The meal was eaten in near silence, which was not surprising. Tony love talking and so did Jack, but both loved food much more. The turkey was moist, the potatoes were lumpy and the gravy was smooth. Soon all the men were leaning back in their chairs. "That was great, Jack." Tony commented. "Where did you learn to cook?"

"That is a long story, Tony. I have a lot of cleaning up to do. I'll clean up, then maybe we will have a beer afterwards and I can tell you about it." The men started clearing the dishes into the kitchen. As Tony wiped the table and Gibbs put the leftovers were in the fridge, Jack filled the sink with water and soap. Tony came in the kitchen and began to roll up his sleeves to help Jack with the dishes.

"Tony, I will take care of the dishes. Jethro, will you take Tony out to your shop and show him around." Gibbs nodded and gave Tony the signal to follow him. Tony, however felt the need to help with the dishes.

"That's okay Jack, I want to help." Tony responded.

"Tony, I am doing the dishes. Please, go outside." Jack said much more sternly.

The bite in the words surprised Tony. He turned and followed his boss. "What's up with him" he asked.

"No one stays in the kitchen when he is doing dishes." Gibbs answered.

"Is that why you spent so much time in the workshop when you were growing up?"

"No, I was trying to get away from being asked questions." Gibbs hinted to Tony.

Tony partially understood the statement and halted the numerous questions that were running though his mind. They move to the workshop and began exploring the remnants of Gibbs past. The shelves were filled with wood working projects. It was strange because Tony had heard from MeGee and Ziva that Gibbs was angry with his father for throwing his stuff out.

Suddenly Tony spied a homemade skateboard and could hold his voice no longer. "Wow boss, this is nice. You made this."

Gibbs smiled one of his amazing but rare smiles as he took the board from Tony. "Yeah, when I was eight, LJ helped me."

"Your dad's friend, right, and the one you are named after?"

"Yeah, he taught me woodworking."

"Does he still live around here? Do you think I could meet him?"

"No" Gibbs answered heatedly with a pause he continued more quietly "He's dead."

"Oh, sorry boss, it sounds like you were close."

"We were" Gibbs answered as he headed out the door, homemade skateboard in hand. Tony followed him and was shocked by the site of this boss grinning as he placed the skateboard on the street and climbed on it.

"Boss, I'm not sure that is such a good idea."

Gibbs said nothing in response continued to climb on the skateboard. He took off suddenly. Almost immediately, Tony was really enjoying watching his boss. Gibbs was grinning ear to ear and Tony thought that it was one of the most amazing things he'd seen.

Abruptly, Jack out of the house yelling "Leroy, what the heck are you doing? You're going to break something." Gibbs did not answer his father as he flew down the street, clearly enjoying himself. He got to the end of the block and turned to come back. Simultaneously, Jack walked up beside Tony and spoke "that idiot is going to fall of that thing and break a bone. He never thinks."

Tony once again, was shocked at Jack's tone and words. Last night, he had really enjoyed the conversations with Jack, but now he was just disgusted. What kind of father calls their kid an idiot, he thought.

Annoyed, Tony responded to Jack, "He always thinks." A little shocked at Tony's words Jack turned and walked back into the house as Gibbs rolled up beside Tony.

"That was cool boss. Can you show me how?"