A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one, you guys! A huge huge thank you to everyone who's been reviewing. I'm pretty positive that I have the best reviewers in the world. When I started this fic, I never imagined that I'd get such an amazing response, and as a thank you, here's a cute silly little chapter for you guys. A huge thank you to Kelley for all her help, she's been amazing. Please don't forget to review after you read... I'm confident we can make it to 200 reviews ;)

**February 17th—1945 Hours Gibbs' House**

Tony couldn't help but grin from his place on the couch as he popped another cheeto into his mouth, watching his lover carry yet another of his boxes into the house. "You gonna leave 'em sittin' right there?"

Setting the box down on the ground, Gibbs took a deep breath and turned towards the younger man. "Don't see you helpin'."

"What are you talkin' about?" Tony asked defensively, licking the orange cheese off his fingers. "I carried all my pillows and inside and I put the extra sheets and stuff in the closet upstairs!"

"Pillows… and sheets. Right."

"Yeah, pillows and sheets," he smirked, resting his hand on his clearly pregnant belly. "My back's already sore. You wouldn't want me liftin' those heavy boxes."

He had a point there, Gibbs conceded with a sigh as he started for the door again, stopping when he felt Tony's hand brush his.

"Take a break?"

"Only have three more boxes to bring in," Gibbs responded, shaking his head as he leaned down to drop a kiss to Tony's forehead.

"They can wait. C'mon, you've been movin' stuff all day."

"Tony…"

"Please? C'mon, you need a break. We'll get somethin' to eat—" Gibbs snorted at that, but Tony continued, "and then maybe I can take you upstairs and have my wicked way with you."

"Tempting."

"Then say yes, huh?" Offering the older man a broad grin, he held a hand out, please when Gibbs accepted it and pulled him up off the couch. In one fluid motion, Tony was on his feet and pressing himself against his lover, his grin broadening when Gibbs' hand found his stomach, resting it there gently. "So… dinner?"

A loud laugh escaped from Gibbs as he shook his head. "You're insatiable."

"In more ways than one," Tony reminded him with a playful wink. "Now c'mon. The faster we feed your kid, the faster I can take care of some other… pressing matters."

Shaking his head, Gibbs allowed the younger man to pull him into the kitchen before he guided him to a chair. "What are you hungry for?"

"You."

"Dessert," Tony promised. "But real food first. I'm starving."

"You just ate a whole bag of cheetos."

"Yeah, but I don't even like cheetos," he said with a shrug as if that ended the conversation. "How about pizza?"

"Last time you ate pizza, you were up all night with heartburn."

"I think that probably had more to do with the hot sauce I dipped it in. C'mon, baby wants pizza."

"You know, four more months and you're not gonna be able to blame your disgusting eating habits on the baby anymore," Gibbs reminded him, though he was still grinning.

"Which is why I have to take full advantage now," Tony replied smugly, his hand resting on his belly again.

"Alright. Pizza it is then. I'm gonna go take a quick shower."

"Don't have too much fun without me," the Italian grinned, turning to grab the pizza place menu from the drawer beside the phone.

Rolling his eyes, Gibbs pushed himself up from the chair he'd been forced into and pressed a kiss to the younger man's lips before he headed up the stairs, hoping that the hot water would alleviate the dull ache in his back.

**2100 Hours**

Tony burped loudly as he finished off the last piece of pizza, not missing the playful eye roll his lover threw his way. "It's not nice to make fun of the pregnant man, you know," he teased, faking a frown.

"I wasn't makin' fun," Gibbs assured him, picking up their plates and heading for the kitchen before he called over his shoulder. "Did you enjoy the pizza?"

"Very much," he grinned, resting a hand against his full belly. "I think it's time for me to take care of you for awhile though."

Shaking his head, the older man returned to his lover's side and dropped a kiss to his lips. "What did you have in mind?"

"A massage," Tony decided. "I know your back has to hurt from carryin' those boxes all day."

"I'm fine," the older man grunted dismissively, but he didn't protest when Tony pushed himself up and then pulled him to his feet.

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, old man. Let me work some magic on those muscles."

"Old man? You're one to talk. How old are you gonna be this year? Th—"

Tony silenced him with a hand over his mouth. "That's not important. And I didn't mean old. I meant… older?"

"Uh huh. Might as well stop while you're behind," he teased.

"Good advice," Tony grinned. "C'mon. Off to bed with you."

Gibbs grumbled good naturedly as Tony pulled him towards the stairs. While the shower had helped with his sore muscles, he had to admit that his back still ached. The massage would certainly be welcome.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Tony ushered Gibbs inside, offering him a grin. "Shirt off. Face down on the bed. I'll be right back."

