Disc: I do not own the show or the characters of NCIS.

Couple: Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Anthony DiNozzo

OOC: I am placing a warning here because I am going to give the child something serious. I know this is a spoiler to my story. I am not killing the child of the disease he carries, he survives.

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I wanted to start pacing, where the hell was DiNozzo? He wasn't one to be late and he was an hour and a half late right now. He wasn't answering his phone and I didn't know what to do, truth be told. That's when I heard the elevator door open up, I stood up as Tony walked in. What stopped me from screaming at him was the car seat, with what looked like a baby in it. He set the car seat down and when little arms reached up for him, he picked the little boy up. He grabbed a bottle, shoving it his pocket, and he walked around. He looked tired.

Ziva walked in with Tim and looked to the baby.

"Who's baby are we on protection detail for?" Ziva asked. That's when the baby started crying and grabbing at Tony shirt.

"Dada." He started to rock him and bounce him softly, as he moved.

"Shhh" He put the bottle in the baby's mouth and kissed his forehead, trying to calm him down. He started to pace the bull pen again, while bouncing him slowly. "Hey, could one of you call Ducky for me, please? His fever is up again and I think it's a cold but I'm not sure." Then he looked across to me. "Then, Boss, I need the day off. The day care won't take Andy when he's ill, so I need to take him home and take care of him. He has been crying all night but I can't figure out why."

Tony looked almost ready to burst into tears. I walked over and took Andy and the bottle.

"Sit down, DiNozzo. We are working cold cases, take a break and I'll feed him the bottle." Tony didn't fight me on it, he sat down, leaning back. He looked like he could use some serious sleep. "Why the hell have you not been answering your phone, Tony?"

He sighed as he closed his eyes, sliding his hands through his hair.

"I was in the bathroom, about to call you, with Andy in my arms and then I dropped it in the toilet." Tim was still in shock, not saying anything, and Ziva just looked at Tony.

"Where is the mother, Tony?" He opened his eyes, there was pure pain there visible for all to see.

"She said she had better things to do than raise a baby. So I had her sign all rights for Andy over to me. When she gave birth, she wouldn't take the baby in her arms, so they handed Andy straight to me. Next day, she took off, said she was leaving D.C."

I watched him stand up because Andy was crying and calling for him. He took him and went back to sit down and started humming.

"Hey, handsome boy. Come on, stop crying for Daddy." He offered him the bottle again as Ducky came in and went to sit on the edge of the couch and took Andy in his arms.

"Young Andrew, why so unhappy?" Tony leaned back and he took a deep breath.

"Ducky, he had a fever so I gave him some medication for it. I checked to see if he had any teeth coming in. That wasn't it as far as I can tell. He's been going all night, Ducky, and the fever is back up. I have his medication with me for the fever but I can't tell what's wrong with him, Ducky." Ducky looked up at Tim.

"Tim, grab the car seat and the baby bag and follow me down to autopsy, so I can give this poor lad a proper check up. Ziva, I need you to go to the store get some 100% apple juice. Tony, you stay here and rest for a while and I'll call you when I am done with the check up."

Ziva headed out at the request of Ducky and Tim followed him to the elevator. I walked over to Tony's desk and looked at him.

"How long has Ducky known?" He didn't look at me.

"Since he started teething. It freaked me out he was crying so much and it was late at night. So I called Ducky asked him to come over. When Ducky heard the baby crying, he didn't even ask why he just came straight over. I told him and I told him not to tell anyone else. No one needed to know about my personal business and since then, Duck became Andy's doctor, along with his main doctor." I stopped and looked at him.

"Tony, are you still living in that one bed room apartment?" He nodded as he looked to me.

"Things have been hard since Andy was born, what with work and raising him, so looking for an apartment with two bedrooms has been hard." I nodded as I sat down on the edge of his desk.

"This weekend, since we have it off, we'll move you into my house until you can find a place. You need more space to raise that boy. I have the two spare rooms and I have a lot of Kelly old baby furniture and we'll set up a nursery." Tony sat up straight and looked at me.

