A/N: Sorry guys I meant to update this long ago but life (especially work) has me running around every second I'm awake. I'll try to update the rest of my stories as soon as possible! And to my new followers, welcome!
And some very good news: my new charger is almost here! It should arrive this week, finally!
"Leroy! Tony! It's good to see you boys!"
"Good to see you too Dad! Welcome to Washington" Gibbs eneveloped his Dad in a tight hug before giving his son room to greet his Grandpa.
"Hi Gramps."
"Hi Tony, how are you doing?"
"Better everyday. Doesn't hurt having you here either." Tony answered while giving his Grandpa a bear hug.
"That's good to hear." Jackson chuckled. "You know you'll outgrow your Dad one of these days."
"You better not even think about that son!" Gibbs warned.
"Hey Gramps we have something to show you"
"Let your Grandpa settle down first, Tony. That will give us the opportunity to finish it first and show Steve and Tim it at the same time."
"Show us what?" Steve asked curiously, coming out the backdoor with Tim. "It better not be your cooking skills Leroy or we might as well tell Mike to turn back around."
"I'm startig to wonder why I invited you in the first place"
"Because Mike likes me." Gibbs snorted at that.
"The only people Mike likes are my two sons."
"And I'm their Uncle."
"The cooking fairy, we know. Get to work or you wont get to see what we were working on."
"Not fair." Steve muttered, but he couldn't hide the smile that played on his lips. "Anybody want to join me?!"
"Noup. Gotta finish something."
"I'm with Dad."
"I'll help you." Tim offered, looking at Steve. "I really don't mind."
"Thanks kiddo."
"I think I'll take a nap first, but then I'll join you."
"Sounds good to me. Come on Tim, the faster we do this, the less time for your Dad to accidentally wander into the kitchen and burn something." Gibbs just shook his head as Tim and Tony laughed alongside Steve and Jackson.
-Just like you-
"I can't smell any smoke so it can't be Probie in there" Grandpa Mike teased as he entered the kitchen with arms outstreched invitingly.
"Grandpa!" Tim immeadiately flew into the outstreched arms, his messy apron quickly forgotten.
"Noup, it's your more talented son." Uncle Steve stated with a grin. "Good to see you Mike."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Steven." Mike snorted. "Where is Probie and my other grandson?!"
"Out back I believe. They wouldn't tell us what they were doing, but as far as I know it doesn't involve any cooking."
"Can I come with you grandpa?!"
"Sure Buddy. If you are finished helping your Uncle." Tim gave Uncle Steve a guilty look, but the older man just smiled reassuringly.
"Make sure that the old man doesn't fall over his own two feet."
"You calling me old, boy?!"
"Never Mike."
"You better not or I'll show you just how much strength I have left in my hand."
"No thankyou."
"Come on Gramps."
The two got into their coats and made their way out back to the trees from where they could hear the tell-tale sounds of carpenting.
"Is it safe to enter?!" Mike shouted questioningly.
"Wait Gramps, we are coming down!" Tony instantly replied.
"What's with all the secrets Probie Junior?!" Mike instantly cursed himself when he saw the look that crossed Tony's face for just a moment. "I didn't mean it like that." He drew Tony into a strong hug "Everything is good between us, I just wondered about the treehouse."
"Dad wanted to impress Grandpa Jack."
"I told Tony that I already look impressive since I raise his beloved grandsons, but he didn't believe me."
"Well there is nothing that impressive about us" Tony argued blushing as he pushed himself away from Mike's chest.
"I for once agree with your Dad, Junior."
"Could I have that in writing?" Gibbs asked with a smile.
"Why? It won't happen again."
"That is exactly why. How is the cooking going?"
"Good enough."
"Are we interrupting something?" Luke asked tentatively as he and his Dad, along with his brother joined the group. Luke had met Mike more than a few times during the years, but he was also painfully aware that his latest stunt probably had caused him to loose every amount of kindness the man had ever felt towards him.
"No. It's good to see you boys. Where is Kristin?" Mike wondered.
"At home, she wasn't feeling that good so she said she'd finally get some sleep with us out of the house." Seeing Tony watching them closely, Matt used the arm he already had around Luke's shoulders to draw him close and press a light kiss to the top of the messy hair. "Go reassure your best friend. I'm pretty sure by his look that he made you talk to him at one point or another." As Luke made his way over to a slightly guilty looking Tony, Matt nudged his youngest causing Jamie to happily walk over to greet Tim.
"Boys, why don't you go wake up Grandpa Jack?" Gibbs proposed and when the boys left he gave Mike a look as well.
"I'll go see how far Steve has gotten with the cooking.
"What's on your mind Matt?"
"My oldest."
"I'm guessing this isn't about the partying and all that?"
"No. I knew he acted weird around me the past week, but I just thought that he was mad about his grounding. Turns out the kid thought I still was angry so to keep the mood good for Jamie he tried to stay out of my way."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Yeah. I'm just not sure what more I can do. How could I not have noticed earlier?!"
"From my experience neither of our oldest boys like to talk."
"No they don't and that's the problem. Be honest Jethro, am I a bad father?"
"No."
"Why wouldn't he talk to me then?! It feels like he doesn't trust me anymore."
"He's a teenager Matt. I saw the two of you a moment ago, you aren't the enemy in his eyes."
"He is too much like me for his own good at times." Gibbs couldn't help but snort at the statement.
"Aren't they all. And that Matt is where you start. Spend some time with him and let him see he isn't the only one who makes mistakes."
"I'm not sure what though. God knows I'm proud of the boy, but the last few months we've grown apart."
"They promised the first snow of the year in a few days, maybe you could take him on a hike or have a snowball fight. Anyhting, as long as you two do it together."
"He does love snowball fights."
"That's somewhere to start."
"I think I might have an idea, mind lending a hand? or some time?"
"Of course not, what do you have in mind?"
-Just like you-
A/N: It's very short, I know, but right now I'm not sure where to take this story so for now I'll leave it here and pick it up in a few weeks unless any of you have any ideas. If you do have any ideas to get my mind running, please share and I'll try to get an update up sooner!