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A/N: So... I wanted to do one chapter of Brothers and one for Crossing of Paths... but my mind wasn't co-operating. So you guys get another chapter! And I think it's the longest one so far!

Fornell stood outside the PICU room and looked on through the glass wall. Dr. Michaels had said it was alright if he wanted to step in too, but he decided to let Gibbs go in alone. Just the view from the hall was enough for Fornell.

As Gibbs looked down at Timmy, he felt his heart sink. He looked even smaller than the last time he saw him, and that was when he was in Tony's lap. The Doctor had explained, Timmy was on a respirator to help him breath, and to let his lung heal, and was getting blood and fluids to help him get rehydrated. Gibbs looked over at the machines beeping away, telling him that Timmy was still alive and fighting. He leaned down and gently placed his hand on Timmy's forehead, and whispered in his ear.

"Timmy, I know we haven't officially meet yet, but my name's Gibbs. I'm looking after your big brother Tony. He's doing good, he's just fine. Tony wants to see you. He misses his brother. He's waiting for you to get better, so he can come see you." Gibbs paused for a moment debating how to word what he wanted to say. "I know you don't know me Timmy, but I'm going to say it anyway. Keep fighting, Timmy. You keep getting stronger and come back to your brother. He needs you. I know you can do it Timmy, you're strong. Keep fighting." Gibbs softly stroked Timmy's hair for a moment, then turned and left the room.

The next morning when Tony awoke he didn't know whether to laugh or scream. There was a man he didn't know sprawled out in the hard hospital chair next to his bed. The man's legs were spread straight out in front of him and his arms both dangled over the sides of the chair. His butt was almost sliding off the edge and his head was bent over the back. Tony sat there with a mix of amusement and concern. The man looked so funny flopped bonelessly in the chair, but Tony didn't know who he was or why he was there. Luckily Gibbs chose that moment to walk in. Seeing the different emotions playing across Tony's face, Gibbs smiled as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Quietly as to not wake the sleeping limpet, Gibbs said, "Good morning Tony, I see you noticed Special Agent Tobias Fornell. He works for the FBI."

Gibbs watched as the fear disappeared from Tony's eyes and curiosity filled them, "'Eally? Cool." Tony paused as he starred at the man. "Why he here?" He asked as he turned to Gibbs.

Gibbs smiled and patted his knee. "Fornell brought you something last night."

"He did!" Tony's eye's grew wide open.

"Yep. But I'm not telling. Fornell get's to do that." Knowing Fornell was going to be as stiff as a board, and sore the rest of the day, after sleeping like that, Gibbs gave a sharp "Hey" to wake the man. Fornell literally jumped straight up out of the chair with a cry of shock and pain. Slowly he lowered himself back down into the chair and wrapped his hands around his neck, trying to work out the stiffness. After a moment sound invaded his conscience. It sounded like giggling. Sure enough when he looked up he saw the little boy in bed with his hand over his mouth trying to block the sound of laughter. Next to him Gibbs didn't even try to hide his amusement and was letting a few snorts of pleasure escape.

"Sure laugh it up. You sleep in a chair and see how you feel in the morning." He said as he stretched his back.

"Oh Tobias, you're just getting old." Gibbs said still smiling. Before Fornell could respond Gibbs spoke again. "Tobias, this is Tony. Tony, Tobias Fornell."

"Nice to meet 'ou." Tony said as he stopped giggling.

"Nice to meet you to Tony."

"I told Tony that you had got him something last night. Why don't you grab that while Tony goes to the bathroom." Gibbs said as he lowered the boy to the floor.

"Sound good." Fornell said as Tony ran for the bathroom. "Gibbs it's right there on the counter, what..."

"Just wanted him to go pee first Tobias."

"Oh, good idea." Gibbs just huffed as Tony came running back in.

Gibbs lifted Tony back onto the bed as Tony asked, "'Ou 'eally got me some-ting? 'Ou don' no me." Tony asked confused.

"Well, it's really from both me and Gibbs." Fornell replied as he grabbed the bags and brought them over to the bed. Fornell had decided that NCIS was paying him back for all this, so he could consider it from both of them.

Tony peaked inside and saw tons of new clothes. "'Or me?!" He asked excitedly.

"For you and your brother. They're all mixed together in these bags, so why don't we go through them and get them separated out?"

Tony was too shocked to say anything, just bobbed his head up and down as he carefully pulled the first shirt out of the bag. All-in-all Tony and Timmy each had four t-shirts, three long-sleeved shirts, four hoodies, and four pants. They each had a package of fuzzy blue socks too. Fornell wasn't going to deal with underwear or shoes, he figured Gibbs could deal with getting that.

Tony was ecstatic with his new clothes. He couldn't decide what he wanted to wear first. All of a sudden his happy chatter stopped and he looked at the two agents. "Why?" He asked.

Fornell didn't understand what he was asking, but Gibbs did. He sat down next to him as he replied, "One, because you need it. And two, because we wanted too."

Tony looked down at everything on the bed and a small smile slid back onto his face. "Ok."

