Hiya ;) Thanks for all the incredible reviews ^^ And for all your advice and wisdom :D I'm not sure what to do now, but as I haven't specifically said Tony doesn't have any teeth, how about we all agree he has quite a few, but there's still room for some teething scenes? Ok...

Gibbs looked down into the pen to see Tony still fast asleep. The thick, white diaper he himself had put on the baby you could just see from the dungarees. Gibbs leant in and pulled them up a bit, covering the diaper. He glanced at his watch. He might as well take Tony home now, get him settle in. He knew from experience that babies had to get accustomed to somewhere before settling down, or they might not sleep properly. Was it all babies or just specific ones? Because he was sure Tony was fairly adaptable. However, he bent down and picked Tony up,

"Come on tough guy, home time." Tony mumbled something but opened his eyes, rubbing at them and making small noises, still clutching George,

"We goin' home now?" He asked, still sleepy. Gibbs nodded and slowly walked over to the lift, careful not to make Tony jump,

"I'll see you on Monday," He said to Kate and McGee who were likewise getting ready to go, "I want that report on my desk McGee." He added, and stepped into the lift.

"Gibbs?" Kate called from the office, and Gibbs stuck his foot in the lift door to stop it from closing, "I put all that stuff in your car, but make sure he gets more food, and some babies still have bottles before bed or naps, so I bought one of them, but if you don't..." Gibbs removed his foot, quite annoyed. He knew how to look after a baby, he'd managed it with Kelly. He'd done very well with Kelly. And he wasn't going to make the same mistakes with Tony. He wouldn't panic when he found that baby would be slightly hot or have a runny nose, like he had last time. He knew what to expect.

"Gibbs?" He looked down as he heard his voice chirped by Tony, "I'm hungry again." He said it matter of factly, but rather ashamed, as if scared he was being rude. Gibbs nodded and said,

"We'll drop into the supermarket on the way back, I was running low on food anyway." Tony relaxed against him but didn't fall asleep. He knew about his routine, and he really didn't want Gibbs angry with him again after he was tired.

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Kate had helpfully put everything she'd bought in the boot, but put the car seat in the passenger side. After quickly rustling through some bags, Gibbs found that she'd stuck more clothes in, and she'd bought some more toys as wells as George. He'd get them out when they got back, when he was making dinner, as doubtless Tony would get bored. Sticking him in the car seat, Gibbs went round to his side and set off. He drove quickly, but refrained from driving his usual speed, he was terrified of upsetting Tony.

Soon enough they arrived at the supermarket, and Gibbs got Tony out, saying as he did,

"Would you rather walk or sit in the trolley?" Tony had never been a fan of sitting in the trolley, he'd much preferred to see where he was going, rather than the chest of their nanny.

"I'll walk." He replied, and was set down on the pavement. He saw that Gibbs was locking the car, so went round to him, scared of being forgotten. The boss saw this and smiled, a genuine smile that was warm and happy. He started walking, slowly so that Tony could keep up, but soon lost patience. He wanted to be home before it got dark, so he gently took one of Tony's hands and pulled him along, not so much as for him to fall over, but he was definitely moving faster than he had been.

"Hey Boss?" Tony chirped, from his position on the floor, "I think I will sit in the trolley." He looked down, scared that he'd disappointed Gibbs, but his legs were really hurting. Gibbs just nodded and picked him up when they got to the trolleys and placed him on the seat.

As they were going down the aisles, Tony kept trying to turn around and see where they were going. For some reason this didn't surprise Gibbs. He thought that Tony would be the kind of person/baby that would need to see where they were going, to take everything in. He never did miss much on a crime scene. Even so, it was getting annoying,

"You want me to give you a running commentary, DiNozzo?" He asked drily, making Tony blush and shake his head, staying sat up straight. Gibbs wasn't too sure what to get. He knew he needed his usual things, and bought some extra milk and juice, and in the end decided to just give Tony small bowls of whatever he had. However, he went down the baby aisle, going down it slowly so that he knew what was on the shelves.

With Tony otherwise engaged (I.e, chewing his fingers and staring at the bakery aisle behind them) he flung several things in he knew he would need. A dummy would help hugely if he ever felt like another tantrum, a teething ring, so he would pick something bad up and chew that instead, he got some baby shampoo and bubble bath, and finally stuck in a bath toy, so he could take his mind off the bath he didn't know he'd be getting that night.

