A/N; Hey everyone; it's me again. Sorry for the little bit of a delay but I won't bore you with excuses, although I will apologize in advance as updates may be unpredictable as I am starting college. As always kudos to Pancho1993 for her help and proof-reading.

Happy reading :)

MissMushy

Gibbs sat next to his sleeping agent's bed in a more private room than Recovery. Once Beth had given Tony a dose of Morphine, they had quickly whisked the young man up to Radiology and quickly confirmed that his ankle was broken and sported a plain white cast on it.

He held the sleeping agent's hand within his, hoping that the connection between them would let the man know that he was there for him as well as a lot of other people. Staring at the ominous empty space on the bed whilst feeling the rest of the night slowly pass second by second and noting every miniscule movement that Tony made throughout his somewhat peaceful sleep.

Every few hours the door would quickly squeak open as a nurse came in to check on Tony's vitals and bring yet another coffee for Gibbs that they were so glad to offer. Time passed on and the room slowly got lighter with the rising sun.

"Gibbs?" Tony spoke groggily and blinked slowly in an attempt to try to get rid of the sleep that clung to his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm here." Gibbs replied and shifted so that Tony could see him. "Do you need a nurse or anything?"

Tony shook his head silently to the question. "You've been here all night?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah, I had to make sure that you wasn't going to just die on us didn't I?" Gibbs retorted back with a soft smile across his face and squeezed Tony's hand lightly.

"You shouldn't have." Tony muttered back and looked away from Gibbs, silently cursing at the tears that pricked at his eyes and threatened to spill down his face.

"Hey, I wanted to be here with you. I want you to help you get better okay?" Gibbs soothed the younger man. "I want to help you and your son leave here and live a happy life like I know you're both going to. There's always going to be a spot open for you on the team when you want to come back."

"Why? It's not like I can be an agent with one leg Gibbs, I won't ever be able to pass the fitness." Tony retorted back. "Even if I could Vance wouldn't let me back because he hates me." He whispered the last part.

"That isn't true Tony. Vance cares a great deal about all of his agents."

"Then why did he send me agent afloat for eight months because I got Jenny killed? I don't blame him to be honest; seen as though I got Kate killed as well."

"No. No you didn't get Kate or Jenny killed Tony. Kate died because of Ari, not you and Jenny died because of her own mistake years ago before she was director. It never was and never has been your fault about their deaths Tony. You need to stop putting all this weight on your shoulders over the years because soon you're just going to collapse underneath it all." Gibbs spoke determinedly. "Don't burden yourself with anymore guilt Tony, you have a son to look after now and he can't look after himself."

"It's my fault Ziva is dead." Tony muttered to himself but Gibbs' acute hearing picked up the remark.

"No. Tony. No it isn't your fault that she's dead; it's whoever was driving the other car's fault, not yours. You were just expecting it to be just a normal day, going out to the mall to get ready for your son. You weren't expecting that car to hit you Tony."

"I should have looked more before crossing. If I did, Ziva wouldn't be dead; we would be at home now. I should have looked harder." Tony sobbed softly, finally letting the tears flow freely down his face.

"You were at a cross road Tony. One with Lights; your side was on green, you did nothing wrong Tony. None of this is your fault."

"Just leave Gibbs, please. Just leave me alone." Tony whimpered and roughly swiped at the tear tracks that had carved a path down his cheeks.

Gibbs sighed deeply before finally replying. "Okay, I'll go check up on the baby for a while to give you some space. I think your doctor will be making his rounds soon though okay, if you want me here just have them give me a call on my cell." He walked out of the room and quietly shut the door behind him; he sauntered down the winding hospital corridor to the elevator and rode it up a level to the neonatal unit where he saw Ducky lounging in a high backed arm chair in front of the window that allowed the new parents to look in on their child in the NICU.

"Duck, don't tell me you've been here all night." Gibbs spoke as he got close to the older M.E.

Ducky startled slightly at the sound of the marine. "Oh, no Jethro. I haven't been here since the poor lad was born. Abigail came round at about three and offered to watch over him while I went home to grab a few hours sleep as well as some food."

Gibbs looked through the window and quickly sought out the incubator that had a sticker at the front naming it's occupant as baby DiNozzo. From the angle that he had he could only make out the small form within the box within the maze of wires that ran to the baby, one thing that drew his attention the most was the miniature sized ventilator that ran out of his mouth, allowing even regulated breaths into his under developed lungs.

"How is he?" Gibbs asked without taking his gaze off the box.

"He's held stable throughout the night, but that doesn't mean he's out of the woods yet. In medical terms he shouldn't be as strong as he is at the moment with how premature he is. How is Anthony?" Ducky replied.

"Medically, he'll be fine with a lot of physio and a good support system but emotionally… I don't know Duck. I was talking to him earlier and it just seemed as though he wanted to be dead instead of here. Maybe he hasn't fully understood that he can't just think about himself anymore, or he just can't stand the thought of just not seeing Ziva anymore and having to care for a child that he hasn't even met yet."

"Well, you can't blame him for being down at the moment. The lad had just lost his wife in a horrible accident. You can't purely expect him to get over it in a few hours." Ducky retorted.

