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A/N: And so we come to the end of this story, as I've decided that the plot-bunny attack I suffered deserves to be its own story and not just an add-on to this one. Keep a weather eye out for it in the future (but I've no clue how long it might take – I've got a string of stories that are yammering for my attention right now).


When it Rains

December 19, 2009

The last of the visitors had finally gone home. Isabel was sleeping peacefully in her room, in the crib that Gibbs had made for her (along with a changing table, a rocking chair, and a large dresser). Tony sighed happily as he looked around his newly-remodeled home. The floors were still polished hardwood, with scattered rugs here and there, but it was far larger than it had been previously.

Larger, yes, but… fuller, if that made sense.

He shook off the thought and moved to give Jimmy a hand in cleaning up their – their! – dining room. The table had been Ducky's housewarming gift. Eunice, Jimmy's mom, had provided the antique china cabinet along the wall to the kitchen, and Jimmy's collection of Ansel Adams reprints were framed and hung serenely on the other three walls, interspersed with wall sconces that sported stained-glass shades.

With the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, the last of the leftovers secured in the refrigerator, Tony and Jimmy retired to the living room, letting the soft sounds of Coltrane wash over them. "I hope they don't expect us to host Christmas, too," Jimmy mumbled, leaning into Tony.

"Nah," Tony replied. "Ducky said we'd have Christmas at his place this year, provided a case doesn't interfere."

"That's," Jimmy yawned, "good. Don't think I have it in me to do another one of these so soon anyway."

"I agree. Abby said she'd be by tomorrow evening, though. Gonna take the munchkin off our hands for a while."

"Mmm-hmm," Jimmy was barely awake. "Wanna go see a new release? Or head over to The Classic?"

Tony shrugged, "Ask me again tomorrow."

"Mmm-hmm," Jimmy replied.

While Jimmy fell asleep in Tony's arms, Tony couldn't help but marvel at his change in circumstances. Just one short month ago, he'd been single, filling far too many lonely hours with work or movies. Now, though… Now he had a beautiful little girl to dote on, a penthouse that, though not as lavish as some he'd see, was certainly nothing to sneeze at, friends who would gladly die for him, and someone to come home to who truly understood him.

He was pretty sure things couldn't get better.

Finite Incantatem


A/N2: Like I said in the A/N above, the idea I had is going to be a sequel to this tale, but I have no idea when I'll get to posting it. Hopefully, my other WIPs can be finished off soon, but I have another Tony-centric story in mind for NCIS that's currently getting the majority of my attention (it has absolutely nothing to do with this 'verse). Thanks for everyone's comments and I hope to hear from y'all again in my other stories!