"Dream Team reunion! I really should make us jerseys…" Abby said thoughtfully, leaning against her computer stand, and grinning at Ellie and Delilah. "Delilah, you're not wearing your ring!"

Delilah gave her a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, Abby, but my fingers have been swelling, and I couldn't get it to fit. Miracle of life, y'know."

Ellie laughed. "I see you've still got your wedding ring on though."

"I'd take it off, but it's stuck," Delilah said, and then smiled. "Not that I mind."

"Honestly though, like, think of the brain power in this room right now. We are like the ultimate genius team. All four of us."

"Whoa there Abby, I don't think Peanut is exactly a member of the dream team just yet," Delilah said, as Ellie laughed.

"Oh, c'mon Delilah, you know that any kid of yours and McGee's is going to be super smart," Abby replied. "And probably really cute too."

"She's got a point there, Dee," Ellie said, still smiling.

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Fine, you're right."

"There's probably a genius baby in there right now, planning to cure cancer or something," Abby said with a smirk.

Delilah rolled her eyes at that. "Abby," she sighed, about to start.

"So should I be ordering us jerseys?" Abby asked.

"If you do, better make mine a large," Delilah said, inciting laughter from the other two.

"How much longer until the baby is born, anyway?" Ellie asked.

"Too long," Delilah told her, grinning, and once the three of them had stopped laughing, continued. "Doc said anytime after November 21st."

"That's in three weeks!"

"Don't think I don't know," Delilah warned. "A certain someone keeps reminding me that I should probably stop working soon. But I can work from home, and he's a worrywart anyway."

"And do you guys know what you're having?" Abby asked.

"Everyone keeps asking, and I still have the same answer: no."

"Well, that baby better hurry up and arrive," Abby said.

"Oh, I am with you a hundred percent on that," Delilah agreed.

"Yeah, a lot of people in the office have placed bets on what it is. Even Tony's in on it."

"He is?" Delilah laughed.

"Yeah, I think… it's up to $200 for a girl, and $250 for a boy… $30 for other."

"Other?" Delilah asked.

"Tony specifically requested that Clay add a third category," Abby said, smirking.

"Let me guess, just to bug Tim."

"He's wound pretty tight, Dee," Ellie warned. "You'd think he's nervous or something."

"Tim? Oh, he's totally terrified. But it's okay. We've got it under control," she said. "Oh! We've got a hit! Abby, can you call Gibbs?"

"Can I take a picture first?" Abby asked.

"Why?" Ellie and Delilah asked at the same time.

"Baby's first case?" she said sheepishly, causing the other two to laugh.

"Not if ya don't want Tim's head explodin'," Gibbs said, walking in, carrying a tray of drinks, and followed by Tim. "I brought drinks," he said in response to the quizzical looks.

He handed Abby a Caf-Pow, before handing a coffee to Delilah, whose eyes lit up.

"Boss, I don't think-,"

"Cool it, Tim, it's decaf. I wouldn't hurt your kid."

"Thank you, Gibbs, very nice of you," she said with a smile, taking a sip. "Ooh that's good."

"Are you already trying to hook my baby on coffee?" Tim asked, or rather demanded.

Gibbs laughed. "I'm the grandpa, kid's gotta inherit something from me. Whaddaya got, Dream Team?"

XNCISX

Tim knocked gently on the doorframe as he stuck his head into Agent Sloane's office. "Hey, Agent Sloane, you wanted to see me?"

She looked up from her computer, pushing up her glasses, which had slid down her nose. "Hi Agent McGee! Yeah, I… uh was putting together a profile on the husband, as Agent Gibbs requested. Actually it was more like monosyllabic grunts… had to piece it together myself. How long does it take to get in his good books?"

"At least a decade," Tim told her grimly, walking in. "But that's if you mess with his coffee."

"Speaking from experience there, McGee?" she asked.

"Yeah. So… why'd you call me instead of Gibbs?"

"Figured you were the right-hand man."

Tim laughed. "Yeah the right hand man, that's me."