"Where you goin'?"

"To change into something more comfortable. Pants are a little tight," he said sheepishly.

Gibbs couldn't help but smirk at that. "Wouldn't have anything to do with that whole pizza you've got in there, now would it?" He teased, pressing a kiss to the younger man's lips.

"Not at all. It's your kid's fault."

"Uh huh. Blame the baby."

Rolling his eyes at his lover, Tony gave him a gentle shove in the direction of the bed before he grabbed a pair of sweats for himself and headed into the bathroom to change.

He returned a minute later, grinning when he found Gibbs sprawled out on the bed, shirt tossed haphazardly to the floor.

"Mmm… now that's a sight I love," he smirked, making his way over to the bed. "Ready for that amazing massage?"

"Mmhmm," Gibbs replied, releasing a content sigh when he felt Tony's weight settle on the bed beside him.

"Good. Just lay there and enjoy then." Without another word, he leaned over, grabbing the bottle of massage oil they kept in the night stand before moving to straddle his older lover's hips. "You tell me if I'm gettin' too heavy."

"Getting?"

Swatting Gibbs' bottom playfully, Tony rolled his eyes before he squirted a bit of the oil into his hands. "Ready?"

"Uh huh." Closing his eyes, Gibbs released a quiet sigh, willing himself to relax and enjoy the massage his younger lover was offering. A quiet moan escaped him a second later when he felt Tony's large hands kneading the knots in his shoulders. "Oh God that feels good."

Behind him, Tony couldn't help but grin as he shifted just slightly against Gibbs, unintentionally rubbing himself against the older man. It was all he could do to stifle his own moan as he began to harden.

Shifting again, he couldn't hold back the moan that rose in his throat and he blushed slightly when Gibbs glanced over his shoulder at him.

"Lackin' some self control, are we?" He teased, reaching back to squeeze his partner's thigh.

"I don't…" he trailed off, swallowing hard. "I don't know what you're talkin' about."

"Uh huh. That sure ain't your knee, DiNozzo."

The Italian said nothing as he moved his hands a little lower on his lover's back, biting back a quiet whimper when he felt Gibbs move beneath him, effectively rubbing himself against Tony's raging erection. "You… you sit still," he ordered, his throat constricting almost painfully.

It was all Gibbs could do to keep from laughing. While he'd been seemingly uninterested in sex for the majority of the last couple of months, he'd been nearly insatiable in the last week or so. The slightest touch turned him on.

Gibbs could feel Tony's hands gripping his bare back as he continued to rub himself against the older man, quiet whimpers and moans escaping him despite his best attempts at hiding them.

Lowering his face to his arms, Gibbs laughed quietly at the sensation before he moved quickly, flipping them over carefully. "Gonna let me have some fun too?" He smirked.

"I…" Tony swallowed hard, lifting his hips slightly to rub himself against his partner again. "God, I need you so bad."

"Why didn't you just say so?" He growled, leaning down to capture his lips roughly. He could feel Tony's hands against the waistband of his pants, tugging desperately at the fabric.

"Need you," he urged, his voice muffled by Gibbs' lips.

"Workin' on it."

"Work faster."

Another quiet laugh escaped Gibbs as he lifted himself up, allowing Tony to push his pants down past his hips roughly. "Easy," he laughed.

"Now!" He growled, arching his back slightly when Gibbs lowered his lips to his neck. "Oh… oh, that's nice." He could feel Gibbs' hard cock pressing against his growing belly as those skilled hands moved down, pushing the sweatpants down off of his hips, leaving them both naked.

"You ready?" Gibbs asked, leaning down to nip at his neck gently as he reached over into the night stand, searching for the bottle of lube.

The only response he received was a strangled cry as he lifted himself against Gibbs again.

The older man said no more as he pulled away long enough to coat his hands with plenty of lube, and it was all Tony could do to keep from crying at the loss of contact. "Jethro…"

"Easy," he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock to coat it before he lowered himself to his lover once more, this time pressing himself against Tony's ass.

The younger man cried out in relief when he finally felt Gibbs inside of him, a content sigh escaping him. "Finally," he moaned, lifting his hips.

Gibbs started out slow, taking his time as he teased his lover, but he didn't last long before he felt the same urgent need beginning to build in the pit of his stomach. Lowering his lips to Tony's neck, he nipped and sucked at the tender flesh there, grinning when he heard the gasps and moans coming faster and louder.

"Oh God," Tony cried, lifting himself to meet each and every one of Gibbs' movements. "Oh God… so… so close!"

"Almost there," Gibbs grunted. "Wait for me."

"No! Oh God! I… I can't!"

