A huge thanks to my betas 26hannah26 and Spun Trumak


He was in bed with a cluster of Bond Girls, each one promising to do anything he wanted. Anything he wanted! He had a whole list of stuff he wanted done to him. And he'd start with the blonde right over there.

Pounding suddenly sounded from his front door, and the girls started dispersing. "No, ladies, come back!" he called but his voice was drowned out by the pounding. It was becoming more constant, more annoying, and he just wanted it to stop.

Finally, a familiar voice shouted, "DiNozzo get up!"

Tony sat up suddenly, his eyes darting around the room, both zeroing in on a hulking shape standing over him. His hand reached for his gun, but the figure already scooped it up and flipped his bedside lamp on. Standing, where the silhouette stood, was Jethro Gibbs, holding Tony's gun just out of DiNozzo's reach.

"Were you looking for this?" Gibbs asked curiously setting the gun back on Tony's nightstand.

"What are you doing here?" DiNozzo questioned in a harsher voice than usual when he dealt with Gibbs.

"Get dressed and pack," Gibbs replied, ignoring his question and walking out of Tony's room.


Jethro turned, giving Tony a sharp look, and then continued down the hallway. With his eyebrows furrowed, DiNozzo scooped his phone off his nightstand. He checked the time, his eyes widening at the sight. Five-forty; it was five-forty in the morning; five-forty on his weekend off-a rarity for Gibbs' team. Why the hell was Jethro Gibbs waking Tony up at five-forty on his weekend off?

"Hurry up!" Gibbs called and DiNozzo scrambled out of bed.

"What am I packing for?" he called back.

"Do you want me to pack for you?"

Tony thought it over, but decided that would be the worst idea, and decided to just load up his backpack with a pair of jeans, his Ohio State sweatshirt, and a couple t-shirts. He wasn't sure what Gibbs had planned, or why he was planning it, but Tony had a feeling it wasn't going to be for long, and not to pack anything too nice.

Once he packed the remaining necessities, he threw on a pair of jeans, pulled a NCIS hoodie on over his t-shirt, and pulled on a pair of shoes before grabbing his phone and walking out of his bedroom.

He found Gibbs standing in the doorway, an impatient look on his face. Jethro turned on his heel at the sight of Tony, and walked out of the apartment without a backwards glance. The younger guy rushed after his boss, snatching his keys off the hook on his way out. He made sure to lock up before continuing after the older man.

Once they were outside, Tony was surprised to see a half asleep McGee sitting in the middle seat of Gibbs' truck. Okay, something was definitely up.

"Where are we going boss?" he asked, but Gibbs didn't respond. DiNozzo was reminiscent of a few weeks ago, when Abby had thrown a surprise party for him and McGee. It was to celebrate the fact that they were brothers.

Since they found out, a few things had changed between Tony and Tim. One, DiNozzo seemed to keep a closer eye on McGee and vise versa. Two, their banter wasn't like it used to be. And three, for some reason they were a little more awkward around each other. Tony just wished things would go back to normal, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Things changed the moment the DNA test came back positive.

"Hey," he said as he got into the truck, shoving his bag onto the floor.

"Hi," McGee greeted, the back of his head resting against the window. Crammed between his legs was his own NCIS backpack, probably packed similarly to Tony's. "Did Gibbs tell you where we are going?" Tim asked sitting up.

"He's not saying anything," Tony responded shrugging. Their conversation was cut off when Gibbs got into the truck, slamming his door.

"Buckle up," he said starting the truck. Tony did as he was asked noticing McGee's belt was still around his waist. Jethro put his truck into drive, checked to see if there was any traffic (ha), and then pulled away from the curb. Tony didn't know where they were going, but he really hoped his boss wasn't going to just drop them off and leave them to find their way home because that would suck.


It was a quiet ride. Next to him, Gibbs could hear DiNozzo and McGee softly snoring. He glanced over, noticing Tim's head resting against the back window while Tony's rested on the younger guy's shoulder. He knew that if Abby had been there, she would have snapped a photo. She had been popping up everywhere lately, snapping as many photos as she could of Tony and Tim.

She had shown a few of the pictures to Gibbs, commenting that they weren't acting like brothers. In fact, as she so eloquently put it, they acted more like brothers before they knew they were brothers. She had then asked Gibbs to fix them, make them act like the old Tony and Tim.

Gibbs wasn't a miracle worker, no matter what Abby thought, but he could at least try to find out the core of the problem; which is why he decided on the camping trip. It took some major persuasion, but he managed to convince Vance to give his entire team the weekend off; Friday through Sunday. It was rare for his team, and had their case load not been so light, he had a feeling even owing Vance wouldn't have gotten him these three days off.

Gibbs knew neither guy liked camping. Tony had grown up in a wealthy family, and the few times he actually went camping were when his mother was alive. Gibbs had a feeling he associated nature with his mother's passing. And Tim, though he was a Boy Scout, had so many allergies it was any wonder he could stand in a forest long enough to get through a crime scene, let alone an entire weekend.

