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When Tim is drugged and reduced to a toddler how will the gang react? Will they be able to change him back or will he have to grow up all over again? Papa Gibbs and Baby Timmy!

Follow/FavoriteRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Tim M. · Leroy Jethro Gibbs - Chapters: 36 - Words: 123,934 - Reviews: 649 - Favs: 207 - Follows: 295 - Updated: 08-02-13 - Published: 03-02-13 - Status: Complete - id: 9062140

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A/N Thanks for all the love, you're awesome! Sorry for the delay, work has been very busy! Special thanks to "Gottahavemyncis" for her help with this chapter. Speaking of which you should check out her first story called "The Quilt". It's a great read!

Ducky breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Gibbs headed his direction with Tim in his arms. Physically the youngster looked to be in good condition, but he wouldn't know until he could take a closer look. As the pair approached, he leapt out of the car, grabbed his medical bag from the back seat and motioned for Gibbs to sit down. He immediately wrapped a blanket around Tim whose eyes were closed and his face nestled against Gibbs' neck. When Ducky rubbed his back the baby flinched and burrowed closer to his protector.

Gibbs leaned down and whispered, "Timmy, open your eyes, it's only Ducky. He needs to check you over, son." He tried to shift the little guy so he was facing the doctor, but his grip around the older man's neck only intensified. Ducky adjusted the blanket, "Why don't we give him a few minutes before we try again. The young lad has been through quite an ordeal and right now he only wants you, Jethro." Gibbs nodded, his attention solely focused on the small figure cradled against his chest.

"Do you hear that?" Ziva asked Tony as they handcuffed Lucy and dragged her to her feet.

"Yeah, it sounds like a baby crying, but Gibbs already took Tim out of here. Where the hell is Vance?"

Ziva shrugged, "I do not know, I have not seen him since we were outside."

Tony bit his lip; nervously, "Take this piece of trash outside, while I check out the rest of the house."

Ziva grasped the handcuffs and gave Lucy a push, "Come on and do not think of trying any funny business or you will wish Agent Gibbs was leading you out and not me."

As Tony watched Ziva lead Lucy out of the house, he un-holstered his weapon and carefully made his way down the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"Director Vance?" he bellowed, opening the door to the first bedroom. After clearing it, he moved on to the next room.

"Director Vance?" he howled again before hearing a faint voice and a soft cry emanating from behind the door. With gun in position, Tony barged in, startled at the scene in front of him. Vance was leaning over the railing of the crib, whispering reassurances to a little baby girl. Tony made his way over and peeked over the side, "Oh my god," he chuckled. "That baby looks exactly like Ella, the other Grey sister." Vance took a step back when he realized that he was attempting to console the woman who kidnapped Tim.

"Are you sure, DiNozzo?" He asked gruffly, his eyes never leaving the baby in front of them.

Tony nodded, "Yep, that's got to be her. Would also explain why we never encountered her when we infiltrated."

"I wonder how she got turned into a baby." Vance paused then continued, "Do you think her sister did this to her?"

Tony laughed, "I sure hope so, it's about time she got a taste of her own medicine! But what are we going to do with her now, not like they have a prison for babies."

Ella tried to speak, her words sounded like gibberish once again. Her face became beet red as the two men chuckled as they watched her fail at such a simple task.

Vance took out his cell phone, "I have a few calls to make, and I'm leaving you in charge of the baby, DiNozzo."

"Bu...But...what am I supposed to do with her, Director? I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby." Tony asked in defeat as Vance shrugged his shoulders, dialed a number and left the room.

Tony turned his attention back to the baby and groaned when Ella started crying, "That's just great! Hmm maybe I should have Ducky check you out just to be safe." He snatched a blanket off the end of the crib, wrapped Ella in it like a burrito and picked her up. Even though Ella was currently a baby, she was also a criminal and he did not want her to have any luxuries. Instead of carrying her in his arms, as he would do for Tim, he held her at arm's length and proceeded outside.

Ziva was standing guard over Lucy when Tony walked out with the baby. "What are you going to do with my sister?" Lucy inquired, while she watched Ella squirm.

"That is your sister?" Ziva chuckled, studying the little girl's face. "Huh, now that you say it, I do see the resemblance."

"Yes, she's my sister and I would appreciate it if you didn't hold her like a sack of potatoes."

Tony scoffed, "You're a criminal and so is your sister, sorry but we tend not to give people like you a choice in the matter. You're lucky I'm holding her, I could just put her down in that snow pile over there."

"You wouldn't, you simply don't have the guts to do that to a little baby."

