A/N: Been a while, huh? Sorry about that. And now, what you've all been waiting for...

So far on Gibbs' Private Life Exposed...:

Gibbs is married to a man.

Said man is pregnant.

The team is nosy, especially Abby.

McGee wants to keep his balls.

Gibbs is getting suspicious.

Kate is sitting in her car across the street from her target's house. The target? One Anthony Gibbs. The house she was looking at was a two story house in a suburban neighborhood. A comfortable one in fact. There were roses planted in the front yard and the lawn was manicured. It looked like it was cut straight from a magazine. How in the hell Gibbs could afford it was a mystery to her.

Her passenger door silently opened and Ziva snuck in. "How is it going?"

"No activity yet. The downstairs light is on. No sign of Gibbs either."

"It's 0500 already. He should be up by now."

As they spoke of the devil, he appeared. Gibbs was dressed for work and climbed into his Challenger. He pulled out of the driveway and took off.

"I'm going to follow him. Good luck with yours."

Ziva got out of the car and quickly went to hers parked three cars down. What they didn't see was the blind in the top floor window open and the man drinking his morning coffee.

Kate waited an hour. By the second hour, she was getting impatient. A car pulled up in front of the house. Bingo. She raised her camera and got a picture of the driver and the car. Hispanic. Mid twenties. He honked the horn once. She saw the front door open and Anthony came out. He locked the door and waved to a neighbor walking their dog. He got in the car and they went in the opposite direction that Gibbs went.

Finally, she thought.

Tim woke up that morning with a bad feeling. What couldn't Abby have just left it alone? Yes, he was curious, but he wasn't that intent. He knew his boss kept his personal life secret. He had enemies and if there was even the possibility of a threat, he wouldn't want his family getting hurt. Tim felt that by opening that can of worms was like opening Pandora's Box. It wasn't going to be good.

Abby was in a good mood that morning. She thought about what had happened the previous night. Gibbs was going to be a daddy. She couldn't believe it! Then she thought, if he was happy with the baby, why didn't he shout it from the rooftops? Was he embarrassed that the fact his baby mama was a man? Abby didn't think so. In fact, she thought he wasn't ashamed. That brought up the next question. Why didn't Gibbs ever introduce the team to his husband? Did he think that they wouldn't approve? DADT was repealed a while back. Wait a second, the marriage license said 2001. They couldn't have been married. Same-sex marriage wasn't legal back then. Did that mean their marriage was falsified?

Abby was buzzing with questions while she powered up her babies. She looked at her clock. 0600. Ducky should be in his office by now. She grabbed a Caff-Pow! and made her way to the morgue.

Ducky was looking over some paperwork and sipping on a cup of tea when she walked in.

"Ah, Abigail. How did your little adventure pan out last night?"

Abby sat on a corner of the desk. "It was a success, Duckman."

Ducky was now interested. He turned to her. "Do pray tell the tale."

Thirty minutes later, after a detailed description from Abby of the night's events, Ducky was dumbfounded.

"Pregnant?" he said.

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. Isn't it exciting?!" Abby was bouncing with excitement.

"This can't happen. It is impossible. It is a joke among the medical community."

"Well, it happened. Is there a way to find out if it's true?"

"I'll see what I can dig up."

"Thanks Duckman." She kissed his cheek and skipped back to her lab.

Ziva followed the yellow Challenger from a couple of cars behind. She wondered what he was doing. He wasn't headed to work or his favorite coffee shop. She stayed behind for twenty minutes or so before he pulled up to a one story brick house. A Hispanic man in a security guard's uniform got in and she snapped a shot with her camera. They got back out on the road again and drove for fifteen minutes. The Challenger pulled up once again at another house in a another neighborhood. She watched Gibbs get out and knock on the front door. He greeted the woman and two children with backpacks barreled into him hugging his legs. He got the kids into the car took off once again. She noticed their route had made a circle and were once again near Gibbs' neighborhood. They pulled up to a school and stopped. Gibbs got out and opened the passenger door. The children came out and stood on the sidewalk. The security guard came out next and shook Gibbs' hand. Gibbs hugged the children and waved goodbye. As the car pulled away, the guard took the children's hands and walked them into the school. She laid low and waited.

Kate followed the car all the way back to Georgetown. She saw them pull into a parking space in front of the Psychology building. They got out and went in. She followed them at a sedate pace, careful not to get made. They went up the stairs to the third floor and Anthony went to the section where the offices were. The Hispanic man went to the front desk and took a seat. So he's the receptionist. She followed Anthony down a hallway to the third door to the left. He unlocked it, went in, and closed it. She stood in front of it and read the name plaque. Anthony D. Gibbs, PhD. Associate Professor. He's a teacher. I've got my work cut out for me, she thought.

