This is a story I've been working on for awhile. I keep going over it to make it perfect. Something I normally don't do. Anyway, a few warnings...

THERE WILL BE SEX BETWEEN TWO MALES IN THIS STORY! I would like to say thank you. This story is now my most reviewed and longest story. Let me know what you guys think please? I really really need to know before I just GIVE UP on this story all together. Please?

More warnings will be added as the story goes on as I do not know where this is going to end up.

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"Hey Boss," Tim offered opening his front door, "Before you go in there just a fair warning. Answer Darren's questions and don't bother asking any of your own."

Looking at my agent I carefully walked into the house his words replaying in my mind. What exactly had he meant by that? Maybe I should have gone with a bottle of whiskey.

Three days ago I had informed my Father of Darren. He had wanted to rush down here the second I told him, but after reminding him of the store and saying Darren was a little nervous he waited.

Until tonight that was. Soon my Dad was going to be knocking on that door and I had hoped that Darren would be at least somewhat calm about all of this. from the warning I had thought wrong.

I followed McGee through their house looking around calmly. Everything seemed very peaceful. From the colors of the walls to the furniture. It was all designed to give whomever was there some sense of home.

With how McGee described Darren, the few times we talked, I couldn't say that I was surprised. I wasn't sure if I was the only one that saw it, but Darren was the type of person to want a family.

I could see it too. Both McGee and Darren would make excellent parents. Though if it was too early to think about them getting married in my mind it was way too early for kids.

Still I didn't stop my mind from wondering to the future. Kids running around the house laughing happily, toys scattering the floor. Just the thought made the already welcoming house feel warmer.

"Gibbs!" Darren interrupted, "Taste this."

Taking the fork from my sons hands I calmly took a bite. Darren had called yesterday and asked what Dad would want for dinner. In the end I told him some Chicken Cobonara would be fine.

Now that I was tasting the food though I knew how much time Darren and McGee had put into it. Honestly, I knew I should have expected that, but for some reason I hadn't been.

As soon as I swallowed the food Darren was asking question. In that moment I saw just how much this was affecting him. This whole situation was scaring my son just as much as it was scaring me.

The one difference was that I knew that nothing Darren did would cause Dad to dislike him. Dad didn't care that he was gay, he wouldn't care about his past either. He just wanted to know his grandson.

Still I answered Darren's questions as McGee set the table with a small smile. I did see a lot of the same personality traits between Darren and Abby. This was one of those times where they came glaringly obvious.

"Here, Boss," McGee smiled offering me a beer, "He's going to be like this for awhile."

"Is he like this a lot?" I asked staring at my son.

"No. Boss, Darren's terrified, but he's prideful and refusing to admit it. If he ever admits something is wrong take him seriously. Anyways, he can't do anything about the fear. He can take control over everything else. It's why there's three different pies and ice cream for dessert."

"I thought Darren couldn't cook."

"He can't. He can bake though. And he makes some of the most amazing desserts you'll ever have. How I'm not overweight is beyond me."

"He bakes that much?"

"Luckily no. It's usually only when he's stressed. He likes to say that he becomes the 'Perfect House Wife' when he's stressed. Baking and cleaning. You will never see this house a mess if Darren has any say in it."

Before I could reply back someone rang the doorbell. The house filled with a silence as my eyes darted to Darren. The man was standing in the middle of the kitchen his eyes widened in horror for a moment before he walked into the backyard.

McGee took a step towards his boyfriend only to stop and turn around and look at me. A small almost sad smile came to his lips as he motioned for me to follow Darren outside.

"Go," McGee stated softly.

"McGee," I started.

"He's your son, Gibbs and right now he needs to have a talk with his Dad. Boss, Darren never had a family. He doesn't know what is supposed to happen. What he's supposed to do and he's scared. You have to…You need to show him what being a Father is."

"He's twenty-seven years old."

"Doesn't matter how old he is. Darren needs his Father. And I'm sorry, but…If you can't do that then you and you Dad should go and don't expect him or I at work Monday."

My eyes moved quickly to McGee and saw him glaring slightly at me. I had only heard him use that tone once before. When we were investigating his sister so I knew he was serious about leaving.

I couldn't help but smile slightly at that thought. No matter how many times I told myself that Darren and McGee loved each other it was something else entirely to actually see it.

Ever since this started I found myself seconded guessing my judgment. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with Darren, but McGee did have a point. He wanted a Father and that was me.

"Freaking out?" I questioned from the porch.

"A little," Darren replied never breaking his pacing, "What am I supposed to do here, Gibbs? Cause I have to tell you I suck when it comes to families."

"Seem to be doing good so far."

That got Darren to stop. He looked at me with such childlike confusion that I couldn't help but smile as I walked closer to him. Maybe remembering how to be a father wouldn't be as difficult as I thought.

"I've mentioned Kelly before," I said calmly.

"Yeah," Darren nodded confused.

"Well, as much as you remind me of Abby, and you are like her so don't argue, you remind me of her as well."

"I do?"

Nodding my head slightly I looked up at the stars my mind wondering to my wife and little girl. They would have loved having Darren be part of the family. Though I knew I wouldn't have him if they hadn't have died.

"Shannon once told me that when Kelly heard I was coming home after an assignment she would race around the house cleaning," I smiled slightly, "She wanted everything to be perfect for me. She wasn't old enough to understand…"

"Understand what?" Darren asked confused.

"I could have been coming back to no house at all. As long as my girls were there nothing else mattered."

Darren looked at the ground before giving me a shaky smile. He seemed to understand what I was saying, but I hoped that he truly took it and put the words into practice.

As we stood there in silence I let myself take a good look at my son. He was wearing a simple outfit. Black boots, black trousers, black button-up, shiny black vest, and a black tie. It was then that I remembered McGee's words.

Darren hated to get dressed like this, yet this is the only way I had ever seen him. Besides his work out clothing. He was trying to impress us for some reason and I didn't like that.

No matter what the man was wearing he was going to be my son and he needed to realize that. Hell, now that I thought about it I had never seen him with his piercings in either.

"What are you doing, Darren?" I shook my head.

"Standing here?" Darren replied confused.

"You hate ties and you're not wearing your piercings."

"Trying to look professional?"

"That a question? Darren, you've seen Abby. Go change."

Seeing Darren open his mouth to argue I turned around and made my way inside. This wasn't something I wanted to talk about. Darren needed to be himself around us and if that meant giving him a push than that's what I was going to do.

When I got into the house I noticed McGee and my Dad looking at a drawing on the wall. I could vaguely remember it as being one Darren showed me awhile back, but I couldn't say I was really paying attention that day.

"Hey Dad," I spoke walking up to them.

"Leroy," Dad smiled as we hugged, "Where's your boy?"

"Getting changed."

Dad nodded his head before going back to the artwork. I had to admit that he seemed completely comfortable being in the house of a grandson he never met talking to his boyfriend that happened to work for me.

"You must be Darren," Dad said turning to the doorway.

Turning towards the man in question I saw him standing there with a plain black T-shirt, black pants with chains hanging off of them, and the same black boots. His piercings were also back in place.

"I am," Darren answered shyly, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Gibbs."

"None of that," Dad shrugged off before pulled Darren into a hug, "If you aren't ready to call me Grandpa yet Jackson works just fine. Welcome to the family, Darren."