Taking a firmer hold on Ella, Tony started walking over to a snow pile near the end of the driveway. He looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Lucy, "You think I was joking? After everything you've put Tim through, you're seriously doubting that I don't want to inflict as much pain on you two as possible?" He started to lay Ella down on the snow, but stopped when an agency car pulled up along the curb.

"What the hell is going on, DiNozzo?" Vance asked as he walked towards him.

"Just trying to make their lives a little uncomfortable when I had the chance."

Vance smirked, "Very well, but I called another team to transport these two to jail. Ella will be checked over by the doctors there."

Tony sighed with relief and couldn't hand the baby over fast enough. "Here you take her," he said, extending his arms to let a female agent gain control over the toddler.

Once the switch was complete, Tony and Ziva quickly made their way up the hill to see Tim. They approached quietly when they noticed Tim had his face buried against Gibbs' neck.

"Is he alright?" Ziva asked peeking around to get a glimpse of his face.

Gibbs kissed Tim's temple, "Ducky hasn't been able to check him over, but we believe he's okay."

The two agents looked on with concern as Tim refused to look at either one of them.

"Hey buddy," Tony tried, patting the toddler's hand.

There was still no response and the trembling in Tim's body was becoming more pronounced.

Gibbs soothingly rubbed his little boy's back, "I think it's time we get out of here. Hopefully once we are in familiar settings he'll feel more comfortable."

"You could stay at my house for the night, Jethro." Ducky offered, wanting to keep a close eye on both of them for the time being.

Sensing the need for normalcy, Vance spoke up. "No need Dr. Mallard, I had Gibbs' back door replaced and the bomb squad deemed the house free of any lingering gases. They are free to return home."

"I think that will be best for the time being. Let me have some alone time with him and we'll see if he's up for visitors later on. Ducky, go home and get some sleep, Tony and Ziva I need you to stay and process the scene, return the evidence to NCIS and go home and get some rest. My house is off limits until you both get some sleep. Do I make myself clear?"

The pair nodded, "There is no place we would rather be, well you know what I mean..." Ziva replied as she headed to the car to collect the supplies they needed. After deciding they would leave one car for Tony and Ziva, Vance and Ducky filed into the other one while Gibbs sat in back with Tim. They figured the best action would be to get Tim home as quickly as possible, and then Jimmy would come and pick up the other two men.

Before they left Gibbs rolled down the window, "DiNozzo, is it the exhaustion setting in or did I see you carrying a baby?"

A huge smiled appeared on Tony's face; "There was definitely a baby, boss. The baby was actually Ella Grey; we're not sure if her sister forced her to take the pill or what exactly happened."

Tim, who had barely moved, much less spoken since his rescue suddenly lifted his head and whispered, "Me do dada."

There was that word again that made Gibbs' heart soar; even though it had only been a day since he heard Tim say it, it felt great to be called it again.

Unsure if he heard the youngster correctly, he questioned him again, "Timmy, are you telling us that you were the one who gave Ella the drug?"

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention; Tim blushed, nodded and buried his face against Gibbs' chest.

A feeling of pride washed over him as his boy confessed to turning the tables on the two women who kidnapped him. He leaned down and whispered in Tim's ear, "I'm so proud of you, kiddo! I couldn't have asked for a better son, I love you so much!"

The rest of the team burst into a round of applause at Tim's revelation.

"Good work, Probie!" Tony beamed as Tim's face and the tips of his ears reddened.

Gibbs could tell Tim was uncomfortable with the attention and was determined to take it off him, "We are all proud of Tim, but we need to get going. We can discuss this later when he's feeling better."

Once Vance pulled away from the curb, Gibbs could feel the little guy's body start to relax. He rested his chin on top of Tim's head, occasionally kissing it along with rubbing small circles on the toddlers back. Every now and then, Ducky would turn around to check on both of them. Ten minutes into the drive, Gibbs noticed Tim was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He leaned back further against the seat and encouraged Tim to relax and use his chest as a pillow. "I know it's been a long couple of days for you, kiddo. Just close your eyes and get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up." The expression on Tim's face said it all; he was worried that if he closed his eyes, Gibbs might not be there when he woke up. Realizing the conundrum, the older man gently situated Tim so he was cradled in his arms. "I'll be the first person you see before you go to sleep and I'll be the first person you see when you wake up. How does that sound?" Tim nodded, stuck his thumb in his mouth and grabbed hold of Gibbs' shirt with his free hand. "That's my boy," Gibbs soothed as he carded his fingers through Tim's baby soft hair. Between the movements of the car along with the assurance his daddy wasn't going anywhere; Tim eventually fell asleep.

