Tim had just finished packing his suitcase when he heard the familiar squeak of the stairs. Knowing Gibbs was anxious to get on the road even though it was only five in the morning, he took one final glance around the room to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Ducking into the bathroom to relieve himself, he heard the older man walk into the room. Noticing the open suitcase on the bed, Gibbs sauntered to the open bathroom door and peeked his head in.

"Do you mind?" Tim questioned jokingly as Gibbs watched him finish up.

"You could shut the door, Timmy."

Heading to the sink to wash his hands, Tim shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Where would the fun be in that? Besides it's not like it's anything you haven't seen, touched, sucked or tasted before."

Gibbs took a step forward and ran his finger down the length of Tim's crotch, "I plan on seeing it a lot more in the next few days. Did you remember to pack the lube?"

Stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Gibbs' waist, Tim pulled him close, "Of course I did. If it was up to you that's all we would have packed."

Leaning forward Gibbs captured Tim's lips between his own and mumbled, "What can I say? I'm a man who knows what he wants."

Tim chuckled against his lips, "You don't say, I would have never guessed that about you babe."

Reaching around Gibbs grabbed Tim's ass and playfully shook it. "I hope you're ready for an amazing trip and some amazing sex to go along with it."

"Yeah, I guess." Tim mumbled hesitantly, the tone in his voice, not a happy one.

Alarmed at his response Gibbs took a step back and tilted Tim's chin, "What's going on? I thought you were excited to go on this trip."

"I am," Tim, stammered his eyes welling up with tears.

Gibbs ran his thumb over Tim's cheek, "No, you're not; why don't you tell me what's going on in that brain of yours."

Swiping at the stray tear that rolled down his cheek, Tim inhaled and replied, "I'm worried that once I tell my parents about us everything is going to change. I just want to hold on to this moment for a little while longer."

"Aww Timmy," The older man soothed as he pulled him into his arms. "Is this why you were so quiet last night? You're supposed to let me know these fears so we can work them out together."

Sniffling, Tim replied, "Guess I'm more like you than I thought."

Running his hand soothingly up and down Tim's back, Gibbs laughed, "You say that like it's a bad thing. Listen babe I promise nothing will change when it comes to our relationship. If anything this trip and revelation to your family will only make us stronger. Let's try and not worry about it and enjoy this special alone time together. What do you say?"

After a nod from Tim the two men broke their embrace. Gibbs grabbed a tissue and dabbed his lover's tear stained face. "That's better, I hate seeing you sad Timmy. Next time tell me what's going on instead of taking the burden on alone."

"I'll try," the younger man mumbled as he stepped up to the sink, turned the water on and splashed some on his face.

Once Tim composed himself he turned to his lover, "Sorry, this is not the way I wanted to start our trip. Thanks for making me feel safe and loved."

"We're still at the house; I don't consider this the start of our adventures. Once we get on the road – that's the start of our trip! And what can I say? You're easy to love; I wouldn't have it any other way sweetie."

Wrapping his arm around Gibbs' waist he laid his head down on his strong shoulder as they walked back to the bedroom. Taking one final look around the room, he zipped the suitcase and picked it up. "Let's do this."

"You want me to take that for you my love?"

"Thanks, but I think I can handle it." Tim responded as they headed for the car.

Once everything was loaded they were on their way. It was still dark and traffic was minimal. They stopped by Tim's favorite café for coffee before they really got on the road and decided they would wait until they were out of the city before stopping for a hearty breakfast.

By the time they made it out of the city, Tim was yawning and trying to keep his eyes open. "Babe, my pillow is in the back, why don't you prop it up against the window and get some sleep."

"Who's going to keep you awake then?" Tim asked sleepily as he rubbed his eyes with his hand.

Gibbs chuckled; it was just like his Timmy to be worrying about someone else rather than his own well-being. Reaching over, he intertwined their fingers and said, "I'll be fine, hon. I've got plenty of strong coffee; you've already had an emotional morning and need some rest. After breakfast we'll switch and I'll try and sleep for awhile."

"Okay if you say so," Tim mumbled through a yawn and reached into the back seat to grab the pillow. Propping it up against the window, he readjusted the way he was sitting several times until he was comfortable. Inhaling his lover's scent that permeated the cushy pillow, Tim snuffled as his eyes slid shut and a giant smile graced his face. It wasn't long before the young man's breathing evened out and he was snoring softly. Smirking at the peaceful look on his lover's face, Gibbs gently ran the back of his hand down Tim's cheek. Relieved that his Timmy was getting some much needed rest after an emotional morning he took a swig of coffee and relaxed back against the seat. He knew where Tim was coming from as far as introducing him to his parents because he felt the same fear and anxiety when he told his own father.

