Part two of this little mini-series! :)

Inside

Gibbs glared blearily at the clock next to his bed, the red numbers clearly telling him it was almost three in the morning. The noise that had woken him, however, continued.

Someone was at his door.

With a groan, he pulled himself from bed, slipping on a pair of sweats and a shirt, and headed downstairs, opening the door to reveal what he assumed was his agents, slumped in a heap on his doorstep.

" DiNozzo? McGee?"

Both men look up at him, soaked through and clearly still rather drunk. Gibbs stared for a moment, before shaking his head with a sigh.

" You didn't go home like this?"

Tony nodded feebly, pulling a still upset Tim to his feet.

" They kicked us out. Z-Zee-vah..." He said his wife's name with a roll of the eyes, " And A-Abby. I think we're too d-drunk, Boss."

Gibbs scoffed.

" Y'think, DiNozzo? You can barely stand. Heck, I'm surprised Ziva didn't kill you on the spot."

" She t-tried. V-Vicious woman. Think that counts for spousal abuse? She t-tried to break my arm, called me a swine..."

Gibbs ignored the babbling Tony, rounding on the younger man.

" And McGee... I'd expect this from DiNozzo, but you?"

" I...T-Tony...T-Tequila...Sorry B-Boss."

" Don't apologize, how many times? Now get your sorry asses in here before you catch pneumonia."

Both men stumbled inside, stumbling over words of thanks. Gibbs took the opportunity as they walked by him to deliver twin slaps to the back of their heads. Both men winced, before mumbling together.

" Thank you B-Boss..."

An hour later, both Tony and Tim sat on Gibbs' sofa, mugs of coffee in hand, showered and dry, dressed in old t-shirts and sweats (Tony had gone to make a comment about it being the only attired Gibbs worse, aside from suits, but stopped at the threat of being sent back to his wife). Somewhat more sober than before, and far more ashamed after a dressing down from the man, they wallowed in a silent pity together, eyes fixed on the blank TV before them. Their boss sat across the room, sipping his own coffee, watching over the brim.

" Abby's never going to forgive me."

" She's pregnant, she'll fluctuate into the phase of adoration for you."

" Really?'

" Yeah. Then she'll hate your guts for the next however long."

Tim's face fell, Gibbs finding it impossible not to smirk from behind his mug. Tony leant back, closing his eyes.

" I'm going to be in the doghouse for weeks. You know she threatened to buy a doghouse and put it in the garden? An actual doghouse, so when she decided she hates me, she has somewhere to send me. Crazy chick..."

" You married her, DiNozzo. And you've known her for how long? Can't say you weren't warned."

" Thanks for that little pep talk, Boss."

" Anytime."

" She'll be furious. She's not going to sleep with me for days. Possibly weeks. I can't deal with that. The longest I've ever gone is 11 days, weeks is not a possi-"

" Is that seriously all you think about?"

Tim gaped at his partner, almost laughing in his astonishment. Tony shrugged, leaning back.

" I'm drunk, McChastity, so yes, for the moment. I'll be a 'sorry little Italian Stallion' in the morning."

" Italian...Sta-"

" She calls me it. It's a pet name."

" And you mock me."

" Sounds better than Elf Lord, particularly in bed. Which is where it is confined to. So you shall never speak of it. Unless you want the entire office knowing Abby calls you Mc-"

" Alright, fine!"

" Besides, it's a manly name. Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone, Party at Kitty and Stud's. Suits the moment."

There was a silence following Tony's finishing comments, in which McGee closed his eyes and laid his head against the arm of the sofa, contemplating sleep. Tony glanced over at Gibbs, who had been watching the exchange silently.

" Thanks for this, Boss."

Gibbs simply tipped his head, draining the last of his coffee.

" Get some sleep. You've got an angry wife to face tomorrow, Black Beauty."

Tony snorted, ears going red at the comment, closing his eyes again as Gibbs left the room, flicking off the light switch behind him. The next time anyone asked him about his children, he'd make sure to bring up his sons.