Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I know I should be working on "Crossing of Paths" but this would not leave my head. I couldn't even work on my homework till I got this out on paper... so to speak :) Hope you like!

I love that fact, that with fan fiction, you can do pretty much whatever you want! This story is an AU with Tim and Tony as little kids. The time line is all over the place, as you'll find out while you read. Never thought I'd write something like this but here it is!

Gibbs stood in the living room of a run down two-story house. Almost all the furniture had been turned over and the lighting fixtures broken. There was no doubt that the man lying on his stomach, in the the room, was dead. Blood had spattered everything it could land on.

"I for one, am glad to be handing this over to you Gibbs." Agent Tobias Fornell said as he sipped his coffee.

Gibbs glared at him for a moment then asked, "What are you even doing here in the first place Tobias?"

"There have been a lot of gang shootings in the neighborhood, that the Bureau thinks might not be just 'normal gang shootings'." He replied rolling his eyes.

"Great, thanks." Gibbs said sarcastically.

"Your welcome. You need anything," Fornell paused waiting for Gibbs to look at him, "don't call."

"Funny. Get out of here. Leave my crime seen alone."

"Yes Sir Agent Gibbs Sir." Fornell gave a mock salute and practically ran from the house, telling his agents to pack it up.

"Well Probie, what do we got?" Agent Mike Franks said as he walked in, watching Fornell run out. "Whoa. That is one dead Marine." Franks said as he got his first look at the scene.

"Yep. It is." Gibbs distractedly said as he looked up the steps.

"Burley! Start taking photo's, then bag 'n' tag!" Franks hollered.

"You don't have to yell Franks, I'm right behind you." Agent Stan Burley smirked as he walked around into the living room.

"Don't get snotty with me kid. Where's Ducky?"

"Right here Michael." Doctor Donald Mallard announced as he and Jimmy Palmer came into the house.

"Don't call me Michael, Donald." Franks scowled. Meanwhile Gibbs had started to creep up the steps. "Where you going Probie? FBI already checked up there."

"Yeah, cause I'm going to take their word for it that they did a thorough search." Gibbs replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, you go up stairs. I'll do a walk through down here." Franks grumbled as he walked towards the dinning room.

As Gibbs got to the top of the steps he saw there were only two rooms and they were on the left side. The first was a bathroom. While there was not many items it was definitely a bachelors disaster. Clothes, towels, toothpaste, shaver, anything and everything was scattered thorough out the room. Gibbs pulled the curtain back and looked into the bath tube. He immediately closed his eyes. 'Oh goodness, I'm going to have nightmares for ever now'. Gibbs thought as he quickly checked the linen closet and left the bathroom.

The last room looked to be a master bedroom. 'Definitely a bachelors room', Gibbs thought again to himself as he saw this room was even worse than the bathroom. He debated whether it was even necessary to go in, not wanting to even walk on the floor. But then he heard a slight sound of movement. He wouldn't have even heard it, but he was standing still deciding whether to go in. Now he knew he needed too.

Slowly he pulled his gun out as he crept into the room, looking around the dresser to his right first, then around the bed. Cautiously he leaned down and looked under the bed. Nothing but dirty cloths and a smell he never wanted to smell again. Gibbs was thinking he had just imagined the noise when it came again. This time he knew he had heard it, and the last place was the closet. Slowly taking a deep breath he yanked the closet door open, gun out in front of him. Nothing but dirty cloths again. Gibbs was seriously starting to think he was hearing things, as he lowered his gun, when a very slight movement caught his eye. His gun came up again and he turned to look closer into the left bottom corner of the closet.

Gibbs stood in shock for a moment then lowered his gun as he sank to rest on his heels. Two terrified blue/green eyes stared unblinkingly at him in the darkened corner, as he stared back. The little boy was cowered as far back and sideways into the corner as he could get. He sat cuddled with something in his lap that was covered with a blanket. As slowly as he could, Gibbs put his gun back in his holster with one hand, while the other he left out to his side. He didn't want to scare the boy anymore than he obviously was.

"Hey Buddy." Gibbs said softly. "My name's Gibbs. What's your name?" The child didn't answer, he just tightened his hold on what was in his lap. "I'm a Federal Agent with NCIS. Do you know what that is?" The boy continued to stare at him. "It stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service. We help people that are in the Navy and the Marines." As Gibbs was explaining he gently pulled out his badge and showed it to the boy. "Here, go ahead, you can look at it." Gibbs had continued to speak in a soft quiet voice. No one at the office would have recognized that it was him, if they had heard it. While Gibbs could tell the boy was scared, he could also see determination and a fire in his eyes. 'This is one little boy you don't want to mess with.' Gibbs thought to himself, as the boy reached out for his badge tentatively.