"I'm not Duck. Hell it took me nine months of drinking myself stupid everyday and staring down the barrel of my own gun before I realized there was life after Shannon and Kelly were killed. I just don't want him to follow down the same path that I did and actually pull the trigger. I just want him to know that he isn't alone in all of this and that he has a lot of people that care about him even if he doesn't realize that yet." Gibbs snapped and tore his gaze away from the NICU and onto his friend.

"The nurses are starting to ask if Anthony has a name for his son yet." Ducky asked, knowing that Shannon and Kelly was a sore subject for the marine. "Have you spoken to him about it yet?"

Gibbs didn't reply verbally he just shook his head negatively.

"Why haven't you?" Ducky spoke, his voice laced with a condoning tone that he usually reserved for when Jethro and Anthony usually down played or totally hid an injury all together.

"Duck…" Gibbs replied exasperatedly, "He's only been awake twice and the first time he wasn't up to much talking, he could barely get his head together to tell me that he was hurting, and now he thinks that it should have been him to die; not Ziva. Trust me, it's not the right time for him to start talking about what his son should be called because he'll only pick something in the heat of the moment and not put any thought behind it."

"Ah, I see." Ducky replied thoughtfully. "Well, you should approach the subject with the young lad soon…" The rest of the sentence he was thinking of was cut off by alarms suddenly screaming around the cot that held their latest addition of their dysfunctional family. They watched as doctors and other medical personnel blocked their view, just before the alarms was replaced by one long ominous beep that shook both men down to their core.

Vance strode confidently down the hospital corridor, counting down the rooms as he went until he got to room 498. He waited outside for a second wondering if the occupant would like to see him so soon before taking a deep breath and lightly knocking on the door before walking in.

"Agent DiNozzo." He breathed out softly and looked at the distressed man lying in the hospital bed. Vance walked around the bed and sat down in the visitors' chair, waiting for Tony to finally acknowledge him.

"Director." Tony whispered lightly but kept his gaze away from the man. "Come to tell me that I don't have a job to come back to yet?"

"No, no I haven't and as far as I'm concerned your desk will remain empty until you don't want it anymore. I came to talk to you about what happened, the media has gotten wind of it and are starting to demand a conference about it. You don't need to do anything; I just want to know what details you want to be left out."

"What do they already know?" Tony demanded and finally turned to glare at Vance.

"Just that late yesterday afternoon two federal agents were involved in a serious traffic accident; resulting in the death of one of them and the other to be critically injured, also that the occupants in the other car was high on Meth and drunk at the time. Do you want me to identify you and Ziva as the two federal agents as well as that she was pregnant at the time?" Vance asked.

Tony was silent for a couple of minutes mulling over the question a thousand times in his head. He lifted his hand and rubbed it along his forehead before replying; "Okay, you can tell them what they want to hear as long as they don't come running here trying to get an interview from me, because I'll have security pushing them back out on their butts."

"Including the situation with your son?" Vance clarified.

"Yeah, whatever." Tony replied off-handedly before asking. "Are the others okay?"

"They mostly just got cuts and bruises as well as a few broken bones. We're going after the driver for the murder of a federal agent, the attempted murder of another as well as other charges."

"Good." Tony muttered under his breath.

"Just let me worry about everything okay? You just focus on getting out of here and moving on from this with your son." Vance placed a comforting hand on Tony's shoulder and squeezed gently in a form of support.

"I don't know if my son is even going to survive yet." Tony replied desolately and looked away. "He hasn't been born for more than a day and already he might die."

"Of course he's going to survive this. I bet he's more stubborn than you and Gibbs put together already, he has to be to have survived this long Tony, just don't give up on the little mite yet; they can surprise you a hell of a lot. Have you thought up of any names for him yet?"

"We had a few names but we just never got around to picking the right one for him, we whittled it down to two but I don't know, now that everything has changed..."

"What did you come up with? Maybe I can give you an idea."

"Malachi Benjamin DiNozzo or Thomas James." Tony spoke of the top of his head.

"Let me guess, you were arguing for Malachi whilst Ziva was arguing for Thomas." Vance stated softly and chuckled.

Tony nodded in reply. "She kept saying that we should go with Thomas James, because then we can just nickname him TJ but I wanted something in there that represented his Middle Eastern heritage."

"I think deep down in your heart you've always known what your son was going to be named and you have to just follow with that instinct seen as though in years to come your going to be shouting it when he starts to ignore you and become a teen." Vance said wisely.

"What? Ralph, you think I should call my son Ralph?" Tony chuckled lightly.

"That was the first name you thought of?" Vance asked astounded.

"Yeah, until Ziva threatened me with bodily harm if I ever did. I think she would come back just to hurt me if I called him that now." He replied with a soft smile ghosting his face.

"I think she would."

"So, Thomas James?" Tony asked and looked hopefully at Vance.

"Thomas James DiNozzo." Vance stated back with an approving look. "Just remember to take all the time you need Tony; I'm not going to force you to start back if you're not ready yet."

"Thanks." Tony replied back and watched the director approach the door, open it and walk away.

Am I mean or what? ;) Reviews are greatly accepted with the reward of virtual cookies and hugs.

P.S. I don't know whether in the U.S. if you guys call it a incubator or warmer, if someone could verify for me that would be greatly helpful. I did google it and it said warmer but if it is different, please say.

Edit: Thanks to LAG0802 for helping me with the medical termination that I was a bit confused on.