DiNozzo's phone rings three miles away from Mac's house. He quickly pulls the phone from his pocket, and puts it up to his ear.
"DiNozzo," he answers.
"I don't know what the hell your plan was exactly, DiNozzo, but it appears that it has been a success."
"What do you mean, boss?"
"We apprehended the parties responsible for the bombing."
"Where?"
"Lying in wait at General MacKenzie's house."
"I don't understand," he admits.
Mac holds out her hand. DiNozzo places the phone in her hand.
"Agent Gibbs."
"Mac?"
"His plan was to live happily ever after, or some such nonsense."
"With no idea how to accomplish that, no doubt," Gibbs responds.
"I made a little phone call to the neighbor," she admits.
"What did you say to her?"
"I had her go to the house, and make a phone call."
"Saying what?"
"I told her to call my grandmother."
"Your grandmother?"
"My grandmother is dead," Sarah explains.
"I assumed that when Abby told me about the phone call. We also managed to locate, and eliminate the head of the organization."
"We're on our way."
"Tell Agent DiNozzo that I expect to see him first thing in the morning."
"Will do."
Gibbs hangs up the phone. Sarah returns the phone to DiNozzo. Within a few moments they are pulling into the driveway. DiNozzo lifts Harmon out of the backseat. He puts the sleeping boy over his shoulder. Sarah carefully unbuckles Reed.
"I'll get him," DiNozzo tells her.
"I am capable of carrying him in the house."
"But…"
"Don't argue."
He nods, and proceeds to carry Harmon into the house. He places him on the couch. Sarah places Reed on the other end of the couch.
"Now we have to unload the car."
"I'll do it," he tells her.
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't treat me like a complete and total invalid."
"I just don't want…"
She cuts him off, "If you value your life you won't finish that sentence."
"Yes, ma'am," he salutes.
She rolls her eyes. They eventually manage to unload the vehicle. Tony proceeds to close the door once they're finished. Mac cringes as she hears the door slam. The boys eyes pop open. They look around, in silence for a moment. Reed jumps off the couch.
"We're home," he squeals.
"Reed can you sit down, please?"
"I want to go to my room, and play," he tells her.
"I need a moment of your time."
"Are we going to debrief?" Harmon questions.
Mac furrows her brow, "Debrief? Where did you hear that word?"
"Top Gun," Harmon admits.
"When did you watch that?"
"Yesterday," he answers.
She looks at Tony, who sits on the arm of the couch, next to Reed.
"Guilty as charged," he admits.
"Mommy, I want to go play with my helicopter," Reed begs.
"In a minute. I want to talk to you first."
"About what?" Reed groans.
"Things are going to be changing in this house."
"Tony's going to stay here, right?" Harmon questions.
"Yes," she nods in confirmation.
"Is that all?" Reed quizzes, impatiently.
"That is not all. There is another change that I would like to talk about," she reveals.
"The two of you are going to have clear all of your extra toys out of the office. You have a play room for toys."
"We like to play under your desk," Harmon reminds her.
"The desk is moving out, too."
"Why?" Reed queries.
"We need the room."
"For what?" Reed wonders.
She grins, "Those chickens we talked about."
"Huh?" He looks up at her with a puzzled look on his face.
"The kangaroo," she replies.
"You said that there wasn't a kangaroo in there," he reminds her.
"There's not."
"In where?" Harmon chimes in.
"Her belly."
Harmon rolls his eyes, "You thought it was a kangaroo? Reed there isn't a kangaroo in there."
"I know."
"Only a kangaroo can have a kangaroo baby," Harmon explains, "Mommy is having a real baby."
Mac stares at the five year old in disbelief, "Excuse me?"
"I think that he means it's human," Reed clarifies.
"Right," Harmon nods in confirmation.
"Can we go play now?" Reed insists.
"No," Tony enters the conversation, "Let your mom finish."
"I am not having a baby," Mac tells them.
"You're not?" Harmon furrows his brow.
"I am having two babies."
"They're not kangaroo babies," Reed grins.
"No," she shakes her head.
"It would be kind of cool to have a kangaroo," Harmon admits.
"No kangaroos," Mac responds.
"So are we done?" Reed hopes.
"The two of you are going to have a sister," Tony tells them.
"Okay," Reed agrees.
"What's the other baby?" Harmon questions.
"We don't know yet."
"So can we go play now?" Harmon wonders.
"The two of you aren't upset?" Mac probes.
"Nope," Reed denies.
"Do we have to share a room?" Harmon inquires.
"No."
"Okay, can we go now?" Reed continues.
"Fine, go," Mac relents. The two boys race out of the living room, towards the stairs. Mac takes a seat on the couch next to her new husband. He grins at her.
"Obviously they are unfazed by the news," she admits.
"And in ten years when they're teenagers and their sister is hogging the bathroom they may feel differently," Tony adds.
"I wonder how long Harmon knew?"
"You didn't know that he knew?"
"No," she shakes her head, "Did you?"
"He talked to me about it weeks ago."