Gibbs crouched down lower so that he was resting one knee on the floor, the other bent up to his chest, his arms wrapped around it. He could tell the boy didn't know whether to keep watch on him or look at his badge. "Don't worry Buddy, I'm not going to hurt you. Go ahead, you can look at it." As he said this Gibbs noticed whatever was under the blanket shift.

"Shh, it's okay. Don't move, I've got you." The little boy whispered almost to quietly for Gibbs to hear. The boy adjusted his hold, as what was in his lap coughed.

Gibbs froze when he heard the cough. 'That is not a good sound.' He thought to himself. The cough had sounded deep and wet. "Hey Buddy? Who do you have in your lap?" Gibbs asked cautiously. The blue/green eyes turned to him. If looks could kill Gibbs would have been a pile of ash on the floor. Gibbs decided that he would try begging, "I promise Buddy, I'm not going to hurt you, or whoever you're protecting. But it sounds like their hurt. I can help. Please."

For the first time the boy looked undecided, until the cough came again. He looked down for a moment, then back up at Gibbs. "I'm Tony." He whispered, again almost to soft for Gibbs to hear, as he gave back the badge.

"Hello Tony." Gibbs replied in the same soft tone as he put away his badge. "Who's your friend?" He asked, really wanting to see how badly hurt they were.

Tony looked down and slowly pulled back a corner of the blanket so Gibbs could see the face of another little boy. "This is Timmy. My baby brother." Timmy was curled up into Tony's chest. His eye's were closed and his face was pale. Even Gibbs being four feet away could hear when he breathed every other breath hitched in his chest.

"How old are you guys?" Gibbs wanted nothing more than to grab them both and run for the nearest hospital. Yet he knew he had to gain a little more trust. Tony still hadn't relaxed his position in the slightest.

"I'm almost three. Timmy will be a year and a half next Saturday." As he said that there was a hint of a smile on his face. Gibbs gave a small grin of his own.

"You're both getting to be big boys then, huh?"

"Yep." Tony replied. Timmy once again coughed into Tony's shirt. This time, as Tony watched, something wet hit his shirt. Tony looked at Gibbs with complete fear in his eyes.

"Tony, Timmy needs a hospital. Now." Gibbs wasn't going to waist any more time. With Timmy coughing up blood, time was not on their side.

"Probie! What the heck is taking you so long?!" Franks' yell startled everyone.

"Mike. Shh!" Gibbs softly yet urgently said as Franks stepped into the room. Looking back at the boys, Gibbs could tell what little progress he had made was gone. 'Crap.' He thought to himself. "Tony it's okay Buddy. This big oaf won't hurt you. Mike here is my boss. He doesn't know what quiet means, so you'll have to excuse him." Gibbs said with a grin towards Franks as he knelt down beside him.

"Hey-a, boys. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya. I didn't know you was up here." Franks said in a soft tone that Gibbs had never heard before. It made him smile even more as he looked at the boys.

"Buddy? How about if we get you out of the closet? Let's get Timmy to the doctor's so they can fix him up." Gibbs said as he reached one hand palm up towards Tony.

Tony shied away from his hand as he asked, "Is Ben gone?"

Gibbs and Franks looked at each other, both wondering who Ben was.

"There is no one here but us and the other Agents, Tony." Gibbs assured him, thinking they can deal with whoever 'Ben' was later. Reluctantly Tony started to slid out of the closet, still with Timmy tight in his grip. "Mike why don't you go call an ambulance." Gibbs asked his boss.

"You got it Probie. Bring 'em on down stairs would ya. I'll let Ducky know he's got a few live ones to see." Franks said as he slowly got up and went down stairs.

"Ducky?" Tony asked as he was now completely out of the closet.

"He's a doctor. I think you'll like him. He's always telling stories."

"Stories! Timmy loves stories!" Tony said with a happy tone.

"He does, does he? Well how about we get you two downstairs so you can meet him?"

Tony still sat still staring at Gibbs. Gibbs himself knew Tony was still trying to decide whether or not he could be trusted.

"Tony. I promise you, no one here will hurt you. I promise." Gibbs repeated. Slowly Tony nodded his head as Timmy coughed again. "Okay, here, so we don't hurt him more I'll carry both of you, alright?" Gibbs asked as he slowly slid forward. Still weary Tony just nodded his head, as Gibbs slipped one arm under them and one around Tony's back. "Alright Buddy, hold your little brother close okay?" Gibbs told him as he lifted them both up and to his chest.

Tony tightened his grip on Timmy as he leaned into Gibbs' embrace. "Ben threw Timmy into the wall. Really hard." Tony confessed as he looked up into Gibbs' eyes.

Gibbs swallowed hard and then took a deep breath. "I'll find him Tony. He won't get away with hurting Timmy. But first how about we get Timmy fixed up." Gibbs started down the stairs as he felt Tony nod against his chest.

A/N: Did you like? There is more, but I think I got enough out of my head to finish my english essay. I hope. And I promise to work on 'Crossing of Paths' next. I already got chapter eight started, but have to do some research first.