Deciding he was done, Gibbs went to the till and payed, keeping Tony in the trolley until he got back to his car and sitting him in the car seat. He put all the bags in the boot, careful not to squash anything and left the trolley where it was. He finally got into the car and looked over at Tony, who looked back, looking slightly bemused as if he didn't know how he'd got there, and drove off.

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"Think you can carry that DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, handing him the lightest carrier bag which contained a few loaves of bread. Tony nodded and tightened his hold on it, his face set in grim determination, wanting to make Gibbs proud.

"Attaboy." Was what he got, which he was pretty happy about, as his boss didn't throw them around.

Getting into Gibbs' house was like stepping into Narnia. He had never been all the way round his boss' house before. There had been times when he'd needed to go down to the basement, but he'd never been much further. Deciding that Gibbs would be busy with his unpacking, and safe in the knowledge that he wouldn't be attached to a leash of some sort, he decided to explore.

He toddled off, after leaving the bags in the hall, and looked up at Gibbs' home. It was very homely, more so than his own, which was weird, as he usually felt extremely at ease in his own home, but now he felt almost too relaxed, which made him feel tired. Maybe he should just fall asleep on the sofa or something. Gibbs wouldn't mind, he'd be staying out of the ex-marine's way. However, something else was beckoning. The opportunity was too good to miss and he felt himself drawn to the stairs. He was sure he could manage them, his legs were only slightly shorter than they normally were.

So he started to crawl up them, trying to get into a rhythm of shuffling and climbing. It didn't work and he felt himself landing at the bottom again with a small thump. It hadn't hurt, seeing as he'd only managed to get up to the second step, but it shocked him, and his infant side was complaining. He even tried to hold his breath to stop crying, but he couldn't hold it in and started to snuffle at first, but once he'd started he couldn't stop, and started to cry louder, drawing Gibbs to the bottom of the stairs,

"Let me guess, you wanted to nose around my house and fell down doing so?" He asked, sounding almost amused as he picked Tony up, bouncing him up and down. Tony quietened, but still continued to cry, until Gibbs got out the dummy from his pocket (He'd taken it out of the wrapper after unpacking, just in case) and coaxed Tony into opening his mouth. Sliding it in, he was relieved that the baby stopped and started to suck it, almost desperately.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and said,

"If I put you down will you promise not to put dents in my floors?" He got a nod and smiled, "I'm going to make dinner," He concluded, "If you go in the other room you'll find something to keep you occupied." He set him down, and after a quick hand through his hair he walk off. Tony toddled through the rooms, wondering what the something was. He finally found it in the living room. Gibbs had out everything he'd bought or Kate had bought in there, arranging it neatly so that it looked like it could be on an advert for a child's nursery.

He decided to crawl over, it being much faster than walking. He stopped in the middle of the toys and gazed about in wonderment, infant side taking over completely as he looked through the toys. He picked up a small stuffed toy, apparently a frog, and he fell in love with it. It was bright green, with bulging eyes and a red line for a mouth. Any normal child would be quite afraid of it honestly, but Tony loved it. He also found a book that had plastic pages that, when pressed, made sounds that went with the pictures. He was completely immersed, and hadn't realised that Gibbs had walked into the room, watching him fondly from the doorway,

"Dinner's ready Tony." He said softly, making the baby jump and whirl around, grinning at him, still completely babyfied,

"Look! Fog!" He exclaimed, showing the frog to Gibbs, who smiled indulgently, knowing that Tony was probably fighting to regain control,

"It's f-R-og Tony." He said, and saw the baby now blushed slightly and stuttered,

"I know, I said frog." Gibbs simply rolled his eyes and took him to the dinner table, putting him in the high chair he'd been in at NCIS. He sniffed and smiled as a delightful aroma passed in from the kitchen. Tying a bib around Tony's neck, Gibbs said,

"It's just spaghetti bolognaise. The proper kind, not the crap in that jar." Tony nodded and kicked his legs slightly, trying to portray just how hungry he was. He soon had food put in front of him and said,

"Can I feed myself?"

"I gotta eat too kiddo." Gibbs replied, and handed him a plastic fork while he sat down for his own. He was glad he'd put that bib on Tony, who was dropping the spag bol everywhere, and was rarely getting it in his mouth.