Tim straightened out the comforter on the guest bed and looked up as Gibbs entered the room. Pausing at the door the older man looked around, "Not too shabby, it actually resembles a guest room rather than a storage facility."

When they found out Jackson planned on visiting for Christmas, Tim was adamant about giving the elder Gibbs a place of his own while he was there. They'd spent one weekend cleaning up and the following weekend painting and shampooing the carpeting.

"Yeah, who said men can't get projects done in a few weekends?" Tim responded as he piled the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Women." Gibbs laughed and reached across the bed to take hold of Tim's hand. Rubbing the younger man's hand between his, Gibbs said, "You're sweating, Timmy."

"Guess I'm just a little nervous and it's not even my father. I can't imagine what's going through your mind right now."

Escorting Tim around to the front of the bed, Gibbs took a seat and pulled the younger man into his lap. Wrapping his arms around Tim's waist he pulled him closer and whispered, "I'm scared."

Tucking his head underneath the older man's chin, Tim could hear the rapid heartbeat that accompanied his lover's anxiety. This was also a milestone in their relationship. Tim knew that Gibbs loved him, but it was only lately that he saw the tough exterior walls begin to crumble. This of course was the first time he'd ever heard Gibbs mention he was afraid of something.

"Jethro, your heart sounds like it's about to beat out of your chest."

Gibbs chuckled nervously, "So, I guess I'm a lot scared. My dad and I just started patching up our relationship; what if…what if…he suddenly doesn't want anything to do with me?"

Reaching down Tim soothingly rubbed his thumb over the older man's knuckles, "I don't think that's your dad's style, babe. I think he just wants you to be happy."

Leaning down Gibbs kissed the top of Tim's head, "I hope you're right, Timmy." He sighed and continued, "What would I do without you?"

Trying to break the tension and loosen Gibbs up a bit, Tim snorted and said, "Well you wouldn't have sex every night, that's for sure."

Tim's joke appeared to work as a hearty laugh caused his head to vibrate steadily against the older man's chest. "It's good to hear you laughing Jet…HRO…" he yelped as Gibbs lay back on the bed and dragged him along with him.

"Is that so?" He began tickling Tim mercilessly until the younger man was able to get the upper hand and pin him to the mattress.

"The tables have been turned," Tim gasped as they worked to catch their breath from the impromptu wrestling/tickling frenzy.

"Oh, I'm scared now." Gibbs teased as a sadistic grin appeared on his face.

"You should be."

Not wasting any time, Tim began giving the same treatment to his lover that he'd received a few minutes earlier. He loved to hear the sound of his Jethro's laughter and couldn't help but join in.

Jackson Gibbs stood outside the front door and knocked. The wind whipped through his jacket causing him to pull the collar up to try and keep warm. Three cars sat in the driveway, two he recognized as his son's, but there was one he wasn't familiar with. He cursed under his breath as another heavy gust of wind coursed through his body.

Assuming his son was in the basement and didn't hear him he turned the door handle and was relieved when it opened. Deciding to leave his suitcase on the front porch instead of attempting to drag it in he called out for his son. When there was no answer he shrugged his shoulders and shed his coat and hat. Suddenly he heard laughter coming from deep within the house. He smiled and chuckled; it was nice to hear laughter in Leroy's house again. It had been too many years since the sound of happiness rang throughout his walls. Yes, something was different about his house. It was warmer, more inviting and he'd liked the changes that had been implemented. There were even Christmas decorations and a tree in the corner of the family room. Quietly following the laughter he realized it was coming from the downstairs bedroom that as far as he knew had always been used to store stuff in.

The laughter became louder as he approached the dimly lit hallway. From what he could tell there were two different voices coming from the room. The first was no doubt his son's, but the second he couldn't quite place. Shrugging his shoulders he quietly continued down the hallway. Before he got to the door he heard his son exclaim, "Stop, Timmy! I'll do anything you want!"

Timmy? Jackson thought, wasn't that the name of one of Leroy's team members? Confused, he shook his head, took a few more steps and stopped at the entryway of the room. The sight caused him to drop his cane and the clattering as it hit the floor caused the two younger men to look up.

"Hey, Dad." Gibbs said nonchalantly as he gasped for air. Noticing the terrified look on Tim's face, it took Gibbs a beat to realize his dad was actually standing in the doorway, three hours ahead of schedule.

"DAD!" he bellowed and using all his strength propelled Tim off of him, causing the younger man to land on the floor with a thud. Sitting straight up he felt as if he was fifteen years old again and had just been caught making out in his room.

His dad's eyes were practically bugging out of his head as he glanced back and forth between the two men.

"Da dad wha what are you doing here so soon?" Gibbs finally stuttered once he finally caught his breath.

