AN: Less Jake this time around, more Tony/Gibbs Father/Son… Enjoy…

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Jethro Gibbs stood near the 3rd base line and adjusted his cap. He made a few random signals with his hands before nodding his head up and down and taking his cap on and off his head.

Anthony DiNozzo nodded and stepped into the batters box. He watched the first pitch go by.

"Strike one."

Tony closed his eyes in frustration and before he knew it, the 2nd pitch flew past him.

"Strike two."

He put up his hand. "Time." He then jogged over towards Gibbs. "Boss…?"

"Don't 'boss' me Tony…the bases are loaded, it's very simple…swing the damn bat."

Tony nodded. "On it boss." He waved quickly towards Jake who was standing in the entry of the dug out.

"Don't blow it Dad."

The smile on his face turned to a frown as he stepped back into the batters box. He raised his hand to the umpire to ensure he had enough time to get set. He took a quick look at Gibbs before staring down the pitcher, and couldn't help but stick his tongue out at Ziva who was taunting him from 2nd base. After he was done, he put his arm down and set himself up for the pitch to come.

Gibbs nonchalantly put his hand over his eyes as he watched Tony prepare to swing. "Ah God…" But before he knew it, he heard the bat make contact and looked up to see Ziva racing towards him. He watched as the ball soared deep into left center field. He twirled his arms to send Ziva home, and then McGee, but the moment of truth came when he watched Tony flying around second. He looked towards left field and put both of his hands up to stop him at third. "Hold, DiNozzo."

Tony peered behind his shoulder, and for once in his life, ignored his boss's orders and rounded third to head home, eyeing Jake as he raced down the line. After all, he was the winning run, and everyone loved a hero.

It was as if things went in slow motion as everyone watched the throw come into home plate just as Tony began to slide in… The catcher put on a hard tag, and just about knocked the wind out of him, but he still managed to look up and see the Umpire, throw both his hands out to the side. "Safe!"

He got up slow as Jake ran towards him and jumped into his arms. "Dad, you didn't blow it."

He took in a few short breaths. "Yeah son, you got that right." He reached out to meet Ziva and McGee's high fives. But just as he put Jake down and started to catch his breath, he saw Abby come racing towards him. She practically jumped into his arms as everyone continued to celebrate.

"Line it up, shake hands." Gibbs ordered through the celebrating and quickly followed behind his team. He stopped and shook the opposing coach's hand with a smile. "Better luck next year Tobias…"

After the line was through, he stood beside Ducky and watched them lift Tony and Jake up, and parade them around the bases. "Well Jethro, you've got to hand it to Anthony…that was quite a hit…"

"Stick around if you want to really see at hit Duck…"

Some time passed, and the NCIS team was packing things up and getting ready to head down to a bar down the street to continue their victory celebration. Tony was waving to a few fans when Gibbs came up behind him.

"Ow!" Tony rubbed the back of his head. "What I do?"

"Disobeyed a direct order…"

He continued to rub his head. "Aw come on boss…you're not serious? I mean, we won the game…isn't that what you wanted?"

"Damn right it was, but not at the expense of insubordination…"

"Gibbs…" He patted his friend on the shoulder. "You really need to loosen up." He reached down for his bag. "Come on, I'll buy you a beer…"

As he reached down Gibbs capitalized on the opportunity.

"Ow!" Tony shot up once more. "Now what I do?"

Gibbs only stared back at him, as he waited for the light bulb to go off in Tony's head.

He nodded. "Right…won't happen again boss."

"Damn right it won't…" he replied as he took the bag from Tony's hand. "Now, let me get that for ya…"

Tony flinched back as he saw Gibbs hand coming towards his head once more, but watched as his boss patted him on the head softly.

"That was one hell of a slide…"

Tony grinned. "I learned from the best boss…two years ago…bottom of the ninth, inside the parker…who could forget that?"

Gibbs smiled. "Don't press your luck DiNozzo…I'm still pissed at ya…"

He shrugged. "Yeah but just think about the look on Fornell's face boss…"

Gibbs then threw his arm around his Senior Agent. "You got a point there DiNozzo, you got a point there…"