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A/N: Gah, yes, I know, chapter 37 and 38 are still the same. I've been working my butt off trying to get it back, doing system restores on my hard drive, emailing some friends, but I still don't have it.
If any of you, by some miracle, have it on your own computer, or printed it out, could you please send it to me?!
Enjoy!
---X---

"When will they be here, Abby?" Jack asked, sitting at the table, watching his son and the raven haired woman before him work in the kitchen, in synchronized motions.
"Mmm, about one today. But Franks and Fornell said they'd probably come a little early."

Gibbs' father nodded, and continued to take in the sight before him.
He watched as his son moved from one of the cabinets, making breakfast, and Abby moved around the room, readying the dinner that would be served later.

It seemed as if, somewhere in the middle of their little dance of domestication, there was a mistake, and they both met up in the middle, facing each other. Gibbs and Abby both grinned, then circled around each other and continued to make the food they had been working on.

Jackson had asked to help, but it seemed as if the two both knew their way around the other, and that him joining in, would only disrupt the natural flow that they created together. But the older man was content to watch Abby make his son smile, and at the same time, ponder whether or not his son had feelings for his lab rat.

Gibbs finished with the pancakes he was making for everyone for breakfast and put a plate in front of each of the three seats. Just as he did that, Abby had finished off preparing the food and placed the turkey in the oven.

"Oh, thanks, Gibbs, but I still have to feed Anna, so I'll just bring her down."
Gibbs nodded, and watched as Abby went up the stairs to fetch the baby.

"She calls you Gibbs?" Jack asks skeptically.
"She's never called me anything but."
"I just figured since you're sleeping together-" he saw the look on his son's face. "-sleeping in the same bed together, she would call you Jethro."

"But I'm telling you Jeth-Gibbs he's not your man…"

"Leroy?"
"Huh?" Gibbs turned his head to his father.
"You still with me, son?"
"Yeah."

Before Jack could say anymore, Abby walked down the stairs with Anna in her arms. She stepped into the kitchen and put Anna in the infants' highchair, then went to make up her bottle.
"I'll do it, Abbs," Gibbs says, standing. Not only did he want to do it, but it would save him from the questioning glances of his father. Those thoughts were getting more frequent.

She smiled. "Thanks, Gibbs."
After he told them they could start on their breakfast without him, he continued to make up Anna's bottle and couldn't help of be reminded how he used to do it for Kelly in the middle of the night.

And how he still felt like a father doing it for Anna.
---X---

Later, Gibbs, Abby, and Jack were all sitting in the living room, when there was a knock at the door.

Abby immediately jumped up. "I'll get it!"
Gibbs and Jack exchanged smiling glances at Abby's actions.

"Franks!" Abby exclaims, wrapping Mike in a hug that was similar to the one she gave Jack the day before.
"Hey, darlin'," he responds. He smirked at Gibbs over Abby's shoulders as he returned the hug - enjoying it a bit too much - causing Gibbs to send him a warning glare.

Abby knew exactly what Gibbs was trying to do as he says, "Why don't you come over and meet Jack, Mike?" He said it without breaking his gaze from Franks, who was unaffected.

As Franks moved over to greet Jack, Abby signed to Gibbs. *Don't worry, Gibbs. You'll always be my favorite person to hug. Especially in a red-light situation hug.*
Gibbs couldn't help but smirk at the idea.
*That's my Gibbs,* she signs with a wink.

"Mike Franks," he introduces himself as he shakes Jackson's hand.
"Jackson Gibbs," he returns.
"Ah, you're Probie's father?" Mike wasn't about to add that he'd assumed him long dead, as Gibbs had never brought up his father.
Understanding that Probie was a nickname for his son, he replies with, "That'd be me."
"It's nice to finally meet you."
"Same."

Franks turned toward Abby. "I heard you had a little darling of your own."
She smiles. "Mmhmm, she's upstairs." And with that, she turned around and gestured for him to follow her up the stairs.
"Oh, she is, is she?" He says, looking at Gibbs with raised eyebrows.

