Sorry if y'all thought that last chapter was the actual last one lol, though I think the next one might be. Thanks for all the reviews, I really do appreciate them all :)

Gibbs had just gone to get a second coffee when a thought hit him. Tony (Who was snuggling happily underneath a blanket) was going to grow. That meant he'd rip the clothes he was wearing. And what about the cast on his wrist? What would happen to that when he grew?

Gibbs hastily went back into the room, knowing he only had half an hour or so before the kid changed back, Damnit DiNozzo, He thought grimly, Even when you're asleep you still manage to give me yet more work. The tone of his thoughts softened as the baby rolled over in his sleep, resting his heavy arm on his side. Gibbs couldn't help but smile before quickly, gently and efficiently taking the kid's clothes off, leaving him naked under the blanket, as he was doing this, he was also calling Melissa, although he wasn't sure what she could do,

"Hello?"

"Hey Melissa, it's Gibbs. I only just realised Tony has his cast on, what'll happen when he changes?" He could feel her thinking hard, until she finally replied,

"I know it's not nice, but you need to just keep it on. When he changes it'll hurt, trust me, but as soon as he does that we can take it off."

"Why can't you take it off now?"

"Because it takes time, and if he changed half way through, it wouldn't be good."

Gibbs sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew he'd wince and feel horribly guilty when Tony finally came to, crying in pain…no. That wouldn't happen. He'd be adult Tony by then, and he'd keep it bottled up. It all suddenly hit Gibbs, as he hung up the phone, staring at the baby, whose modesty was concealed only by a pale blue blanket. He'd never see this kid again. Of course he'd still see Tony, and whenever he looked into those innocent green eyes (It was just a feeling, but he knew they'd never change) he'd still see that cute kid, but damn… he'd never get over the way that had behaved around each other. What if he slipped up at work? Called him kiddo in front of everyone or – worse, gave him that smile he'd known he'd been giving him, that – not simpering exactly, but that soft, loving smile, that probably lit up his face. He almost snorted as he lounged back on the sofa, drinking his coffee. The thought of his face lighting up was absurd.

And what if Tony forgot? Did or said something that would require different treatment than what was normal? Would Gibbs really be able to push him away, see the hurt in his eyes as the man he'd come to trust more than anyone else in the world (Was that really any of a change?) would purposely do or say something that would make him feel so dejected.

And now Gibbs got to thinking again – really thinking. Was he even doing the right thing? It was a stupid thought, and he shook his head to get rid of it, but it just wouldn't leave him alone. After all, Tony needed his life, job and friends back.

So why was Gibbs wondering what might have happened if he hadn't given Tony the antidote?

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There was a soft knock at the door, and Gibbs guessed it was one of two people. Either Abby, not being able to contain her excitement and deciding that she had to be there for when Tony came back, or Ducky, who knew him better than anyone, and would probably get there for a last minute talk about how hard this was for him, and asking him if he was alright. To be honest, he wasn't in the mood for either, which is why he actually went to the door. If it was Abby or Ducky they'd just walk in after a while, knowing that the door was closed. If he got there first, he could smoothly slide the chain across and act as though he'd gone to bed. He just had too much crap on his mind right now to listen to Abby talk quickly or Ducky drone on about some time when he was young. Gibbs knew he was being mean, but he was starting to get a migraine, and didn't really care anymore.

To his surprise, when he went to slide the bolt across, he saw that it wasn't Ducky's or Abby's shadows outside. He withdrew the lock and saw Melissa stood there, biting her lip,

"Gibbs!" She began, apologetically, "I'm sorry to come here without warning, and I know you probably want to be alone, but I thought, seeing as how it'd hurt, you'd want that cast removed immediately. I'll go straight after that." Gibbs raised his eyebrows as the woman held up a saw that looked as though it had been stolen from a hospital,

"I didn't know they taught micro-biologists how to cut casts off." He remarked drily,

"I took a few years of med school, before realising I wasn't up to all the gore. Stayed there long enough to work up a vat full of debt and until I knew how to mend broken bones." She winked at him and he stood aside, shaking his head and smiling slightly at her words. The woman was quick; he had to give her that. And he liked how she knew he wanted to be alone.

"I thought you weren't going to do it now?" He asked her, as she saw Tony under the blanket, walking into the living room, "That if he changed it might go wrong…" He tailed off and saw her smile as she sat down carefully, as if scared to upset the balance of things in the house, that had a comforting, family feel to it,

"I'm going to do it as soon as he changes, which probably won't be long come to think of it. He'll be kinda out of it as well, so it'll be quite easy. As soon as it's off I'll stick a sling on it and if you want I'll come back tomorrow and put another cast on." Gibbs didn't know what to say. A complete stranger just a few days ago and already she was doing so much for him. For them. She guessed what he was thinking and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, as she had gotten up from the sofa by this point,

"Gibbs," She said gravely, "You're welcome. I know how you feel about him and well – I know it's none of my business, but you make a great father and son."