"Boss, its okay, you don't have to do that. He a quiet baby and all, but I'm sure you don't need a baby in the house. I don't want to be a bother, Gibbs." I looked at him surprised, I had never seen this side of Tony before. He was being a responsible father so far and I wanted to help. And not just because was he part of my team.

"Wasn't a request, Tony! It was an order."

Tim came back up and Ziva came back. It seems she bought enough apple juice to give everyone in the office some. Tony stood up walked to Tim.

"Hey, how's Andy? Why are you up here? Where's Andy? Where's Ducky?"

I put my hand on Tony's shoulder, squeezing it softly. He loved his son and I was glad to see that.

"Ziva, Tim, I need you guys to help move Tony and Andy into my house. His place is too small to be raising a baby in. Tim, you go see if Abby will help too." We both headed down to see Ducky. I watched as Tony walked over and picked the boy up and stroked his hair. He squealed in response.

"Dada." Tony continued to stroke his hair.

"Hey there, Handsome." He looked to Ducky. "So, what's up, Ducky?" He stroked Andy's arm and smiled down at him. "Were you a brave boy when Ducky stuck the evil needle in your arm?"

Ducky scoffed and I just watched Tony sit on the autopsy table, crossing his legs and putting his son on his lap. Andy was cooing and grabbing at Tony's finger. Ducky looked at him.

"Just a slight cold, I gave him a shot and took some blood to test, just to be sure. I also called in two prescriptions, one for the fever and also one to make him feel better generally." The boy squealed and smiled big widely at Ducky.

"Papa." Tony leaned down kissed his forehead.

"Yes, Grandpa took good care of you." Ducky smirked as he stroked the boy's hair. I looked at Ducky thoughtfully.

"Ducky, we're moving Tony and Andy to my place. The boy needs a bigger place to play, with a backyard and maybe a dog. I was hoping you could come to my place, while we're all doing this, and you can watch Andy for us?" Ducky gave a nod.

"Certainly. That boy needs a place to walk around and get some exercise, that apartment doesn't give him a chance to play outside. I think a pet would be good for him, Tony." Tony looked at him.

"So, when we work forty eight hours, who the hell is going to walk and feed the dog, Ducky?" Andy stood up and kind of waddling, because he was still learning to walk properly, he headed to me grabbed my pant leg. He squealed.

"GiGi." He reached up, I smirked as I leaned down to pick him up.

"Hey, little man, so I got a nick name now, huh? Well I like it." He giggled and grabbed at my shirt as Tony looked over.

"He likes you, Gibbs. He doesn't open up so easily with people usually." He reached for Tony as he was getting tired. Tony walked over and took him. He rifled through the bag grabbing another bottle.

"Time for a nap, Andy."

He was cooing a little and yawning. He wasn't a big crier usually, only when he wasn't feeling good. Tony leaned against the autopsy table and started to rock him slowly, feeding him the bottle and singing to him softly, it sounded like a Frank Sinatra song to me. He had a beautiful voice, he must have been joking around all those other times because he had a voice that I wouldn't mind hearing sing more often. Ducky whispered.

"Come on, Gibbs, let's go and get some coffee. Tony's always been able to get him to sleep with a good Frank Sinatra song." We headed to get some coffee and Ducky spoke.

"He's a good father, although sometimes he doesn't think he is. But he doesn't need to be living alone, raising that boy. A second hand would be good, Gibbs. If you can make him feel safe at your house, maybe he can stay until he finds a lovely lady or something." I sat and poured us both some coffee and handed him his.

"That's what I'm planning to do, Ducky. I don't want the child to be raised in an apartment and if it's just Tony raising him, he'll need help. He looked worn out. If there had been two people, maybe to take turns with him while Andy is sick, he won't be so worn out."

At the weekend the whole team helped us move most of Tony's things, that he would need at the house. We would have to work all weekend to set up Andy's nursery and sort everything out. We had enough cars to get it all to my place, ready to be set up. I had Tony help me get the bed moved in the guest room that would be the nursery, so that we could get the crib set up for Andy for tonight.