Reaching between them, he gripped Tony's cock in his hand, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic with each passing moment. "You ready?"

He couldn't form a coherent thought as Gibbs released his grip, and a second later, he felt himself coming, coating their chests and bellies.

Inside him, Gibbs tensed noticeably just seconds before he fell over the edge, coming violently inside of his lover. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on top of Tony, but he changed his mind at the last second and rolled off, groaning at the loss of contact as he pulled out.

Glancing over at the younger man, he gave a sleepy smile as he reached for his hand, linking their fingers. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing as they both struggled to recover.

After a moment, Gibbs pushed himself up, groaning quietly as his back popped before he headed into the bathroom, returning a second later with a damp cloth. Sinking back down onto the edge of the bed, he leaned over, cleaning off Tony's chest gently, careful that he didn't pull at the dark hair covering the sculpted muscles.

"Y'didn't have to do that," Tony mumbled, his eyes only partially open as he watched the older man intently. "I coulda done it."

"You wouldn't have been able to get it off if you'd waited any longer," he teased, cleaning his lover carefully before he wiped himself down and tossed the soiled cloth in the direction of the bathroom. Standing, he moved around to the other side of the bed before he slipped between the warm blankets and pulled Tony close, burying his face against the back of the younger man's neck as they both slipped into a deep sleep.

**February 18th—1145 Hours NCIS Squadroom**

Popping the last remaining bite of his doughnut into his mouth, Tony leaned back in his chair, releasing a content sigh. "And that right there makes this job worth it."

Across the room, Ziva cocked an eyebrow at her partner, confusion mingling with disgust as she regarded him carefully. "What does?"

"Free doughnuts! All I have to do is flash my badge and—"

"I'm pretty sure that could fall under an abuse of power," McGee muttered.

"You're just mad because the girls at the doughnut shop only give you the powered kind."

McGee rolled his eyes as Gibbs stepped off the elevator, a cup of coffee in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Ready to go?" He asked Tony, setting the bottle down in front of him.

"Almost. Just waitin' for Abby. She said she was gonna come—"

"Tony!" The Goth squealed, stomping out of the stairwell, panting slightly. "I'm so glad I caught you! I had to finish my report and then Jimmy came down with some samples that I had to start and then the elevator was—"

Tony laughed, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently. "Relax. I wasn't gonna leave 'til you got here."

"Oh!" Taking a deep breath, she offered him a smile. Rounding his desk, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Are you gonna find out what you're having today?" She asked hopefully.

"Nope. Told you we wanted to be surprised," Gibbs responded.

"Yeah, but I was really hoping you'd changed your mind," she responded, a slight pout on her dark lips. "Oh well. I still get pictures, right?"

"Of course. And we'll get a late lunch when we get back."

"Good," she grinned, pecking his cheek again. "I won't keep you any longer. Make sure you come see me as soon as you're back, okay?"

"You got it," Tony grinned, pushing himself from his chair carefully. "And you should—oh!"

Gibbs was immediately at Tony's side at the sound of the surprised gasp, a frown forming on his face. "Tony? You okay?"

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell his partner that he was fine, but as he opened his mouth, he felt it again and it was all he could do to keep from hyperventilating. "It… it moved."

There was a flurry of activity around him as Abby and Ziva both scrambled to feel and in the back of his mind, he knew this was supposed to be an exciting occasion. It had been something that he was looking forward to, in fact, but now that it happened, all he could picture was the chest bursting scene from Alien and it took every bit of his willpower to keep from revisiting the doughnut he'd just eaten.

At his side, Gibbs couldn't help but grin, a sense of relief washing over him. Though he hadn't shared his concern with his lover, the fact that the baby hadn't moved before now had started to worry him. He could remember the gentle flutters starting much sooner with Shannon.

Swallowing hard, Tony forced a smile as he batted Abby and Ziva's hands away, reminding them that he would be late for his appointment if they didn't leave now, and grudgingly, the two women let him go.

Leading his agent to the elevator, Gibbs waited until they were both inside before he turned to Tony, nudging him gently. "You okay?"

"Oh yeah," he responded, that forced smile still in place. "Just uh… you know, wasn't expecting it, I guess."

"It's normal."

"Huh?"

"The baby movin'. I know it's a shock the first time it happens, but it's normal."

"Yeah, I… I know," Tony responded, nodding dumbly, fighting back the urge to vomit again when it moved again. "Oh God."

Reaching out, Gibbs flipped the emergency switch and pulled Tony into his arms, a dark frown forming on his face when he noticed he was trembling. "Hey, what's goin 'on?"

"I don't like it when it does that," he managed, closing his eyes as he tried to relax against his partner.