"Made." Gibbs pointed out gruffly, "Made."

"You still can. Ok, obviously you can't treat him as you have been for the past week or so, but in your own way, you can show him how special he is to you."

"We've already had that conversation Melissa," Gibbs replied wearily, "He knows now how I feel, and vice-versa." She didn't press him for anything more, and simply nodded, glancing at a clock and saying,

"It's probably going to happen pretty soon. You want to stay?" Gibbs bit his lip. He knew he really should, in case Tony needed him (And he was morbidly curious about what exactly happened during the change) but he suddenly remembered something,

"No, I need to get the spare bedroom ready, he needs somewhere to sleep." She nodded her understanding and watched him leave the room, smiling sadly at the way his shoulders slumped, the first time since she'd known him. Ok, it wasn't that big a time span, but she now realised that he was only mostly happy because of Tony.

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Gibbs was heaving various infant paraphernalia out of the room, stopping every now and again to wipe his brow. He winced as he heard the muffled groans from the living room, and a hushed voice, probably Melissa's, before the sounds of saw being started, gently cutting into a cast that would obviously be putting an enormous amount of pressure on a broken arm that probably felt even worse now it had been stretched and twisted or something. Sighing, Gibbs finally managed to move the stuff into the room it had originally came out of and pushed the bed back in. It seemed like longer, harder work now there wasn't the anticipation of a baby moving in. He sighed again, and told himself to definitely not show that kind of attitude or voice those thoughts when he saw Tony. The kid was still not 100 percent certain Gibbs was happy to have him in the house, so the last thing he needed was to see that Gibbs felt disappointed.

Once the room was more or less straightened out, Gibbs started downstairs, holding a pair of his boxers, trousers and an old NIS top. He didn't have any of Tony's clothes, so until Abby came round tomorrow morning (Which he knew she would) with some, the kid would just have to make do with wearing his.

Descending, he heard his name mentioned once or twice, and guessed it was the right time to enter, as he could hear Tony's voice getting quite worried when the man who had been looking after him for a week and a bit wasn't there for him when he woke up. That thought made Gibbs' heart break so he entered the room, and made sure he smiled at Tony.

It was odd just how accurate his version of New-Adult-Tony was. He looked exactly as he remembered him, with the exception that his eyes were a brighter colour and whatever expression was on his face they remained innocent and curious, as if seeing things for the first time, reminding him of Bambi (Which he would probably think of quite a bit over the next few days, as Tony would try to walk normally). The kid was nursing his broken arm, and kept the blanket over his abdomen and crotch (It was amazing how tall he looked now), but he was still smiling happily as Gibbs entered the room.

"Hey Boss, long time no see." Gibbs grinned and answered,

"Yeah, about 27 years by the looks of it." Melissa grinned at the two men, before turning to Tony and saying gently,

"I'll get you a sling for that."

"I'll do it," Gibbs butted in, before she had a chance to walk away, "I did it before." He justified himself, as Melissa gave him an odd look, whereas Tony gave him a dizzy smile, before asking,

"Don't suppose those clothes are for me Boss?" He pointed at the clothes in Gibbs' hands and grinned again, wincing as he reached up to take them,

"Don't bother DiNozzo," Gibbs admonished, "Let me help you, you couldn't even hold a feather right now." Tony shrugged but mumbled,

"Some things never change, huh Boss? Still unable to clothe myself..." Gibbs smiled slowly, shaking his head as Tony was ready with thousands of come-backs to use in the event of Gibbs saying something that could be connected with the last week. He helped Tony slowly stand up, and quickly sat him on the sofa as he threatened to fall over,

"Gonna have to work on the whole walking thing - again." Tony sighed, closing his eyes.

Melissa, picking the saw and broken bits of plaster said, "I did say he'd be pretty out of it." Gibbs just nodded and asked, as she said goodnight and went to go out the door,

"Where did you even get the saw from?" She grinned wickedly and only said,

"Get better soon Tony, I'll see you tomorrow." Before opening the door and disappearing. They were silent for a moment, as Gibbs remembered various incidents that had happened in this very room, before Tony yawned, bringing the older man to the present,

"I moved a bed into your - the spare room, so when you're ready." Tony nodded, but remained sat back on the sofa, his eyes closed lazily and his arm resting on his stomach. Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, Gibbs cautiously pulled the top over the younger man's head, biting his lip as he maneuvered it around his arm,

"Sorry." He murmured, as Tony yelped in pain. He got to the boxers, but Tony insisted on doing those himself, inching into them while Gibbs got him some water. When the ex-marine came back into the room, Tony was still sat on the sofa, but had his trousers on. He had clearly lost weight, as they (As well as the top) hung off him, giving the impression of a little kid playing with their parent's clothes. Wouldn't be the first time, Gibbs thought, smiling. He whistled gently and brought the younger man back to Earth, saying,

"Ok kid, you're going to bed now. And I don't want to see you out of that room until it's at least lunch time tomorrow, you got that?" Tony smiled exhaustedly and grimaced as he was slowly brought to his feet, saying slowly,

"Won't be a problem Boss..." Gibbs gripped him solidly around the waist and made sure his arm was well pinned to his chest before attempting to take Tony upstairs. He was definitely having trouble walking, and kept shooting apologetic glances at his Boss, who was having none of it, tutting every time Tony tried to apologise,

"Sorry Boss, I just..."