When they pulled in the driveway, Jimmy was just getting out of his car. Tim stirred as Gibbs slid out of the backseat, still cradling the youngster in his arms. The older man rocked his arms back and forth in an effort to lull him back to sleep as he walked to the front door. He was almost successful in his actions until Jethro started barking when he recognized the duo. Jimmy grinned coyly, "I picked Jethro up from the vet on my way over, figured the more familiar faces the better."

Tim, who was now fully awake, reached down and patted Jethro's snout. He giggled as the dog tilted his head and began licking his fingers. Gibbs reached down and stroked the dog's fur, "It's good to have you back, buddy! I'm so glad you're alright!" Jethro cocked his head, snorted and looked over at Jimmy. "You're right boy, if it wasn't for Jimmy, I don't think we would be having this conversation right now." Tears started welling up in Tim's eyes after hearing Gibbs' admission. The older man shifted the toddler to his shoulder and used his thumb to wipe the stray tear that had fallen from Tim's eyes. "Aww sweetie, everything is okay. Jimmy was able to do CPR on Jethro and he survived with no long-term side effects."

Jimmy blushed and waved off the attention, "Really it's not that big of a deal, I would have done it for any person or animal who was in need of medical assistance."

Tim motioned with his hand for Jimmy to come closer. Puzzled, Jimmy shuffled his feet along the floor, coming to a stop in front of the pair. Tim extended his arms around Jimmy's neck and pulled him close, "Tank you fir sabing muh doggy."

Jimmy blushed, took a step back and patted Tim's arm, "You are very welcome!"

Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief at Tim's affection. He was afraid they would be starting back at square one as far as Tim being comfortable around the team. However, the youngster's reaction told him that although he was hesitant after his rescue, eventually things would return to normal.

Vance sighed, "Well I'm going to get back to work, I know you're both exhausted and I want you to get some rest. Gibbs, your team is off duty for the next few days, I don't want to see any of you on the Yard, is that understood?"

Ducky cleared his throat, "What about Mr. Palmer and me?"

"Same goes for you two, you were up all night searching for Agent McGee. If we have a case, I'll call for a substitute. I want everyone to go home and get some rest, enjoy the next few days."

Even though Gibbs was happy he would have some time to spend with Tim, he did not want anyone else to interrogate Lucy.

"No Leon, I am goi..." he tried to speak, only to be interrupted by Vance.

The Director smiled, "Don't worry, Lucy Grey will still be around to interrogate once you get back." He paused and then chuckled. "Besides she's going to have her hands full for awhile."

The others snickered at Vance's statement. Unaware that Ella was regressed due to Tim's brave actions, Jimmy, who was confused by everyone's responses waited for the giggling to die down before asking, "Why?"

Ducky patted Tim's knee, "Our dear boy caused Ella to regress."

Jimmy laughed, "That a boy, Timmy"!" He raised his hand up to slap him five, "Well, where do they plan on keeping Ella?"

"I would imagine they would keep her in the medical ward," Ducky replied.

Jimmy smirked, "Too bad it can't be the psych ward!"

Ducky raised his hand as if to smack the back of his head, but Gibbs stopped him with a look, "Nah, Duck, it's what I was thinking too, might as well smack me one while you're at it."

Jimmy's eyes, which had widened when he saw Dr. Mallard's hand come up, got impossibly wide now as he realized that Gibbs had just agreed with him. A sweet giggle caught their attention and they all smiled as they heard Tim giggling at them. As Ducky turned back to Gibbs and Tim, the toddler lifted his head and said, "She a mean cwazy wady, now a mean cwazy baby, she bewong in da cwazy place."

The Director frowned at Tim, "After she kidnapped you, Agent McGee, did she hurt you? "

Tim nodded, "Yesh, her hit me an' pinch'd me till ah cwied."

Vance continued his questioning, "And once she regressed to her baby state, was she able to communicate as you can? Did she hurt you after that?"

This time, the young toddler shook his head, "No, her no tawk luk me. Her makesh funny noishes ish awl. She no huwt me afta; da uder cwazy wady tol her behave."

"All right, Tim, thank you for your report. You can relax now that you're home with your da..uh Gibbs and I'll keep everyone updated on the case. And yes, Gibbs..." directing this at the Agent whose eyebrow had hit the top of his forehead with Vance's promise to update them, "as I said, you will be doing the interrogation!"