Mike lowered his voice. "Good work, Probie." He went after Abby upstairs.

Gibbs put his head in his hands, partly exasperated at his mentor's insistency, partly embarrassed, and maybe even a tad amused.

Maybe.
---X---
A Little While Later…

There was another knock at the door.
"That's probably Tobias," Gibbs announces, standing.
"Tobias?" Jack asks.

"That's Gibbs' friend-slash-enemy from the FBI," Abby calls from down the stairs, still with Mike. "He's got Emily with him, too. That's his daughter."
Jackson sat back against the couch, nothing more to ask. "Oh."

Gibbs opened the door.
"Hello, Jethro," Tobias recognizes.
"Fornell."

"Where's Anna?" Emily asks, ready to greet Abby and the baby.
Gibbs chuckles slightly at her urgency. "Upstairs."
"Cool." She enters the living room and sees the man on the sofa. "Hello." She waved, then quickly continued up the stairs.

"I heard that your father was here?" Fornell says.
"From who?" Gibbs asks, then answers his own question. "Abby."
"Yep."

Tobias steps in and Gibbs shuts the door. "This must be him. I'm Tobias Fornell." Fornell was all business as usual.
"Jackson Gibbs." They nodded their greetings.

"Abby didn't tell DiNozzo, did she?"
"DiNutso? Probably not, I'd like to see his reaction though…I better go up. I'd like to see Anna as well," Tobias tells them before going upstairs.

It seemed that the most popular tourist attraction was the baby upstairs, but Gibbs could understand that.
---X---
Later…

"Tony, why did you offer to drive me?" Ziva asks, in Tony's car on the way to Gibbs' place.
"Well, it wouldn't be very safe if you drove, would it?" Tony replies, making a turn.
She rolls her eyes. "It was just so out of the glue."
"Glue? Out of the blue, Ziv. You know, sometimes I get the feeling you make these mistakes on purpose. I mean, come on, glue?"

"I speak many languages, forgive me if I get a little confused."
"A little confused? You said glue!"
She sighed. "Yes, Tony, I know, I was there."
There was a pause, the only noise being Sinatra playing from the speakers of his car.

"Who do you think Probie's date is? His sister?" Tony laughed.
"His sister went down to Delaware to visit their parents."
"Oh…How do you know that?"
"He told me."
"Over one of those dinners that I'm never invited to?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Well, then!" He guffaws.

There was another short pause.
"You still didn't answer my question. Why did you offer to drive me?"
"I have to bring a date, Ziva. I didn't want to be like McProbius," Tony grins.
"Are you saying that this is a date?"
"Since you aren't paying for dinner…Yeah, why not." He pulled in front of Gibbs' house.

Tony tells her to stay in the car, which she raises an eyebrow at, but she does as told anyway.
He comes around to her side and opens her door for her.
She laughs. "Very romantic, Tony."
"Hey, look, here comes McGee in his Porsche." He still couldn't believe that Tim had one.

"Ah…Can you see her yet? His date?"
"Nope, but here he's getting closer. Why can you?"
"Yes, but I think you should be surprised."
"Is it the Director?!"
"No. Now let's go in." She tugged him towards the front door and his head was turned, still trying to get a glimpse of the woman.
"Fine," he concedes, knocking on the door.

A few moments later, the door opens to Abby.
"Hey, you guys!" She crashes into both of them, wrapping them into a hug at the same time. She breaks away, grinning. "Everyone is upstairs with Anna, except for Gibbs and his dad."

"Gibbs' what? The Boss' dad is here, from Stillwater!? No way!"
"How did you know he's from Stillwater?" Abby asks as Tony brushes past her.

Ziva rolls her eyes. "He's been acting a bit…odd lately."
Abby smiles and nods. "I know."

"Hey, Ziva! Hey, Abby!" McGee calls from the driveway, having parked his car across the street.