"Good, now do you know what you want to wear yet?" That question launched Tony back into his debate between the red 'Lightning McQueen' hoodie or the blue 'Jake and the Never Land Pirates' long-sleeve shirt. It wasn't until after the morning nurse had brought breakfast and had come to collect the left-overs that Tony finally decided on 'Lightning McQueen'.

Nurse Jenna stopped by on her way home for the day, and got grabbed by Tony, who had to show her all his and Timmy's new clothes. She also decided to help Tony get his hoodie on, because he kept trying to put his head through the arm hole.

While this was going on Dr. Michaels stopped by the room and gestured Gibbs into the hall. "I'll keep him occupied." Fornell said as Gibbs stepped out.

"Doctor?" Gibbs couldn't read anything in Dr. Michaels face and it was a little un-nerving.

"Throughout the night Timmy's vitals continued to get stronger. He started to fight the respirator this morning, and while I'm still worried about his lung being strong enough, we decided to take out the vent. We didn't want him to hurt himself, and if he's fighting that much... We still have him on oxygen, but he's calmed down considerably, and resting nicely."

Gibbs felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders, and he was able to breathe again.

"I'm on my way home for a few hours but I'll be back this evening. Doctor Carlton will be watching over Timmy today. Now, I know his brother wants to see him. If Timmy keeps improving the way he has over the next few hours, when I get back in tonight, Tony can come up and visit him." Dr. Michaels said with a smile.

"Doctor, you have no idea what that will mean to him."

"Oh, I think I do. Have a good day Agent Gibbs. I'll see you this evening."

As Dr. Michaels walked down the hall, Gibbs looked back at Tony's door. He couldn't begin to imagine how Tony would take the news. Yes Timmy was doing better, but if he didn't improve enough throughout the day, Tony still wouldn't be able to see him.

"Gall-darn-it!" Mike threw the t.v. controller across the room in frustration, and watched with satisfaction as it came apart. Stan calmly picked it up and put it back together again.

"Boss we talked about this. You can't throw things just to watch them break."

"Probie! Don't start with me!" Mike yelled loud enough the whole room heard him. Taking a deep breath he said in a more normal tone of voice, yet still tense, "What do you got?"

This time Stan sighed, "Not much. The house is owned by a man named Vincent Dillard. He owns many house's and rents them out, current renter's name for our house is, Isaiah Long. I have a BOLO out for both men. See if we can figure out how this Ben character and our dead Corporal Nigel are connected. I'm also running back round checks on both men, family, business dealing, phone records. It's going to take awhile."

Tony had taken the news of his little brother surprisingly well. Throughout the day Tony would ask if it was late enough to go see Timmy and Gibbs would reply, not yet. The two played games and watched cartoons to pass the time. Tony barely picked at his lunch. Dinner wasn't much better, until Gibbs said he had to eat or else the Doctor wouldn't let him out of his room. Just as Tony was finishing his dinner, Dr. Michaels walked in.

"Hi boys, how are we this evening?" The Doctor asked.

"We're very anxious Doc. We able to see him?" Gibbs asked while watching a million emotions flitter across Tony's face before it went blank. Dr. Michaels noticed this too, and smiled as he looked right at Tony.

"Yes, you can go up and see your brother."

Tony's whole face lit up. Gibbs had seen the little boy smile, the most was when 'Toby' as Tony had come to calling him, gave him his new clothes. But this was a smile of pure joy.

"Now Tony you have to understand, Timmy is still very sick. Before you see him I want you to know a few things. He has a needle in his hand that is putting water back into him, and he has a mask on his face to help him breath. He is getting better though. Just remember that. Okay?"

"Yes Doc-or." Tony said still smiling.

"Alright, lets go see that little brother of yours."

Dr. Michaels let the two go into Timmy's room alone. He stayed outside, just incase, but let them have some semblance of privacy.

To Gibbs Timmy looked much better than he did the night before, but that wasn't saying much. He was still far too pale, yet Tony didn't seem to notice. Gibbs said he couldn't sit on the bed but let him stand on the chair next to the bed. Gibbs stood behind him so he wouldn't fall, as Tony leaned over and took Timmy's hand that didn't have the IV. Tony started to whisper in such a quiet voice that Gibbs couldn't hear. That was fine, Gibbs didn't need to hear the words, the tone said enough. The love Tony had for his little brother was being poured out through his voice. Gibbs was watching Timmy's face and saw as his nose crinkled up. Tony stopped talking and went still.

"Timmy?" Tony asked a little louder. Timmy took a deep breath as his eyes squished together, before they slowly peaked open a small slit. Tony was practically laying on the bed to get closer to Timmy's face as he cried, "Timmy!" Gibbs didn't try to stop him.

Slowly Timmy's eyes opened a little more and Gibbs saw the light green eyes for the first time. He watched as they danced with excitement as he looked at his brother. A small smile hugged Timmy's lips as the two brothers soaked in the sight of each other.

A/N: Ta-Da! It wasn't what I had originally thought, but this is what came out onto the paper, so it's going to stay.