With that, the Director left to return to Headquarters. Now that Tim was a bit more at ease with him, Ducky took him gently from Gibbs' arms and headed upstairs to his room to give him a quick checkup. Seeing the beginnings of a panicked expression on the baby's face peeking over Ducky's shoulder, Gibbs quickly followed them. It was too soon to let his boy go off with anyone else, even just upstairs, even with someone as loved and trusted as Ducky.

When they entered the room with Gibbs hot on their heels, Ducky laid Tim down on the changing table then remembered he forgot his medical bag in the car. "Jethro why don't you start removing Timothy's clothing, while I run down and grab my bag." Tim got a petrified look on his face and started whining at Ducky's suggestion. Gibbs came over and laid his hand on Tim's stomach, "Shh kiddo it's okay...please for my piece of mind will you let Ducky check you out? I'll be here the entire time and I promise you he'll be quick."

"Kay," Tim eventually whispered as Gibbs started removing his clothes. He kept up a steady stream of banter, keeping an eye out for any bumps or bruises that might be hidden under the youngster's clothing. Ducky entered just as Gibbs was removing the last item, leaving Tim in just his diaper. The toddler's face turned bright red and he used his hands to try to cover the diaper. Both men chuckled at Tim's modesty as Ducky began removing equipment from his bag. "Ahh I promise you little one this will be quick and painless," the doctor tried to reassure him as he stuck the thermometer in Tim's ear. Gibbs moved near Tim's head, using his thumb to rub small circles on his forehead. "He feels a little warm, Duck. Do you think that could be from all the excitement or does he have a fever?" Ducky clucked his tongue, "We shall see once the thermometer gives us an accurate reading." Once the instrument gave a series of beeps, signaling it was done with its reading, Ducky pulled it out and frowned.

Gibbs felt his heart rate increase at Ducky's reaction, "What? What is it?"

Ducky ignored his question and looked around the room for the bottle of Tylenol. Noticing it on the nightstand near the bed, he motioned for Gibbs to grab it.

His patience diminishing, Gibbs grabbed the bottle and handed it to him, "Duck! Is he running a fever? How bad is it?

The older man sighed, "His temperature is 38 degrees Celsius."

Gibbs gave him in exasperated look, "In Fahrenheit, Duck!"

"Oh yes I do apologize Jethro, Timothy is running a fever of 101 degrees. There are many explanations as to why he has one, but I'm placing my bet on teething."

Panicked Gibbs took the medicine bottle out of Ducky's hand, poured the proper amount. Raising his voice he questioned, "Well what if it's not the teething that is causing a fever? 101 degrees is nothing to mess around with, the poor guy must be miserable."

Ducky sat Tim up so Gibbs could administer the medication without incident. "Jethro you must calm down, a 101 degree fever is a bit high for an adult, but for a baby that's considered a low grade one. You'll just have to continue to take his temperature throughout the night and we'll assess the situation in the morning. Of course if you notice any changes then a trip to the infirmary may be in order."

Upon hearing the doctor's comment, Tim started shaking his head and whining, "No me no wanna go, pwease!"

Gibbs leaned down, inches from Tim's face and whispered, "Relax buddy, going to the hospital will be a last resort, I promise." He kissed him on the forehead and moved aside to allow room for Ducky.

However, instead of stepping up to the changing table, the doctor grabbed Gibbs' arm and pulled him aside. Whispering low enough so that Tim couldn't hear him he admonished the team leader, "Listen Jethro, that little boy feeds off your reactions. If you become upset then he's going to become upset, do you see where I'm going with this?"

Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, "You're right Duck, we've all been under a great deal of stress the past few days, I'll try and keep a cooler head."

The older man patted his arm, "I was going to give you a head slap; however I figured this way was much more appropriate."

Gibbs gave him a small smirk and headed back to his spot near Tim's head. Ducky approached the youngster, "Does anything hurt, Timothy?"

Tim pointed to his mouth, confirming Ducky's suspicions regarding his fever. "I'm sorry about that fella, the medicine should take care of that soon." Ducky reassured him as he lifted each leg, checked for bruises, scratches or anything out of the ordinary and moved onto his arms. The Band-Aid from Tim's prior cut caught Gibbs' attention as Ducky lifted his arm. Gibbs felt his blood pressure rise at the thought of his little boy being injured by one of the Grey sisters. "What's that?" He inquired, pointing at the youngster's right hand.

"Well let's check it out, shall we?" Ducky replied peeling the Band-Aid back and examining the cut. "Did those wretched women do this to you, Timothy?"

Tim shook his head and mumbled, "decowation".

"I'm sorry lad I didn't quite understand what you said. Please forgive me; unfortunately the old ears aren't what they once were."