He had a familiar woman by his side.

"Hey, McGee," Ziva greets, her eyebrows raising a bit at the woman, but not in a bad way. "I'll just go inside," she whispers to Abby, then does as she said she would.

"Hi, Timmy," Abby smiles. She grins at the woman beside him.

"Hello, Fiona."
---X---

"But…Why did you want to drive so badly, Doctor?" Jimmy asks Ducky, in his old Morgan.
"Well, I couldn't have you getting us lost, could I, Mister Palmer?"

Palmer sat back in his seat, like a child would after being denied a new toy.
"I guess not," he responds immaturely.
"Don't be so childish, Jimmy," he dismisses his assistant's attitude.

At the sound of his name instead of his title, the younger man sighs.

Ducky was right.

Palmer probably would get them lost.
---X---

"Thank you for driving me, Scott," Jenny thanked her driver, stepping out of the black car, and walking up the drive.

She knocked on the door at the same time she heard the car drive away.
The Director expected to see Abby open the door, but Gibbs opened it instead.
"Hey, Jen," he greets, stepping out of the way to let her in, leaving no time for small-talk. She wasn't sure if he did that deliberately, but you could never be sure with Gibbs.

"Hello, Jethro," she says, smiling a bit. She stepped inside.

Jen heard the faint sound of a football game playing on the television in the next room. 'DiNozzo's here.' She thought.

"Abbs, Duck, Em, Gertie, and Fiona are in the kitchen. Tony, McGee, and Palmer are upstairs with Annie. And Fornell, Mike, and Jack are in the living room."
"Jack?" Jenny asks.
Gibbs inclines his head slightly. "My dad."
"Really?"
"Yep. Abby's doing."
"Of course it is," Jenny smiles, a bit sadly.

Gibbs becomes a bit concerned. "You okay?"
"Yeah…I think I'll go make a visit to my favorite niece," she tells him, her thumb pointing behind her shoulder.
He nods, confused by her emotions to some extent, but he lets it go.

For now.
---X---

"You know, Emily, this recipe goes way back to Muriel Beatrice Mallard. My great-great aunt, a talented stage performer, very talented. You remind me of her, actually. With your golden hair…" He playfully tugs on one of her braids, with a chuckle.
"I've only seen pictures, and heard stories, but I'm sure she would have liked you very much."

She turned to him. "Grandpa Ducky, do you ever run out of stories?"
"Well, I-" he thought for a moment, stopping the movement of stirring the potatoes as he hemmed and hawed for a short moment. "I don't think so. There was actually a time, when I was at my cousin's Christmas party, 1978, and I had nothing to say, so…"

"Ducky," Abby interrupts. "Are you about to tell a story about telling stories?"
"Did I get sidetracked again, my dear?"
"You went from the history of Thanksgiving, to traditions, to recipes, to your great aunt Muriel, to a story about stories."

"Hmm," he begins. "I'd say I'm right on track then." He smiles. "Now where was I…"
---X---

"I've gotta' be, I'm telling ya', if I wasn't, it wouldn't make sense," Tony whispers, upstairs with McGee, Palmer, and Anna.
"No, no, no. I still think I'm the favorite uncle," McGee insists.

"I'm sure if Anna could talk, she'd tell you all to be quiet about the favorite uncle thing," Palmer says.

"You're right."

They all turn toward the crib, jaws dropped.
"Did…Did you just talk?" Jimmy asks Anna, shocked.

"Yes…No, of course not, this is Jenny," she laughs from across the room.
"Oh, hello Director," Palmer tells her, slightly embarrassed.

Jenny looked at Anna in the crib, then noticed the sign she given to Abby hanging on its headboard.
Since Jack had occupied the guest room the other night, Gibbs and Abby had moved the sign.

She couldn't help but think it looked so perfect where it was.
So…At home.
---X---
Later…

Jackson, Mike, and Fornell all went upstairs to see Anna just before dinner, it was only them. Emily had come up, too, for a quick visit again, then went downstairs to wash her hands before they all ate.