It was all Gibbs could do to stifle his laughter at that. "Unfortunately, there's not much you can do about it," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to Tony's hair. "And it's probably gonna get worse between now and the birth."

A loud groan escaped Tony at that as he pulled away, scowling at his lover. "Thanks Jet. Really. Just what I needed to hear."

"You'll get used to it."

"Yeah," Tony sighed, frowning as Gibbs set the elevator into motion. "I doubt that."

**1230 Hours—Doctor Andrews' Office**

Shifting slightly against the table, Tony released a loud huff of indignation. "What's the point in makin' me come back just to sit and wait for forty forevers?" He asked irritably, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of their baby moving inside him. "I would have preferred to have just waited in the waiting room. At least it's not fucking freezing out there."

"Language," Gibbs reminded him. "And quit bein' so grouchy."

"Listen, don't talk to me about grouchy, okay? I'm layin' on a hard ass table, I've gotta pee and I'm hungry so I think that entitles me to feel a little annoyed." Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"I know," Gibbs responded, leaning up to press a kiss to his lover's lips. "But try not to take it out on her when she comes in, huh? Not everyone's as used to your bad attitudes like I am," he teased, earning himself a snort.

"Yeah. You're the one who tries to murder people with a single look if you're coffee isn't just right, but I'm the one with bad attitudes."

"Yeah, but right now, we aren't talking about me."

Opening his mouth to respond, Tony stopped short when the door opened and Doctor Andrews stepped into the room, offering the pair a bright smile.

"Sorry for the wait. How ya doin', Tony?"

"I've been better," the agent grumbled.

"Oh?" The doctor asked, a slight frown on her face as she moved the ultrasound machine closer to the exam table. "What's the problem?"

"He felt the baby move for the first time today," Gibbs explained, not missing the irritated look his lover shot his way.

"Congratulations!" She smiled, patting Tony on the knee gently. "You must be so excited."

He wanted to be able to say that he was, but he couldn't push away the sick feeling he got every time the baby moved inside of him. He'd been so excited about the appointment, ready to see the baby that was as much a part of him as it was Gibbs, but he couldn't bring himself to be happy about it since the movement started.

"Yeah," he snorted. "Thrilled. Is it supposed to feel so weird?"

"Weird how?" She asked.

"I don't know… just… weird. It just… doesn't feel normal."

"I know it can be strange and overwhelming at first, but trust me, it's all normal and part of the process."

"Well, I don't like it," he sighed, eyeing the doctor warily.

"You'll be just fine," she assured him, offering another slight smile. "You ready to see the little one?"

It was on the tip of Tony's tongue to tell her no, he did not want to see the baby, but one look in Gibbs' direction and he settled for a curt nod instead.

"Good. You know the drill. Pants down, shirt up. We still don't wanna know the sex, right?"

"Right. We want it to be a surprise."

"Alright then. We'll just have a quick look and make sure things are progressing on schedule," she smiled, setting the machine up while Tony tugged his shirt up, exposing his swollen stomach. "You ready?"

"I guess," he muttered, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. He hissed a moment later when she squirted the cold gel onto his exposed skin and it was all he could do to suppress his glare.

Barely suppressing a smile, Doctor Andrews lowered the ultrasound wand, her eyes going to the small screen. "And… here we are."

Reaching for his younger agent's hand, Gibbs squeezed gently, his eyes never leaving the screen as he stared at their baby. "Tony… look."

Swallowing hard, the Italian turned his head, his throat tightening. "Every… everything's okay?"

"Oh yeah. Everything looks great so far," she assured him, offering him a bright smile. "I'll print out a couple of pictures for you and then we'll do a quick exam, okay?"

"Y… yeah." Accepting the paper towel from her, Tony wiped it over his stomach, his hand lingering briefly as the baby kicked again. Despite what Gibbs and Doctor Andrews said, he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to that particular sensation.

"I'll print these out and be right back."

Gibbs and Tony watched as Doctor Andrews hurried back out of the room, trailing the machine behind her as she left them alone. Sinking back down into the chair beside the table, Gibbs couldn't help but grin at his younger lover. "You okay now?"

"No," he responded stubbornly. "Still feels weird."

"But at least you know everything's goin' good, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed.

Stifling a laugh, Gibbs leaned forward, kissing his partner again. "Quit poutin'. When she finishes up here, I'll take you to get some ice cream before we go back to work. That'll cheer you up, right?"

"Only if I can have chocolate with strawberry sauce."

"Chocolate with strawberry sauce it is, seeing as you've been such a good boy at the doctor today," Gibbs teased, laughing out loud when Tony shot him another glare.

"Not funny, Gibbs. So not funny."