"I won't make a Hamilton reference," she said with a smile.

"You already did. Now the song will be stuck in my head for days," he sighed. "And my wife will hate me for singing it. Even though she's already singing Christmas music-,"

"Yes, your wife," she said, smiling at him. "Why don't you take a seat?"

He gave her a suspicious look, but sat. "Are you gonna tell me about the profile on the husband?"

"Yeah, in a minute, hold your horses." She leaned forward on her desk, staring at him. "How are you holding up? I know this case must be… difficult for you."

He shrugged. "Why should it be? My wife is perfectly fine, and healthy, and safe."

"But it must hit close to home."

"Jack, I worry enough about my wife without thinking about her being kidnapped. Besides," he said with a wistful smile. "She can hold her own in a fight." He thought of Malik, and the bravery and spark he loved in his wife.

"Oh, I believe it," she said with a smile. "How long have the two of you been married?"

"Since May." He could see that she was calculating backwards in her head, and then he cut off her train of thought by continuing. "We were supposed to have a big fancy wedding in July, but we found out about the baby and didn't want to… waste any more time."

"Yes, and it mentioned in your file – don't look at me like that, I know your friend Reeves has done background on me – that you were missing for two months. Held captive in… Ecuador?"

"Paraguay," he said softly.

"And you lived, which is amazing… I… Such resilience…"

"I had Delilah to come back to," he said softly, staring her down.

"You mentioned that you worry about her," she continued, ignoring his glare.

"Of course. It's normal, isn't it? To worry about my pregnant wife?"

"You aren't worried for your own sake?" she asked.

"Well…" he paused. "Y'know Jack, I… I've always know that Dee would be an amazing mom. She's just that special kind of person."

"And what about you?" she asked.

"I worry about Dee, so that I don't have to think of how scared I am."

"You're worried that you won't be a good father, right?" she asked.

He blinked, and stared at her. "How did you..?"

"I'm a profiler, Tim."

He raised an eyebrow. "Gibbs put you up to this, didn't he?"

"He did ask, but he didn't order, so I'd say I'm actually growing on him. And Tim, from what I've learned about you since we met, I believe that you are going to be a great father."

"I'm gonna mess up," he scoffed.

"Isn't that the hallmark of all first-time parents?" she said with a grin. "You mess up, you learn, and as long as you love the kid, what does it matter?"

"Of course I love… the baby," he said, feeling that saying Peanut in front of her was just inviting more profiling. "The only person I love more than my baby is my wife. And speaking of spouses, are we going to talk about your profile on the husband now? Or are you going to keep interrogating me?"

She grinned. "This is why people hate psychologists isn't it?"

"I've known a lot of profilers," Tim said. "Only liked a few of them." But a smile in her direction confirmed that he did like her. "Now tell me, what do I need to know about the husband?

Sloane looked at him, and smiled to herself as she started to explain. They'll be alright, she thought.

XNCISX

"Oh, I just love Halloween!" Abby gushed as Tim and Delilah made their way into the lab. Her smile grew upon seeing them. "Don't you guys?"

"It was Halloween when we moved in together, Abby, so of course we love Halloween," Delilah said, grinning over at her husband. "Don't we, Tim?"

"I feel stupid. I've never even seen Hocus Pocus!" he complained,

"Here, bend down," Delilah ordered, and he obeyed, so that she could fix his headband. "Your ears were crooked."

"Why am I a black cat again?" he asked.

Delilah, in her orange wig, shot him an amused look. "Because you're Thackery Binx, and I, Winifred Sanderson put a spell on you and turned you into a cat."

"Apparently I need to see this movie," he said, rolling his eyes.

"You really do," Abby said, smirking at him.

"This is the last time I do a group costume," he muttered.

Ellie and Abby, who were dressed up as the other two witches from Hocus Pocus, were grinning at him, as Delilah smiled up at him. "I'm sure I could persuade you to do it again."

"Probably… You did bewitch me after all," he said with a wink.

