Well...it's the end. I am incredibly sorry to be late, but school started up and I really haven't had enough time to sit and write. I hope this chapter wraps everything up. I also hope you have enjoyed the story, because I know I have enjoyed writing it and knowing that you readers appreciate it. If I want to let the men get a little frisky, I'll post it on my profile and will put a link here.

"DAD! JET! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP! SCHOOL!"

As a body flung itself on the bed, Tony groaned and rolled over to see Gibbs sit up and catch Fiona. "I knew it would be a bad idea to teach her how to talk," he muttered and swung his legs out from under the blankets and over the side of the bed.

"Come on, you little alarm clock. Better get dressed for your first day of kindergarten. Do you know what you're gonna wear?" The little dark haired girl, still swamped in the too-big NCIS shirt she had begged off of her dad, squealed and struggled out of Gibbs' arms to grab Tony's hand and drag him into her room. Gibbs laughed, something he found himself doing much more often since Tony and his daughter moved into his house. Somewhere around four years after that day, Fiona was starting school. She was a firecracker, no doubt about it. Between the brown hair, the green eyes, and the ebullient personality, it was easy to see she was Tony's. And although Angie came down at least twice a year from Illinois, Gibbs considered himself Fiona's other parent. Not that he ever mentioned that out loud, of course.

He at one point worried about the girl having no female influences, but he barely thought of that now. Her godmother, Abby, was the girl's idol, though both of the men in her life hoped the taste in music and dress would not rub off too much. Fiona loved to hang out in the forensics lab, trying to peer over the tables while Abby taught her how to do tasks around the lab. Abby sometimes brought Fiona down to the morgue, when she knew there weren't any bodies out, and the young girl would sit for hours, transfixed by Ducky's stories. The two girls also would have sleepovers (not in the coffin) and when Fiona went bowling with Abby, the nuns all loved her.

Timmy, as she called her godfather (after he won the battle between him and Tony as to whether his name was Tim or Elf Lord), was very much the uncle who would always find the coolest presents for Christmas and birthdays. Little robots that lit up, walked, and talked and various kids' electronics were scattered around her room. Tony never really cared about the mess, so Gibbs with his spartan Marine way of doing things was the one to always make her clean up. It had been a deal just the other day that if she cleaned her room, they would take her out to buy things for school.

Once Gibbs got dressed and poured himself a bowl of cereal, Tony pushed Fiona in his direction and went to get dressed himself. Fiona tucked into her own bowl of cereal and munched away happily, dressed in a black jumper over a white blouse. Abby had taught her how to do her own hair (since her dads wouldn't be of much help) so a little red bow sat neatly on top of her head. Gibbs knew the girly look would be somewhat spoiled when she put on her little camouflage backpack, which she had insisted on buying in the store.

"Go brush your teeth," Gibbs reminded her as she jumped down from her chair. When she scampered off to the bathroom, he washed their bowls and eventually felt a warm body behind his.

"Morning, Jethro," Tony said, placing a light kiss on Gibbs' lips when he turned his head.

"Good morning, dad. Are you ready for your daughter to start school?"

Tony hummed into Gibbs' neck. "I'd rather she didn't. I'd rather we home school her and then we can lock her in a tower when she hits puberty."

Gibbs laughed and stepped away from the sink as Fiona ran back into the room. "Dad, Jet, the bus gets to my stop in…" she checked the little black watch on her wrist "11 minutes. Should we go??"

The two men exchanged a resigned look and helped her into her backpack. Before she darted out the door, Tony stopped her and crouched down to eye level. "Now remember, Fi, not everyone's family is like ours. Most families have just a mom and a dad living together. And some people don't approve of families two men, like us. So if kids say mean things, just ignore them and go play with someone else."

Behind him Gibbs added, "Do that if anyone says anything mean to you. We'll send Ziva after them."

Fiona giggled and hugged her dad around the neck. "I'll be fine, Dad. Most kids just think it's cool that I live with a policeman and a Marine, N-C-I-S." She let go of Tony and walked up to Gibbs, who crouched for her to give him a hug too. "Now come on; we can't be late!"

She held Tony's hand as they walked down the block, Gibbs behind them, all the way to the bus stop.

Once the three reached the bus stop on the corner around the block, Gibbs nodded hello to the other parent waiting and Tony was crouched in front of his daughter, fussing with her backpack and playing I Spy. Fiona kept checking her watch: 8 minutes, 6 and a half, 4…. Once it reached two minutes, she began bouncing on her feet and peering down the road. Tony heard the rumble of the bus before any of the others saw it and his hand tightened around her instinctively.

"Don't worry, daddy, I'll be home soon. Can we have chicken for dinner?"

Tony laughed and said, "Sure, whatever you want. When you get home, ask Jethro very nicely and I'm sure he won't say no."

Gibbs smiled down at the little girl and closed the few steps between them to kiss her on the forehead. "I think you better go to the bus; you don't want to be left behind. And remember what I said about Ziva." Fiona giggled and ran to get on the bus. She stopped, one foot on the stairs, and waved, calling "Bye daddy!" to Tony. Gibbs' heart ached remembering Kelly's first day of school and how she had done the exact same thing and had called the same words. He still missed Shannon and Kelly, but Tony and Fiona had helped him see his first wife and daughter for the good memories rather than dwelling on the bad.

Tony and Gibbs stood shoulder to shoulder and watched the yellow bus pull away. Without words, they watched until they could see it no longer and turned to walk back home. When they entered the house, Gibbs put his arm around Tony's shoulders and squeezed gently. He was rewarded with a small smile, which quickly evolved into a coy look.

"You know, you don't have to be at work for another hour and a half…" Gibbs' face lit up in a laughing grin and he ushered Tony into their bedroom. He knew Tony preferred sex for comfort and he wasn't surprised by the request. That wasn't to say he minded, however…

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An hour later, Gibbs slipped from under the covers and Tony and began to dress. His fingers made quick work of his shirt and his shoes slipped neatly onto his feet. Wallet, gun (from the locked case at the top of the closet), badge, and phone were gathered up and Gibbs was ready for work. He threw a fond look at his lover, gazing up at him still undressed in the bed, and strode over to give him one last kiss before he left. It was long, passionate, loving, and full of promise.

"I love you, Tony. And you have to let them grow up sometime."

Tony said nothing, but kept watching him, eyes bright. Only when Gibbs reached the door did he hear: "Don't forget the chicken".