"Save it DiNozzo, it's fine. Hell I didn't even expect you to be this steady." At this moment Tony slipped and Gibbs only just managed to pull him back up in time. He blushed, and said,

"Guess you spoke too soon, huh Boss?" Gibbs rolled his eyes and said,

"C'mon kid, you can't even keep your eyes open." Tony grinned at him but closed his eyes, letting Gibbs simply guide him to the room he'd slept in for the past week. He felt himself being gently laid on the bed, and a smooth, crisp sheet pulled over him, mindful of his arm. He slept immediately, not even noticing the small peck on his forehead, as if someone had lovingly kissed him goodnight.

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He blearily opened his eyes the next morning, blinking in the sun. It was so bright, he guessed he'd made it to lunch time as Gibbs had ordered, not awfully sure whether the older man had been joking or not. He sat up slowly, stretching his one good arm and actually physically jumping in shock at the length it went out to. He felt really exposed as well, as though he wasn't as covered up as he should have been. It wasn't that he missed the feel of the diaper - hell he never thought he'd ever feel so happy about being able to feel he needed the toilet - but it was odd that there wasn't that thickness there anymore. Refreshing nevertheless but odd.

He ruffled his hair with his good arm and decided that before he did anything he needed to visit the head. There was the one small problem of walking though. He knew from last night he wouldn't be running in a hurry, and expected it was simply because he wasn't used to the length of his legs. And he walked differently now. Before it was a kind of toddle, now it was a proper walk, and he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, as if trying to figure out to do it.

"Need help kid?" Gibbs asked softly from where he'd been leaning against the door frame. Tony blushed but stammered out,

"I guess I need a bit of a hand going to the head. Just to get there," He added quickly, "No help required once there, but I need to... to..."

"Get there." Gibbs finished for him, playfully rolling his eyes before gently taking one side of the kid's body and pulling, standing there for a while and letting Tony get used to just having the correct balance, before slowly walking forward, making sure he had the same rhythm as the older man. They finally made it to the bathroom, and Gibbs stood outside the door, feeling weirdly proud as he heard the taps running, indicating Tony had managed to walk over to the sink. The door opened and he looked out, his face looking distinctly relieved as he saw that Gibbs was still there.

"You hungry?" He asked, and got a nod. It wasn't very enthusiastic, but it was still a nod, "Melissa's here again," He informed Tony as he helped him downstairs, "She's going to do you a new cast." Tony nodded once again, taking the information in as they rounded into the kitchen, where there was a place already set out for him at the table. Glancing at the clock as he sat down, Tony noticed it was half 12, glad he could now tell the time.

"Afternoon Tony." He heard from the corner, and glanced over to see Melissa stood there, smiling at his flushed appearance,

"I have to say," She said, "Your face looked much fuller and wholesome yesterday." He laughed easily and replied,

"Babyfat. It was just a stage." Gibbs chuckled and set a bowl full of porridge in front of him, as well as a cup of juice beside it. Tony didn't say anything about the juice, but made a face at the older amount when he saw the amount in his bowl,

"You need feeding up." Was all he offered, before turning to his own piece of toast and customary cup of coffee. Tony just shook his head before asking Melissa,

"Don't suppose you could do my arm now could you? It's kinda nervewracking always on the look out for things that might hit the sling." She smiled prettily at him and nodded, saying,

"My son has a football game soon, so I was hoping to do it now anyway." Tony bit his lip, about to apologise for her maybe missing the start of the game, before he got a slap to the head,

"Hey!" He cried out, "What about the whole broken arm thing?" Gibbs smiled, his eyes glinting,

"You can only use that once," He explained, before adding, "Now come on, if you're not walking by dinner you're going to have more than one arm broken."

"What, you're threatening me to walk?" Tony asked, bemused, although he could see the twinkle in his boss's eye. Melissa had merely kept quiet throughout the exchange and had been worked quickly and efficiently to wrap the cast around his arm. It was finally done when Gibbs finished his coffee, making Tony chuckle when he immediately got another when the younger man accidentally spilt his drink everywhere,

"I'll see you late Tony, Gibbs." The young woman said happily to them,

"Tell your son I said good luck." Tony called after, to which she waved behind her shoulder and shut the door.

They were finally alone.

So, next chapter may in fact be the last :) I'm gonna be quite sad when this finished, though with the whole sequel thing it'll be ok :) Oh yeah, one more thing, I don't know how old Tony is, so I just guessed 28 lol. Review? xxx