"He's beautiful," Abby said softly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She and Tim had just been allowed to go in and see their baby for the first time since he was born. He had light brown hair, fair skin and was ever-so-small. He had pouty lips, just like his daddy, and long fingers, like both of his parents. He really was a beautiful baby…

But, there was still a sadness to it all. No matter how happy both Abby and Tim were to have a baby, they never wanted it to be like this. Tubes were everywhere. Up the baby's nose and down his throat. A large machine was close by, helping to give breath to the newborn.

"Yes he is," Tim agreed.

After a while, Abby decided she wanted Gibbs and Tony to come see the baby as well. She and Tim talked to the nurse and, after a long argument, the young lady went to go get the two men out of the waiting room. The rules were that no one else besides the parents were allowed in NICU, but that just wasn't going to work with Abby. She wanted them there… now!

A few minutes later, after scrubbing their hands and arms, Tony and Gibbs walked in. They made their way over to Tim and Abby.

"Hey," Tony said quietly.

Tim and Abby looked up. "Hey," Tim replied with a small smile.

He moved over some so Tony and Gibbs could move up to see the baby.

"Wow," Tony said as he looked at the little boy. "It's like the perfect mix of you guys. You should name the McBaby McAbby."

Gibbs shook his head. "He is a handsome one," He said.

"Thank you," Abby replied. "But, we didn't want you guys in here just to see the baby."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"We decided on a name," Tim said. He looked over at Abby for her to continue.

"It's Anthony Jethro."

Both men went into a mini-shock. Neither had expected the baby to be named after them… especially Tony.

"Are… Are you serious?" Tony asked, a slight smile on his face.

They both nodded.

"We're going to call him AJ," Tim replied, "so both of your names will always be a part of what he's called."

Gibbs didn't really know what to say. Abby could sense that. She knew that he was probably wondering why they would name the baby after him, but he wouldn't ask.

She walked over to him and put her arm around him. "It's because you're like a father to us both," She said. "There was never a doubt that he would have your name."

Gibbs smiled slightly and put his arm around her, rubbing her back softly. "Thanks, Abbs," He said quietly, fighting back his urge to tear up.

Tony went over by Tim. "Why would you name him after me? I mean, I get Gibbs… but me?"

"To be honest, we were originally going to name him Austin, after my grandpa, but once you talked to me earlier…" Tim shrugged, "I realized that you are part of our family as well. I'm closer to you than I was to my grandpa… I only saw him twice a year. When I mentioned to Abby that I was thinking about naming him after you instead she couldn't have been happier. In less than an hours time, you helped me so much. This is my way of saying thank you."

Tony looked back at AJ and smiled. "You think he'll take after me?"

Tim let out a deep breath. "It's just a name, Tony. He doesn't have your genes."

"Still," Tony replied. "I had a girlfriend by the first day of preschool… first hour, actually. First kiss at six. Second base by twelve. Third base by-"

"Stop," Tim interrupted. "You're making me rethink the whole naming thing."

"Or, he'll be too busy thinking about encryption codes and other McGeek things to even care about girls until he's as least eighteen."

Tim nodded. "I like that better… Although I'd prefer twenty-one over eighteen. No eighteen year old boy thinks clearly."

"Very true."

The next day at noon, Abby was released. She had had a pretty easy delivery with no problems on her end, so she was able to leave fairly quickly.

"I don't want to go," She said as Tim packed up their things.

"Abby, you need to get some sleep. You haven't slept at all."

"How am I supposed to sleep? How am I supposed to relax at all?"

Tim went over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. "I know you're scared, Abbs. I am too. But we can't let ourselves go. We need rest so we can take good care of AJ."

"But what if something happens while we're gone? I need to be here for him."

"If something happens then they'll call us."

Abby shook her head. "No, no, I'm staying."

"Ab-"

"Mind if I talk to her?" Gibbs asked, standing in the doorway.

They both turned to him. "Hey, Boss," Tim began. He picked up some of their things and headed for the door. "Feel free to talk away. I'm going to take this stuff to the car."

Gibbs nodded and went into the room. "Abbs-"

"Don't try and convince me to leave, Gibbs, it's not gonna work. That's my baby and I don't want him to be here alone."

"You need sleep, Abby."

"I can sleep when AJ is better."

"Ab-"

"I mean, what if something happens while I'm gone and he doesn't have any family here for him? I can't do that. I won't do that."

"Abby, would you let me talk?"

Abby sighed. "Fine."

"How about I stay here while you and Tim go get some sleep? I won't leave AJ, I promise."

"But… But what about work?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Tony and Ziva are there and we don't have a case right now anyway. It'll be fine. You two can go and sleep for as long as you need, get something to eat that's not hospital food, and come back later on. I'll call you if you're needed."

Abby thought for a moment. "You promise you'll call?"

"I promise."

"And you won't care if Tim or I call like every half hour?"

"I already figured you would."

"I… I guess I'll go then… But-"

"Abby, it'll be fine."

Abby took a deep breath. "Okay."

Gibbs sat down in the chair beside AJ, who was in an incubator. He stared at the little boy, almost not believing how much it looked like a perfect mix of Tim and Abby.

"You the grandpa?" A nurse asked as she walked up to him.

He shook his head. "Not really, but I feel like it. How is he?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, it doesn't look good right now."

"How much of a chance he'll make it?"

"My opinion, not more than ten percent."

Gibbs let out a deep breath.

"But," She continued, "I've seen babies live when I've given them a five percent chance… Just don't give up hope. Okay?"

Gibbs nodded and the nurse gave him a reassuring smile before she walked away.

He leaned forward a bit and began to whisper. "Hey little guy, I know things seem tough right now, but you gotta stay strong, okay? You've got some of the best parents out there. They'd do anything for you. You just need to make sure you get better so you can grow up with them… with all of us. Everyone at NCIS, everyone on my team, we're a family. You're part of that team now, so I'm gonna tell you what I told one of my team members when he was barely hangin' on… You don't have permission to die."

I feel so bad! I'm so sorry it has taken this long, but I kinda feel like my education should come first so I haven't really had time to write anything for fanfiction lately. I had to write 5 essays this week plus study for a Western Civ quiz. But, for the rest of this weekend I have nothing to do (besides going to my nephew's 6th b-day party) so I should be able to write more for a couple of days.

I hope you guys liked this chapter. Once again, I'm very sorry for the late update.