Warnings: Spoilers for "Saviors"

A/N: I haven't really addressed what is going on with Gibbs this season too much, probably because I haven't got a flipping clue as to what they're doing with him. All I know is he really is pissing me off lol. I've always preferred Tony/McGee over Tony/Gibbs so it isn't bothering to the point of angry rants like I've seen on the Internet, but it's blatantly obvious that Gibbs' is angry about something.

"Divide"

Gibbs heard the front door open and close. Expecting to see Dr. Taft he was surprised to see Tony, the baby fast asleep in his snuggle pack. "Where's your wife?" he asked, the question harsh and cold.

Tony frowned at him, his green eyes searching for the man he'd grown to know over the years. "She was meeting with her department head about when she goes back to work next semester. Jack and I are heading over to Steve's for the Ohio State game."

"Are you checking up on me, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, shifting the ice pack on his knee. "Because I'm fine. I don't need a baby-sitter."

"I spoke to Dr. Taft," Tony stated, softly. He kept his distance from the team leader. "He didn't seem to share the same opinion."

Of course Tony spoke to Taft. Gibbs looked away and refused to acknowledge that statement. He didn't need Tony or anyone else from his team butting in—he needed them to do their jobs, and only their jobs. "Figured you'd be spending every minute off that Vance gave us with your wife. You did just spend forty-eight hours in Sudan with your ex-girlfriend."

Tony had come to expect Gibbs' harshness the last few months, going along with it was becoming second nature to the team, so he went along with it now just like he'd been doing for the last six months. "Leah and I talked about Jeanne when I got back. Everything is fine. She knows about what happened and that I'm at peace now and can move forward. We, um... we were hoping that you'd watch Jack for us next weekend so we could go away."

"Could have asked me over the phone—and yes, I don't mind watching him."

"Great... thanks...thanks, boss."

Gibbs narrowed his eyes and watched as Tony retreated a little bit towards the door. "Do you have a problem with me watching Jack, DiNozzo? Leah the one that asked you to have me do it?"

Tony shook his head again and placed a hand on his son's back. "No! Boss, I trust you with my life! I have... there's no problem with you watching Jack. I'm just... I'm just worried about your health, Gibbs. I mean... you collapsed."

"And I'm fine. Just some scar tissue," Gibbs said with a wave of his hand.

Scar tissue my ass, Tony thought, sadly. He was convinced, as was Taft, that Gibbs had some kind of panic attack thinking about that mission in the Sudan. Tony was just grateful that the panic attack had happened before the plane had left for the Middle East. "You know you can always talk to me, boss."

Gibbs face softened just a bit and he looked away. "Nothing to talk about," he lied. Glancing at the clock, he sighed, "You should get going. Game is going to start soon. Don't want you and Jack to miss any of the action."

Tony could feel the divide growing between them. What the hell had he done? Feeling defeated, he turned to go. "Yeah. Jack might not care so much but I do like to be there before kick-off. He boss, thanks... for taking care of him next weekend. Leah and I... we both need the time away."

He got nothing but a grunt of a reply. Tony said his good-byes and quietly left the boss' house, mumbling to Jack, "Uncle Tim is right... Gibbs is getting worse."

Leah had the electric fireplace going when Tony and Jack got home that night. Sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and a good book she smiled at her boys when they entered the living room. "Did you have fun at Steve's?"

Tony put the carrier down and grinned. "The ladies' man here sure did—I think he was held by every woman at the party."

"Well, is it okay if I have my turn with him?" Leah asked, closing her book and putting it down. She placed her cup of tea on the coffee table. "I haven't seen him all day!"

"You know something, at the end of the game, I think he was looking at those women wondering where his mommy was," Tony said, easing Jack out of his coat and hat and then the carrier. He brought the baby to Leah and gently rested him in her arms.

Jack opened his eyes and looked at his mother before sighing and going back to sleep. Leah laughed, softly, "I guess he wasn't looking that hard for me."

Tony took his jacket off and tossed it on the nearby easy chair. "How did your meeting with the department head go?"

Leah heard the stiffness in his voice. She looked up from her sleeping baby and at her husband's weary face. "Fine. I'm all set to return in the spring. Is... is everything okay, Tony?"

"Gibbs said he'd watch Jack next weekend."

"You don't sound happy about that."

Tony shrugged his shoulders. "He still isn't happy with me. I don't get it. All he ever wanted was for me to do my job and do it well. I thought I'd done that the last six months."

Leah felt her heart breaking for him. Seeing the relationship that Tony and Gibbs had become distant was obviously weighing heavily on her husband. He took everything to heart. He blamed himself even when he did not deserve the blame. "Honey, he went through a lot and there's a lot for him to sort out. It will get better. Maybe spending a whole weekend with Jack will help him heal a little bit."

He slid along the sofa and wrapped his arm around his wife, pulling both her and the baby close to him. Tony kissed the top of her head. "I hope so, bella," he whispered, "I see him unraveling, worse than when he lost his memory ten years ago... and he won't talk to any of us. Not me or Tim or even Ducky. I'm not even sure he's spoken much to Vance about it... or Fornell... it's like he doesn't even realize that people care about him."

She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. Jack yawned and stretched in her arms. "Would you talk to me if it happened to you?"

"I would hope I would," Tony confessed.

"But you don't know what it's like until it happens to you," Leah said, sadly. "By the way, that's not given you clearance to get shot and nearly die okay?"

Tony laughed and kissed the top of her head again. "Got it," he said, because he truly had no plans of getting shot and dying on her. He had too much to live for now.