A/N Soooo I'm sorry. I am back? I was on a trip all summer with no access to a computer. And my list of excuses could go on and on. Also, there will be no Tony in trouble. I was going to try, but I clearly posted I was more interested in writing about Tim and that is what I am going to stick with in this story. Maybe another day? Thanks for sticking with me guys!

^^^Teenage Tim^^^

The rest of the night went as well as could be expected. Tony was still upset he could not go to the party, but after weighing his options, he decided it would not be worth the risk to attend because if he got caught there would be no way he would be allowed to go with Stan on a fishing trip the next day. Gibb's co-worker, Stan Burley, owned a small fishing boat and would spend a few weekends a month going deep sea fishing, and ever since he had brought Tony with him, the teen had often begged to be taken with again. The pair would go out about once a month in the warmer seasons, and as winter was quickly approaching, this would be their last weekend going out until spring.

Instead, the three of them spent the time after dinner watching a movie that Tim picked out. Tony knew that his brother was having a bad day, and in a rare moment where he allowed his soft side to be shown, had allowed his younger brother to pick the movie out without protest. Well, without too much protest. When the credits of the last Star Trek movie rolled across the screen, Gibbs called it a night for his youngest son.

Tim protested since it was only 8:30, on a Friday night none the less, but his father gave him a warning look that had Tim sighing before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. It was not like he was not tired as it had been a long week, but Tim was just too excited about the next day that he did not think he would be able to sleep. So after Tim had showered, dressed and brushed his teeth, he laid in bed with his book to read until he felt tired.

Gibbs left Tony downstairs who had popped another movie in and was texting someone on his phone and headed upstairs to talk to Tim about the plans for the next day. He was not surprised to find his youngest son reading in bed, as it was a part of his normal routine. Tim was wearing a nervous look though as he was not sure if his father would be okay with him reading when he had told him to go to bed.

Gibbs quickly put his son at ease when he asked him what he was reading before he sat on his son's bed.

"Ender's Game" Tim responded while scooting over a little bit to give his dad some more room to sit comfortably.

"Is it good?" Gibbs asked which earned him a genuine smile and enthusiastic nodding. Before he could let Tim tell him the entire plot line, he cut him off saying, "I wanted to go over the game plan tomorrow"

"Okay" Tim said eagerly, the topic of the latest novel he was reading forgotten in lieu of the excitement for their trip.

"The museum opens at 10, and it about an hour's drive. I assume you wanted to get there at 10?" Gibbs asked needlessly as he already knew the answer. When he go a nod from Tim, he moved on. "Alright, then we need to leave here by 8:45 or so to get there on time."

"We should leave by 8" Tim argued. "I want to get there before they open" he told his father.

"We will be there plenty early if we leave by 8:45, Tim. I promise."

"But dad-"

"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Gibbs asked, changing the direction of the conversation. Gibbs did not want to get to the museum an hour early.

"Cereal." Tim said with a defeated sigh.

"Tim, it's the weekend. Do you want eggs or pancakes?" His father asked. If Tim could, he would eat the same meals every day. It was not like Tim did not like a lot of foods, he was just so routine orientated that he wanted cereal every morning. Gibbs made it his goal to make his kids breakfast on the weekend as a sort of treat. Tony loved it. Tim could have cared less.

"I don't care." Tim responded. "Whatever Tony wants, I guess" he said with a small shrug of his shoulders.

"Alright then, kiddo. Do you want me to wake you up or are you setting an alarm?"

"I'll be up."

"Sounds good. Lights out in half an hour." Gibbs told him.

"Can you turn them off please?" Tim said around a yawn. He was feeling pretty tired now and did not think he could keep his eyes open for much longer. So instead he burrowed deeper into his bed and felt his father pulling the blankets tightly around him. Gibbs then turned off the lights and placed a kiss on Tim's forehead before heading out of his room, making sure the door was left slightly ajar, just the way Tim liked it.

^^^^^Tim in Trouble^^^^^

A/N So this is a short one. This is just a sign that I am back though! I have class and work but I have intentions of writing and posting the next chapter tonight or tomorrow.