Mike chuckled. "She's a pretty one, huh? I bet she'll look just like Abby when she gets older."
Fornell nodded in agreement, but all Jack could do was wonder how he was able to miss out on so many things happening in his son's life.
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Gibbs walked up the stairs to get the other men, everyone had helped set the plates on the table, and all they needed now was the four upstairs, Anna, Jackson, Fornell, and Mike.

He entered the room in which Anna was, and walked up to them. "Hey, the food's done. We're waiting for you all."

"Yeah, yeah, Probie," Franks says, dismissively. "We'll be right there." He said it nonchalantly, but he was anxious to taste the food that had filled the entire house with a delicious scent.

"Anna's just waking up, all the easier to take her downstairs," Fornell comments.

The baby's eyes opened, showing two bright blue eyes, which were extremely familiar to the three standing above the crib.
Very familiar.

Mike, Jack, and Tobias slowly turned their heads away from the young girl, up to a slightly confused Gibbs. They all stared him, wordlessly.

"What?" He asks, shrugging slightly.

The three exchange glances, then, all of them leaving the room, Mike says, "We'll be downstairs."

Gibbs just shakes his head, not realizing that it was the baby's eyes that caused their reaction.
And their realizations.
---X---

"Now," Ducky begins, "We will all say what we are thankful for. First, everyone grab the person-next-to-you's hand."

Tony muttered something incoherently as he was forced to hold McGee's hand.

"Okay, now…Tony, you first."

He took in a breath; sometimes he didn't enjoy going first. "I'm thankful for-" he looked around. "-everyone here, you guys are all like family…You guys are my family. And, I'm thankful that Abby's a good cook, because that turkey looks…Awesome."

Everyone laughed.

"Timothy."

"I'm thankful that Abby convinced Gibbs to throw a thanksgiving party. It's nice getting the gang together."

Ducky nodded. "Fiona."

"I may not know all of you very well, but I'm thankful that I actually had something to do on Thanksgiving, and I'm glad that I'm doing it with all of you."

"Ziva."

"We do not have a Thanksgiving in Israel, so I'm thankful that it is all of you who are all helping me gain knowledge in American customs, and that we are all together."

The doctor smiled. "Mister Palmer."

"I'm thankful that we're all here and together…and that I'm the favorite uncle."
"Ugh," Tony groans.

"How about…Franks."

The man sighed. "I'm thankful that I actually got invited to something...By all of you. And I'm with DiNozzo, that turkey…"

Everyone at the table laughed again.
"Jackson."

He smiled. "I'm thankful for that little lady right there." He nodded his head toward Abby. "Because, if she hadn't gotten my son to agree to this party, it might have been another fifteen years since we spoke to each other."
Abby smiled brightly.

"I'm thankful for everyone here, you are all wonderful people. And, Mister Palmer, I don't care that you get us lost all the time, it's...it's who you are."
Palmer beamed.

Ducky continued to call names around the table until the only ones who hadn't gone were Gibbs and Abby.
"Abigail."

"I'm thankful for a lot of things," she starts. "But today, I'm very thankful to have everyone here like this, together. And I'm very thankful for Annie-" She gently and playfully pinched her daughter's cheek, and she giggled, causing everyone to smile. "-And I'm also very thankful for Gibbs." She swiftly did the same thing to his cheek, causing everyone to burst into hysterics.

Gibbs held back a grin.

Once everyone had calmed down a bit, Ducky called the last person. "Jethro."

"I'm thankful that I have anyone to celebrate anything with…And I'm very thankful for Abby, Annie, and my dad."
Everyone smiled, mostly Jack.
"I'm thankful that everyone's here, happy, healthy, and safe…And that Abby cooked."

"Can we eat now?" Tony asks impatiently. "I just have to have some turkey."

Abby nodded at Ducky, and he grinned. "Everyone eat."

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A/N: I can't believe we're getting closer to the end…
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