"Just leave it Tony," Gibbs said wearily, "I'll feed you when I'm done." Tony nodded, blinking hard. He didn't want to disappoint Gibbs, but here he was, not able to eat his own dinner,

"Hey!" A shout brought his head back up, looking over at Gibbs, "Don't mope DiNozzo, it doesn't matter. I said, I'll feed you when I'm done." Tony nodded again, and looked down at his hands. However, when Gibbs was almost done, his stomach gurgled hungrily. Of course, the only logical thing to do at the time seemed to be to take the whole bowl and stick it on his head. Why? He wasn't sure, but his hands were moving faster than his brain and soon he had a bowl full of spag bol in his hair, and dripping down the sides of the high chair.

Before he could help it, he was giggling, sucking his fingers and kicking his legs out. He soon froze however, as Gibbs slowly stood up and walked around. He gulped. Now he was going to get it. And he couldn't help it, he genuinely didn't have any control over it.

"Erm... boss, I..." He stopped as Gibbs picked him up by the armpits, like McGee had, and slowly wiped the worst of it out of his hair. Without a word, he walked to the bathroom, where he's already drawn a bath,as he was going to bathe Tony after dinner anyway. Sitting him down, Gibbs quickly and methodically removed the baby's clothes, and stuck him in the bath, using the shampoo he'd bought that day to clean his hair.

Tony just sat there, shell shocked. His boss had already shown that he hadn't cared when changing diapers, but a whole bath Tony had assumed to be... different, somehow. He couldn't help noticing how soft Gibbs' hands were, and how gentle he was being. He careful lathered Tony's hair, making sure he got every bit, and one hand never left Tony's back, in case the baby fell backwards.

Soon he was completely clean, and was quickly dried, it was a cold night. Gibbs waited until he'd put a fresh diaper on the baby (At which Tony still blushed throughout) and had stuck him in one of those sleepers that Kate and Abby had talked about (It was cream with a picture of a sheep on it) to talk,

"Tony...why? Why would you throw your dinner all over you? Angry you couldn't feed yourself?" Tony shook his head quickly, and said,

"No! I don't... I don't know why I did it. I could see myself doing it, but I still... couldn't stop. And it seemed like the logical thing to do at the time..." He blushed, knowing how stupid he sounded. However, Gibbs looked thoughtful for a second and muttered,

"I'll have to baby proof the house."

"You don't need to Boss, I'll be fine, it's just... occasional lapses." Gibbs snorted and replied,

"No arguments Tony. Right, I think it's time you went to bed, you look like crap."

"Gee thanks." Gibbs rolled his eyes and started up the stairs, saying as he did,

"I got some old stuff out the loft, crib and whatnot. Put it in the spare room." Tony looked puzzled for a minute,

"Why do you have a crib?"

"It's what comes of having over-excitable ex-wives." Tony giggled and allowed himself to be placed in the crib. It was beautifully crafted, plain wood and a white sheet. Obviously whoever bought this hadn't known what gender they'd wanted. The other items looked the same, completely gender non-specific.

"I'll be downstairs. Holler if you need something." He turned the light off and went to go, before he heard a small voice quickly ask,

"Can I have a drink?" Gibbs almost slapped himself. The kid had tipped his dinner down himself, he'd still be hungry, but didn't want to ask for more food. What could he give him that might fill him up as well as quench his thirst? Going downstairs, he got out the bottle that Kate had given him. Filling it with milk, he heated it up slightly and tested it on his finger to check it wouldn't burn Tony. Having done so, he headed back, seeing the kid was stood up and clutching the bars, cocking his head as Gibbs entered the room,

"Here ya go kid." He said, passing it to him. However, Tony looked down at the bottle and asked, incredibly shyly,

"Will you feed me it please?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. He got Tony out of the crib and sat down on a chair in the room. It was like a blast from the past. This small toddler was softly clutching at his sleeve as he fed it, loving the quietness of it all. All you could hear was both their breathing and Tony's sucking, which was in no way an unpleasant sound. Finally, it was gone, and Gibbs gently lowered him back into the crib.

"Night night kiddo." Gibbs murmured, and left the room, making sure the nightlight was switched on.

Wow, you're lucky you're getting this tonight, my keyboard's dying on me :0 Ah well, least I wrote it ^^ Review? xx