Ignoring his son's question, Jackson picked up his cane and walked around to where Tim sat on the floor. "Don't you have any manners son? You practically threw," he paused and looked down at Tim. "It's Tim, right?" When Tim gave a small nod, the older man reached his hand down and offered it to him. Hesitantly Tim took hold of his hand and pushed himself up right. "Thanks, Mr. Gibbs."

Jackson patted him on the back. "Nonsense, kid. Please call me Jackson although the way I saw you two going to town in here I'm sure it won't be too long before you'll be calling me your father-in-law."

Tim blushed and chewed on his bottom lip. "How about just Jackson for right now?"

"Sounds good to me." Walking over to sit next to his son he patted him on the knee, "How long have you two been together?"

Still amazed at how well his dad was taking this whole situation, Gibbs suddenly found himself speechless.

Realizing his lover's debacle, Tim took his hand and sat on the other side of Gibbs. "About six months, sir. Believe me this is not how we planned on you finding out."

"No matter, this is how I did find out though."

Appearing to have found his voice, Gibbs swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke, "So you're not mad, dad?"

"Maybe a little shocked, but how could I be mad when my son seems genuinely happy. It will probably take a little while to get used to on my part, but that's something we will work through. When I walked in the house and noticed a happy change, it made me happy too. That's all parents ever want for their kids is for them to be happy."

Wrapping his arm around Tim's shoulder, Gibbs drew him close and kissed him on the temple. Looking over at his father he smiled, "I am happy, dad."

A loud semi's horn blaring startled Gibbs out of his reverie as he looked up to see the car drifting closer to the center line. Quickly repositioning the SUV he drew in a deep breath and heard Tim shift beside him.

"Jethro, everything okay?" Tim asked wearily as he straightened up and kept a close eye on his lover.

"Sorry, Timmy. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Oh, you didn't, it was that loud blaring horn that woke me. Are you sure you're all right?"

Reaching over, Gibbs grabbed his hand, "I'm fine; how about we stop for breakfast. We're about 2 hours out of the city and I keep seeing signs for a place I want to stop."

"Sounds good to me, but after we stop you're going to let me drive for awhile. Got it?"

"I honestly don't mind..."

Gibbs was interrupted when Tim squeezed his hand, "It wasn't meant to be a question, babe. Don't worry there's going to be plenty of driving for you to do in the next couple of days."

The older man nodded and pointed to the sign for a local diner in Bedford, Pennsylvania. "I was thinking about hitting up that place for breakfast, what do you say?"

"Food...babe...just need food..."

Snorting, Gibbs responded, "Somebody is feeling bossy today. You know how much I love my bossy Timmy."

"Somebody has to keep you in line otherwise you'll take it upon yourself to drive the entire trip. Not happening on my watch, sweetie."

Seeing the exit for the diner they got off and followed the signs to the parking lot. The restaurant was bustling but they were able to find a booth in a back corner and sat down. As they began looking over the menu a tall middle aged woman with jet black hair that was pulled up in pigtails and pale green eyes approached their booth, "Hi I'm Addey and I'll be your waitress this morning. Can I start you gentleman off with some coffee?"

Both men's jaws dropped open when they looked up to see the woman had very similar characteristics to their favorite forensic scientist.

"I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" Tim questioned as Gibbs continued to stare at the woman.

Glancing between the two of them she responded hesitantly, "My name is Addey. Is there something I can help you with?"

Tim and Gibbs exchanged befuddled glances until Gibbs cleared his throat and spoke, "Sorry ma'am we'll take two coffees to start off with."

The woman nodded a look of bewilderment on her own face, "I'll be back in a few minutes to take your order."

"You think Abby knows she has a twin?" Tim whispered as the waitress stepped away to grab their coffees.

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders, "I doubt it, but they could actually be sisters. We'll have to let the waitress know why we were so taken aback. Did you see the look on her face when she walked away?"

"Yeah, I did. We're acting like idiots. I think I have a picture on my phone of Abby I can show her so she doesn't think we're crazy."

"Probably too late for that Timmy."

A few minutes later Addey returned with two fresh cups of coffee and was ready to take their order. "All right gentleman, what can I get for you?"

Ever the nobleman, Gibbs motioned for Tim to order first. Tim cleared his throat and tried not to stare for too long, but he couldn't get over the fact that he felt Abby not Addey was taking their order. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through the pictures until he found one of Abby and Jethro. "You're probably wondering why we're acting so weird." He held up his phone and continued, "It's just that you bear a stunning resemblance to one of our friends and we thought she was one in a million, but now we know otherwise."

Addey took the phone out of Tim's hand to take a closer look at the picture. "Wow, she does look quite a bit like me. Was this taken at Halloween? It looks like she dresses like she's in middle school but appears to be my age."

