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After the stress of Michele being at his place again, Tony called the realtor to ask about checking on renting the house until they could officially buy it.

The woman was stunned and stuttered after he asked. She really did not understand why this group wanted this house. She was very baffled by the group. She saw two older men, a man in his late thirties early forties, two men in their mid twenties if they were lucky, a girl who looked like she should still be in high school and a woman who looked like she belonged on some catwalk in Milan or somewhere. They appeared to be a family but the dynamic was all wrong. Everyone was too…she couldn't put her finger on it but they way they interacted was as if they were all intimate but where brothers and sister. Except for the British one, he was the weird grandfather. The whole group gave her the creeps. When she started the paper work for the purchase, one of the younger men was there to handle it. He signed the paper work as Thom E Gemcity, treasure of Mesimeriano Safe corp. She just looked at him and the young man just stared back as if he lied on paper all the time. She knew his name was Tim because the tall one had yelled at him for scuffing one of his shoes at the first house she had shown the group.

When she asked if this would hold in court if it needed, the young man smiled and said, "Oh yeah it's all in order, there won't be any problems." After he left, she goggled the name and came up with the site for a famous author of crime novels featuring a LJ. Tibbs. Well at least the young man had an established persona.

Now they wanted to rent the house, the realtor called the owners and put forth the request, and was just as surprised when they agreed to let the group move in early. The rent the offered was well below what they could have gotten for such a house but she just relayed the message on to the one called Tony.

Tony closed the cell that belonged to the burn number and looked at Jethro, "Guess we're moving in together."

Gibbs nodded and pulled his cell out of his pocket he called Abby and told her to meet them at Tony's apartment and that he was calling everyone else.

As it turned out the only one who could make it right now was Abby. Ziva was at some cinema class that she had started taking to get a better understanding of American cloquliasm, Jimmy was auditing a med school class hoping to challenge it, and Tim had a meeting with his editor. They said they would all be over later. Ducky wasn't able to get away because the nurse who usually sat with mother was ill and they were having trouble finding anyone at the agency willing to deal with the eccentric octogenarian

When Abby showed up it was with pizzas, beer, café-pow, and vodka. "It sounded like it was going to be a party." She explained.

"Well Abby, it's a party of three actually." Tony said.

"Ah what everyone else bail, no one bails on bossman."

"Abby." Gibbs said half grouching, "They have lives besides work."

"I know Gibbs," Abby said half hurt "they just don't usually say no to you."

"They didn't say no they just said it would be a couple hours."

"So what's up bossman?" Abby asked pulling a slice out of the first box. Tony grabbed the second and took a huge slice of his own.

"Ziva wondered if we could rent the house before we actually bought the house, the realtor called and asked and the owners said it would be ok." Tony said around his bite of pizza.

"Tony that is gross you know."

Emptying his mouth, he said, "But you love me anyways."

"Well most days, yeah." Abby sat on Tony's lap straddling him.

"So when do we get to move in together?" Tony saw the look on Jethro's face. It was of quiet rage. He knew this was going to be hard especial with Abby. Jethro was the jealous type, but he kept everything so locked up no one ever knew it.

"About a week." Jethro said.

Tony felt Abby stiffen at the sound of Gibbs's voice, she looked at Tony's face and asked her question without words, Tony saw Jethro turn and walk away to the kitchen. "I think he's jealous Abbs." Tony whispered. "We uh I…"

Abby nodded. she suddenly got it.

"I wish this didn't hurt him or that I could only drink from one."

"Well what if you did?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you only drank from Gibbs and we gave to him."

"Your all different blood types, that won't work Abby." Tony whispered again.

"We could separate out the platelets and do that."

"No Abby, I just have to get over it." Gibbs said from the door.

"But then you would be ok with this?" Abby said waving a hand in the space between her and Tony's chests.

"Abby, I think it would always bug me to see someone anyone sitting on his lap."

"But you." Abby said jokingly.

"Can't see myself that way Abby." Jethro said but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips, "Though if I get past the green you do look rather good there."

"You'd look just as good." Tony said.

"Tony, how much did Ziva give you this morning?" Abby asked getting a little worried there were lines of pain around his eyes and she was catching his hungry sent every once in a while.

"I'm fine Abbs." Tony assured her.

Jethro stepped closer and looked at his vampire lover, "Tony." He growled.

"What?" Tony said with a completely innocent look on his face.

"We've talked about that word."

"Oh for Christ sakes Jethro it's just a word."

"A word you use when you think people don't know you are actually in pain. How bad is the headache?"

"Mellow." tony answered honestly. Jethro was already angry about Abby sitting on his lap he didn't want to add to it.

"Why do you do this Tony?" Jethro asked pain in his voice. "I think you should talk to the Michele guy when he calls. Actually talk to him even if you are different you have got to get this worked out Anthony."

Tony cringed when Jethro used his full name he knew he only did it when he was really angry or upset and right now, it was both.