Gibbs made his way into the bullpen, hot cup of coffee in his hand and gut in overdrive. His gut hadn't been this bad since Baltimore. And that was a bad thing. Thank God he got Tony out of there in time. He sat down and pulled up his email. No new messages from Vance. That's a good thing. He looked at the time. 0730. Only McGee was in the bullpen with him.

"McGee?"

Tim looked up. "Yes, Boss?"

"Where are Todd and David?"

"I have no idea, Boss. Want me to call them?"

"Nope. let them get fired for all I care. I got to get Ducky's report for this file. I'll be back in a while."

With that, Gibbs got up and went to the elevator. Tim made sure he was gone before he picked up the phone.

"Kate, call Ziva and get the hall back here. Gibbs is pissed." He hung up. What the hell were they thinking?

Gibbs made his way down to autopsy to find Ducky at his desk and Palmer doing inventory.

"Hey, Duck. Got that report for me?"

"Of course, Jethro. I have it right here." Ducky signed it and handed it to Gibbs.

"Thanks, Duck." Gibbs turned to walk out but Ducky voice stopped him.

"Jethro, I offer my sincere congratulations."

Gibbs turned back to him. "On what, Duck? I'm not retiring, if that's what you think."

Ducky chuckled. "Oh no, dear boy. What I meant was the new addition to your family."

Gibbs looked confused. "I didn't hire anyone. Did Vance do something without my consent?"

"Nevermind, Jethro. Carry on."

Gibbs walked out.

Oh, he's good, Ducky thought.

When Gibbs got back, he was called into MTAC. Again. Ziva and Kate still hadn't arrived.

"McGee, you're still on cold cases. Tell those two if they're not here by the time I get back, we're sparring."

"Yes, Boss."

McGee called Kate again. "Kate, where are you? Boss said if you both aren't back, you'll be sparring against him."

"That's what he said."

McGee hung up again. He went down to see Abby.

"Abby?"

"Hey, Timmy. What's up?"

"Kate and Ziva aren't here yet and Boss just threatened them."

"What did he threaten them with?"

"Sparring. Against him."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. Listen Abby, I think this has gone too far."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we followed our boss, watched him have a private date with his husband, eavesdropped on their happy moment, and now Kate and Ziva are following said husband. This has gone too far. I have a feeling that we're going to get caught."

"No we won't. Don't worry, Tim. It'll be fine."

McGee walked out of the lab afraid for his life and his job if those two were caught.

McGee came back to the bullpen after a pit-stop at the men's room. He saw his colleagues' bags next to their desks and Gibbs was nowhere to be seen. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at his desk. 1300. Time for lunch. He went to get up when he heard the elevator ding. A man in a suit, a security guard, and a man holding two children's hands came into the bullpen. McGee got a good look at them and felt his nightmare came true. Ah, fuck! He's here. Said man zeroed on him and came forward, hand outstretched. Tim, trying not to freak out, shook it.

"Hi there. I'm Tony DiNozzo. I'm looking for Agent Gibbs. He around?"

"I'm Tim McGee, one of Gibbs' junior agents. He's been in MTAC most of the morning. I'm not sure when he'll be back." The thought it was weird that Tony used his maiden name and not Gibbs.

"Don't worry. I can take care of that." Tony pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons, and put the phone back in his pocket. Five seconds later, Gibbs comes out of MTAC, with Vance stopping at the top rail.

"Hey." Gibbs came up to Tony and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. He knelt down and gave the boys a hug. "What're you doing here?"

"We came to talk to you. Like right now. Is there someplace where we can talk, all of us?"

"I'm sure Abby won't mind us using her office. It can be airlocked and it's made with bulletproof glass."

"Ok, let's go."

Tim watched all of them board the elevator. He felt his blood pressure skyrocket as he called the lab.

"Abby, Gibbs is coming your way."

Vance had watched Gibbs greet the group in the bullpen with wide eyes. He couldn't believe it. After all this time... He pulled out his phone and put it on speed dial.

"Agent Fornell, you will not believe who just showed up in my building."

"Anthony DiNozzo, Jr."

"He went downstairs with Gibbs."

"You got the subpoena?"

"Alright, see you in a few."

Vance hung up. "Gotcha you bastard."

(Continued Author's Note)

...is a cliffhanger. Sorry about that. But don't worry, shit's going to hit the fan in the next chapter. I promise. Here's what's coming up:

Gibbs will be pissed.

How Tony got out of Baltimore will be revealed.

There will be definite yelling from Gibbs.

Fornell shows up.

Guns will be drawn.

Until next time...