for an explanation before grabbing her own weapon. They were already on the elevator when he handed her the keys. "McGee's in trouble, you're driving."
-NCIS-
Gibbs put the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. "Tim's doctor's appointment should be done by now. What do you say we go pick him up? He's probably ready to eat something."
"Good, I'm ready to spend some quality time with my new son-in-law."
"Dad..."
"What? You admitted it yourself, you're sleeping together, or do you sit up all night while he sleeps?"
"I'm sleeping, in fact, better than I have in years."
"Yeah..."
Gibbs rolled his eyes at his father's questioning tone. "Sleeping in the same bed is not the same thing as sleeping together."
"Well, why aren't you? It's a little late to worry about getting him pregnant. Don't you find him attractive? I thought he was a pretty good looking guy, myself."
Gibbs shook his head. "Dad, yes, he's good looking, but..."
"Now don't give me that 'I am straight' bull. Nobody's totally straight."
"Dad?" He shook his head again as they stopped for a signal. "Never mind, I don't think I want to know." His phone rang before Jack could push him again. "Yeah, Gibbs... What? Where?" As soon as he had the answer, Gibbs threw his phone down and burned rubber.
-NCIS-
Realizing that FLETC never covered this, Dorneget drew his weapon and tried to get a bead on the other car. He was unable to lean far enough to take the shot with his right hand, forcing him to switch the gun to his left hand. Twisting around, he leaned out the window and fired three rounds.
The other driver returned fire immediately, shattering the driver's side window. Flinching, Tim felt a few glass fragments hit the side of his face. Keeping his head down as low as he could, McGee yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, turning onto a lesser used road to give them more maneuvering room. Dorneget lost his grip as they went over a speed bump and his SIG went flying. "I lost my gun."
"Crap." Tim was too busy driving to pull his own weapon. The roads were icing up and the car fishtailed as they flew around another corner. "Hang on."
-NCIS-
Otis Brooks leaned forward to put his coffee in the cup holder as he fired up his big rig. One more load up to Philly and then he could retire. Thirty-seven years on the road, four kids through college and the most patient woman in the world waiting for him back home. By this time tomorrow, they'd be on their way to New Mexico to start their retirement. Just in time, too, as the first sleet of the year was starting to come down.
He glanced into his mirror before looking down at his gearshift. The linkage was sticking again, but after tomorrow, it was somebody else's problem. The sound grated on his ears, but with a shudder, it finally slipped into low reverse and he started backing out as he returned his attention to his mirrors. Two cars suddenly appeared, but there wasn't time to correct the path of the big Peterbilt. Wouldn't you know it, a perfect driving record was going to be destroyed on his very last day on the road.
a/n -yes, I am evil. Hadn't you noticed that already? Well, see you all on Monday.