A/N: I know Gibbs is a little OOC, but I think it was justified. Please review. I love them and appreciate them. Disclaimer: the usual.

Gibbs woke up around three a.m. and debated rolling over and going back to sleep. But he figured it would be the only time the house was quiet. Not that he completely hated having a full house.

"Dammit! I can't believe I thought that!" he cursed quietly.

He went down stairs and made a cup a coffee and wandered over to his couch. He sat down with a big sigh and took a sip. He closed his eyes to relax.

"Gibby"

Gibbs looked up to see Chelsea standing right in front of him, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Gibbs heart contracted. She looked just like Kelly in her little purple footie pajamas.

"Hey there pretty lady." he whispered, pulling her into his lap, "What are you doing up?"

"Mommy making noise." Chelsea said, putting her hands over her ears and making a face.

Gibbs chuckled, pulling the sleepy girl closer. He had heard of Ziva's snoring problem. He saw that Chelsea was nodding off.

"Goodnight sweetie."

"Wuv you Gibby." she murmured, snuggling in his arms.

Gibbs allowed a single tear to fall from his eye. God he missed Kelly.

Ziva had a minor panic attack when she saw that Chelsea wasn't in her bed.

"Tim!" she hissed, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Wha-What!" McGee bolted upright.

"Where is Chelsea?"

McGee laid back down, closed his eyes and rolled onto his side. He was exhausted. "Who?"

Ziva punched his side.

"Owww! I'm up!" McGee held his side, "Dang woman, she's probably upstairs."

She crossed her arms and glared at him. Out of fear of death, McGee got out of bed, albeit painfully.

"I heard shouting. What's wrong?" They looked up to see an amused Damon at the top of the stairs.

Ziva was finding no humor in the situation. "Where's Chelsea?"

"She's upstairs with Gibbs." Damon said with a cocky grin, "They are playing with some old dolls of Kelly's."

McGee and Ziva sprinted up the stairs. This they had to see. They peeked into the living room. Chelsea and Gibbs were sitting on the floor.

"Gibby!" Chelsea squealed, holding up a nice, but worn doll, "She pretty."

Gibbs laughed.

"Does he know we're up?" McGee whispered to Damon.

Damon shook his head and bit his lip to avoid laughing out loud.

Ziva was speechless.

"Nobody tell Tony." McGee muttered.

"Nobody tell Tony what?"

All three jumped when Gibbs turned to look at them.

"He knew we were here the whole time." Damon said in awe.

"We shoulda known." McGee said, shaking his head, "He's Gibbs."

"Uh- time to get dressed Chelsea." Ziva said, avoiding Gibbs' eyes as she picked up a pouting Chelsea.

"My doll." she said unhappily.

Everyone scattered to get ready. Gibbs groaned. He really hoped nobody would tell Tony.

Tony was starting to feel left out as he watched the parade coming out of the elevator. Gibbs, coffee slash swill in hand. Ziva, holding Chelsea, standing as close as protocol allowed to McGee. Lastly, Damon, looking quite content.

Tony was seriously considering making up an excuse in order to move in with Gibbs too. But then he remembered that he would have to bunk with Damon. And there was only one bed.

Maybe he could have the couch.

"TONY!"

He was jolted out of his thoughts by an angry Ziva.

"What!" he exclaimed at a slightly lower decibel.

"Did you get anything on Kyle Rush's bank records?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"What crawled up-" he stopped when she brought out her knife.

"I had a weird morning DiNozzo. Don't push it."

He wasn't gonna push it.

"He hasn't use his credit or debit card since the attack." Tony told the waiting team.

"How about his cell McGee?" Gibbs asked.

"Turned off after the attack as well." McGee reported.

"Let's go." Gibb barked, standing.

"Where?" Tony asked, mimicking his actions.

"The recovery office." Gibbs said, leading the pack.

Harvey and Wendy were still out of state so the office was untouched.

"Ok Damon, where were you standing?" Gibbs said.

Damon moved to the middle of the front room. "Right here."

"Were you facing the front doors?"

"Yeah," Damon nodded, "Kyle had just come through the door. I was waiting for him."

"Waiting?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, I called him and said I needed to talk to him."

"Is there a back door?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, we-" Damon groaned, "Shit. He knew I was gonna confront him and brought help. God, I'm stupid."

"He tricked you." McGee tried to comfort him, "It's not your fault."

Damon whirled around angrily. "I was a frickin' marine. I should of seen this."

"Check the back door DiNozzo." Gibbs said.

"On it boss."

"Did you know anything about Kyle's past?" McGee asked.

"He just said he came from a rotten childhood. He wouldn't elaborate." Damon shrugged.

"I'll dig." McGee said, tapping away on his PDA.

"I will take pictures." Ziva said following McGee out of the room.

Gibb put his hand on Damon's shoulder. "It happens Damon."

Damon looked at him and snorted. "Not to you."

Gibbs let out a horse laugh. It was amazing how many people saw him as infallible.

"Especially me."