But Jethro had rented a cabin, hoping to ease some of the discomfort his boys would feel. Of course, that didn't mean they weren't going to be doing the camping experience right. He had dropped off fishing equipment the night before, along with some other stuff, and had made sure the rooms were ready. He hoped the younger guys didn't mind sharing.

He didn't tell Abby any of this, of course. She would have made a huge deal out of it, and he didn't want that at all. It was better to let her stay in the dark until they returned than to have her call him every ten minutes, thanking him for doing this. He loved the girl like a daughter, but she could be very excitable sometimes. She was a ball of energy; a bit like DiNozzo.

Gibbs shook his head as he got on the highway. He was doing this for Abby, sure, but he knew deep down he was really doing this for Tony and Tim. The Goth had been right; they had been acting awkward around each other. Gibbs didn't think it would affect their jobs, but it was better to be safe than to lose two of his agents.


Abby knocked on Ziva's door. A persistent knock, one she wasn't going to give up on until the ex-Mossad officer answered the door. Abby knew the other woman was awake, it was past seven. Ziva was known to be up by five, out running by five-thirty, and back in time to get ready for work. She had become a creature of habit since coming to the states.

Of course, she didn't actually need to get ready for work today. Gibbs' entire team had taken the weekend off. Abby knew it was so Gibbs could fix McGee and Tony (though he never verbally told her), and as excited as she was for her silver fox to do just that, she knew she was going to be extremely bored without her Timmy and Tony. So, she managed to convince the night shift forensic scientist to work all weekend, and made plans to visit the spa.

"Come on Ziva!" Abby shouted through the door, continuing to knock. "I know you're up!"

"Abby?" a familiar voice said causing Abby to jump and whirl around. Ziva David was standing about a foot from Abby, wearing her jogging clothes, smelling of sweat, and panting slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"It's seven-twenty," Abby said checking her phone.

"Yes," Ziva responded nodding, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Usually you go running a lot earlier than that."

Ziva shot the Goth a questioning look before shrugging and saying, "I did not have to get up early; I slept in." Ziva moved past Abby, unlocked her apartment door, and walked inside.

"But… you… and…" opting to let it go-what was the point really-Abby just shook her head and said, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Yes?" Ziva poked her head out from her kitchen, a water bottle in her hand.

"Well, when Kate was alive…" Abby trailed off, suddenly not so sure she wanted to ask. This had been hers and Kate's thing. Would Ziva even want to go with Abby? And would she be tarnishing Kate's memory by asking Ziva to the spa? Would Kate be mad? Of course not, a small voice said in the back of Abby's mind.

"Yes?" the Israeli repeated giving Abby an expectant look.

"I was going to go to the spa and wanted to know if you wanted to come with," the Goth pressed on, pushing her insecurities aside.

"I don't know Abby," Ziva started ducking back into her kitchen.

"Oh please," Abby begged chasing after the shorter woman. "It'll only be for the weekend and seriously, what else did you have planned? Cleaning your knife collections?" Abby stopped, gasping. "Wait, you weren't going to be cleaning your knife collection, were you?"

"No. I thought about finishing my book, maybe doing some laundry," the ex-Mossad officer responded as she put her water bottle away and walked out of the kitchen.

"You can do laundry Sunday when we get back," Abby replied turning on her heel to continue her pursuit of the shorter woman. "And, I'm sure you can finish your book while we're at the hotel. Please." Abby was not above hanging off Ziva's arm and begging.


"I will never ask for anything ever again." Abby pouted, clasping her hands together. "Please."

Ziva sighed heavily but said, "Fine."

"Yay!" Abby exclaimed clapping her hands together. "Okay, so just pack for three days, or maybe more. I mean, usually you might want to pack for more just in case one of your outfits gets dirty."

"When are we leaving?" Ziva questioned talking over the taller woman.

"As soon as you are ready," Abby responded with a shrug. "The reservations are for ten and it takes a few hours to get to the spa."

"Let me take a shower, get packed, and then we can go."

"This is going to be so great," the Goth said following Ziva around her apartment. "I mean, we can get facials and pedicures and massages. Oh, and the mud baths are always amazing."

"Abby," Ziva snapped turning to face the Goth. They were standing outside Ziva's bathroom. "Go wait in the living room."

"I can do that."

"Thank you." And the shorter woman shut the door in Abby's face. The Goth walked back into the living room, sitting down on Ziva's couch. She remembered what Rachel had said, about her spending more time with her co-workers outside of work. She knew she'd never be as close to Ziva as she had been with Kate, but it was a step in the right direction.


Yes, this is the sequel to Thicker Than Water. I know this chapter is very introduction-y and I promise it'll get better as the story progresses. I have a lot of plans and am really excited. And for the first time I'm actually doing an A-story and a B-story. But despite the B-story, this story is going to mainly focus on Tony and Tim.

So, thanks for reading, drop a comment if you want, and I'll see you in chapter two.

See ya.