With surprising speed, and despite the giggles she was trying to suppress, Delilah, pulled him down to her level and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll let that joke slide." And then she watched him for a second, smiling to herself.

"What?" he asked. "Cat got your tongue?"

"If I'm lucky," she muttered.

"Okay, that's disgusting," came a voice from behind them. "I never needed to hear that."

Tim turned to see Nick walk in, dressed similarly to the way he had when they'd been trying on tuxes for the wedding. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"Johnny Cash," Nick said with a grin. "Might as well embrace it, huh?"

Delilah looked confused, so Nick continued. "I tried on a tux for your wedding and Reeves told me I looked like Johnny Cash. At least I didn't look like a waiter."

"Actually, Nick, I think I looked rather like James Bond," Clay said, coming in, looking… like James Bond.

"007," Delilah said, nodding, as she smiled.

"Johnny Cash, and James Bond… and a cat," Tim complained to her, but he was smiling.

"That sounds like a punchline to a bad joke."

"Hey Johnny, where's your June?" Reeves asked.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Hilarious," he said, deadpan.

Delilah took Tim's hand in hers, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, Dee."

They looked around to make sure that everyone else was occupied by the party, but on their way out of Abby's lab, they bumped into Agent Sloane.

"Oh hi you guys!" she said, looking between them, her mouth twitching. "Are you supposed to be from Hocus Pocus?"

"Yes," Tim sighed, as Delilah laughed.

"What are you supposed to be?" she asked Jack.

"Oh, I'm Hot Lips from M*A*S*H." She grinned, looking at the two of them. "Sneaking away from the party early?"

"Maybe…" Delilah said. "Please don't give us away."

"Oh no, your secret is safe with me," she said with a smile. "You go on, I'll keep them distracted."

Tim looked relieved, "Oh, thanks, Agent Sloane, I owe you."

"Not really, now get outta here, before they find out that you're gone."

"Elevator?" Tim asked.

"Elevator," Dee agreed.

Once on the elevator, Tim flipped the emergency switch, plunging them into semi-darkness. They shared a smile, and Delilah said very softly, "Can you believe it's been two years since we moved in together?"

"I can," he said, kneeling down in front of her, and looking up at her with an adoration that radiated from him, so strong was it. "I can't believe it took me so long to propose… almost a year after we moved in together."

"I wouldn't change a single second. Besides… it just means I knew exactly what I was getting into," she said with a laugh.

"That makes two of us… Though I knew for a long time that you were the one."

"We are the perfect nerdy couple, according to Abby," she said with a smile, taking his hands in hers. "And we are okay, aren't we Tim?"

"Yes. This baby is coming, ready or not."

"I think we'll be ready. It's not like we haven't had time to prepare," she said with a laugh.

"Very true. When I was talking to Agent Sloane, today-,"

"Tim," she said, cutting him off.

"What?"

"Stop wasting your breath and come kiss me. I've been wanting you to kiss me all night."

"A very specific craving," he teased, cupping her face in his hands.

"My favorite," she replied, smiling, before he pulled her into a gentle kiss. She was having none of his gentleness, treating her as though she'd break, and pulled him into a fiercer kiss, and they quite lost track of time.

Tim pulled away, breathlessly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Timothy McGee… Binx." She scratched behind his fake ears, and grinned. "I'd find it so funny if you started purring right now."

He reached over, flipping the emergency switch back, before leaning his forehead against hers. "That would mean I'm happy?"

"Aren't you?" she asked, smiling.

He pulled her into another kiss in reply, not even noticing that the doors to the elevator had opened, until the wolf whistles and applause started.

They broke apart, blushing, turning to see the team all smirking and laughing at them from outside the elevator.

Sorry mouthed Agent Sloane.

"What are you two, teenagers?" Nick asked, smirking.

In answer, Tim reached out, hitting the button that closed the elevator doors, before turning back to his breathless, laughing wife. "What do you say we move this Halloween party back to the apartment?"

"Oh Agent McGee," she said as sweetly as any Halloween candy. "I thought you'd never ask."