Five years later
Tony looked out over their friends and family gathered in the living room of their new house and smiled. Everyone had come out to welcome the newest member of the DiNozzo-McGee family. About a year after Tony went back to work, they finally had that talk about kids and Tony agreed to look into surrogacy. A year later, they had brought home Caitlin Marie DiNozzo-McGee. Biologically Tim's, she had quickly become the center of both men's lives. Then, when Caitlin had turned two, Tony had brought the subject up again.
A second child required more thought than the first. Their townhouse didn't really have the space they would need for another baby, so they had begun house hunting. Tony had fallen in love with the small suburban town, so they limited their search to Silver Springs, and finally found a house with everything they both could ever want. There was a fenced in yard for Jethro, with a swing set. There was a finished basement with a family room where they could all go to watch movies or play with the kids. Down there, there was also a room for Tony's exercise equipment. Since getting pneumonia, he had a harder time with his breathing when he ran in cold weather, so they had set up a gym for him, complete with a treadmill. There was a study for Tim, a huge kitchen, and four bedrooms. All situated on a quiet cul-de-sac near the same park they had always gone to before.
The surrogate had already been five months pregnant—with Tony's child this time—when they found the house. It had taken some time and effort to get everything moved and the nursery set up in the few months leading up to the birth, but in the end, it had been worth all the hard work. Now, there was room for all of their friends and family to gather together in their new living room, and they were all there: Katie, Tim's parent, Sarah, Gibbs, Abby, Ziva, Ducky and Palmer.
He thought back to five years ago, when he'd been banished to the USS Seahawk. He had felt so lost and alone then, like he had no one left who cared if he lived or died. But he wasn't lost or alone anymore. He'd found Tim, and soon there after, he had finally found his home.
"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Michael Leroy DiNozzo-McGee," Tony said as he held their son up for everyone to see. He turned to his son and said, "Mikey, this is your family. Welcome home, little man."
A/N: Well, that's all folks. Just for the record, I'm currently working on a new Gibbs/Tony fic, so keep an eye out in the weeks to come. I also wanted to take the opportunity to thank all of you who have faithfully reviewed. It really does help keep the muse working diligently. I hope you enjoyed the story! Jules