Gibbs choked on his coffee at Addey's remark and Tim couldn't help but laugh either. "She does dress like she's still a young teen, in fact as long as I've known her she's always dressed like this." Tim shrugged his shoulders and continued, "You'll have to forgive us, her name is Abby and with all the similarities between you two we were in awe."

Smiling, Addey replied, "I was wondering what that was about, glad to know it was something harmless...weird but harmless. I would love to stay and chat, but I have other tables. What can I get you?"

Pointing to the menu, Tim began, "I'll have scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, hash browns and chocolate chip pancakes."

"And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same as him but instead of pancakes I'll take French toast."

"You got it," Addey responded as she collected their menus and went to put in their orders.

Sitting back in the booth, Tim rubbed his stomach; "I'm going to be so fat after this trip. We're going to have to do a few runs so we don't gain a lot of weight."

Gibbs cocked one eyebrow, leaned over the table and whispered seductively, "Don't worry, sweetie. I have plenty of physical activities planned for us throughout this trip that will help keep off some of the weight."

Tim licked his lips, "As do I, Jethro."

A few minutes later, Addey reappeared with their breakfast and a pot of coffee, "You two look like hard core coffee drinkers so I decided to bring this thermos back for you. Before you leave I'll bring you some to go cups and you can take it with you. Anything else I can get for you two right now?"

Tim had already started digging in so Gibbs responded for them."Nope, look great, thanks Addey."

The pair wolfed down breakfast, occasionally feeding each other bites of pancakes and French toast. Taking a sip of coffee, Gibbs leaned back in the booth; "This was probably one of the best breakfasts I've ever had."

Rubbing his own tummy, Tim laughed, "I agree I could go for a nap right about now."

"Nuh uh, I believe you wanted to drive after we stopped," Gibbs teased as Addey came over with the check and two Styrofoam cups with lids. She set the check down on the table and picked up the thermos to fill the cups. When only a little coffee sprinkled out she looked up at them in awe. "I guess my coffee theory was spot on. I'll have to take these behind the counter to fill them up."

"Appreciate that," Gibbs replied as he dug his wallet out and flipped over the check. Pulling out the correct amount plus a generous tip, he laid it out on the table just as Addey was coming back with their coffees. She picked up the check along with the money and stuffed it into her apron. "Since you two enjoy coffee so much you need to stop by one of the world's largest coffee pots located only a few miles from here. Continue down the freeway and you can't miss it."

Tim and Gibbs laughed, "Oh, we are definitely stopping to check that out, Jethro."

"Sure, why not?" Gibbs shrugged his shoulders and slid out of the booth. After Addey agreed to a picture with Tim so they could show Abby when they returned the two men were back in the car with Tim behind the wheel. They drove for a couple miles until they started seeing signs for 'The World's Largest Coffee Pot'. Neither of them knew what to expect, but as they drove up a steep hill and back down they saw a large building in the shape of a coffee pot in the distance. Pulling off the exit they followed the signs and soon came to a stop in front of the mammoth creation. There were a few other families that had stopped to admire the unique craftsmanship but besides that not many people were around. The coffee pot was two stories high with a large handle on one side and a spout on the other. Climbing out of the car they noticed a small plaque that told the history of the coffee pot. As Tim was reading the information he looked up at Jethro, "Hmm I know this was built in 1927 but it says it was created using wood and stucco, any chance you had a hand in building it?"

Jethro leaned in closer and growled in his ear, "Let's see if you're making fun of my age when I'm fucking you into the mattress tonight."

It was rare for them, but it had been a few nights since they'd had sex. "Bring. It. On!" Tim retorted as he got a whiff of Gibbs' aftershave.

After a man was kind enough to snap a picture of the pair in front of the structure the two men were back on the road again. Following his big meal, Gibbs was asleep before his head hit the pillow as the motion of the moving car lulled him to sleep. They changed drivers when they stopped to get gas once they got close to New York. Determined to make up some time, Gibbs reverted to his normal speed and around five o'clock they began seeing signs for Niagara Falls and the Canadian Border patrol. A half hour later they were in line at customs, handing over their passports and waiting while their car and luggage was searched.

Once they had been given the all clear they proceeded towards their hotel. Tim, who hadn't spoken in some time, looked over and grabbed his lover's hand, "I can only hope that this visit to Canada was a lot better than my previous visit." When Gibbs laughed, Tim playfully smacked him on the arm, "It's not funny, I was sick for two weeks after that."

Gibbs looked over at him sympathetically," I know, babe. At the time we weren't together and I had a drug cartel after all of us, remember? If it makes you feel any better I still remember the way you looked in that fur Mounties' hat. Believe me; I've had fantasies about you in that hat and nothing else."

Tim flashed a devilish smile, "Oh really? Let's find one and get to our hotel. We can see the falls tomorrow, tonight you're the only natural beauty I want to see."