Gibbs chuckled; he was getting better at understanding "baby talk". "I believe he said he got cut on a decoration. Am I right, Timmy?"

"Yesh Gib u wight!"

"It looks like they did a good job of cleaning the wound, I'll get a fresh dressing out of my bag and that cut should heal in no time."

While Ducky was fumbling through his bag, Tim made eye contact with Gibbs and pulled on the tapes of the diaper. Gibbs sighed; leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I know you're wet, son. Ducky's almost done and then I'll get you cleaned up."

"Ba ba?" He whined, the pure innocence in his big green eyes turned Gibbs into a pile of goo.

"Of course, sweetie. Let me call down to Palmer and have him make you one. I'll be right back, okay?"

Tim nodded as Gibbs left the room and Ducky replaced the Band-Aid. "You're such a good patient, there are only a few more areas I would like to examine," Ducky declared as he wrapped his hands around Tim's skull to check for any noticeable bumps. Satisfied there wasn't anything unusual there was one more exam he needed to complete. Unsure of how often the Greys tended to his needs, Ducky wanted to check and make sure Tim didn't have a diaper rash. As he reached for the tapes the toddler's eyes widened and his bottom lip began quivering. Afraid he had already upset him, Ducky took a step back and patted Tim's belly, "Hmm, how about we wait for your daddy to get back."

Upon reentering the room, Gibbs could tell by the look on the faces of both occupants that something had happened in the short period of time he was gone. He quickly made his way over to Tim and leaned over; touching their foreheads together, "Tell dada what's wrong, kiddo."

"I'm afraid that's my fault, Jethro. I wanted to make sure he didn't have a rash; I'm sure he's rather embarrassed about me taking a look."

"Aww Timmy it's alright, daddy is here now. Why don't you be a big boy and let him take a peek? Then we'll be all done and you can have your bottle."

Looking hesitantly between the two men, Tim finally agreed as Ducky untaped each side and pulled it down. Gibbs ran a reassuring hand through Tim's hair and watched Ducky carefully pull apart the skin flaps on Tim's chubby thighs before gently lifting his legs to examine his bottom. "You're doing so good, Timmy! Ducky is almost done and then we can spend some alone time together." Gibbs whispered into Tim's ear, determined to make his boy feel better.

After the exam was completed, Ducky pulled the front of the diaper back up resolute on allowing Tim some dignity. "It looks as though he has a bit of a rash where the elastic rubs against his thighs. I recommend using the cream I gave you a few days ago and he should be right as rain in no time. "

Suddenly there was a quiet knock on the door, "Agent Gibbs, I have Tim's bottle ready."

Ducky cracked the door and took the bottle from Jimmy, "I'm finished here Mr. Palmer we can go soon."

Jimmy nodded, "While I was waiting I took Jethro outside and got him so fresh food and water so Agent Gibbs doesn't have to worry about that. He's currently asleep on his bed downstairs."

"Thanks Palmer, I appreciate it." Gibbs replied, rifling through the dresser drawers looking for a sleeper for Tim to wear.

"I'll be down in a minute, then we can both go home and get some much needed rest." Ducky assured Jimmy as he closed the door and went to collect his medical supplies.

Ducky hurried when he noticed Tim start to squirm on the changing table. "Physically he looks fine, Jethro. Just keep an eye on his fever and that rash. You have my number if anything changes."

Before he opened the door, Ducky returned to Tim and patted his hand, "Glad to have you back my dear boy, we will see you tomorrow."

"Tanks Duckee," Tim replied with a smile as the older man turned to leave.

Gibbs patted Ducky on the back, "Thanks for everything, go home and get some rest. Oh, one more thing, would you mind locking the door on your way out?"

"Already planned on it, I'm just glad we have a happy ending," Ducky smiled as he closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, Gibbs turned his attention back to Tim. "All right sweetie, let's get you changed and ready for a nap. How does that sound?

Tim yawned, "Good Gib me bery sweepy. U sweepy too?"

The adrenaline along with the ten cups of coffee that had kept Gibbs going the past twenty-four hours was slowly wearing off. He couldn't wait to get into bed, hold Tim in his arms and slowly drift off to sleep together. "Yeah, Timmy," he stifled a yawn "Daddy is very tired too." He quickly yet tenderly cleaned the toddler up, cherishing every second between the two of them. When Tim was gone, part of Gibbs' heart felt like it had been ripped out, stomped on and put through a blender. Now that they were reunited, Gibbs felt entirely whole again. Tim's few little teeth chattered as Gibbs inserted his feet into the sleeper and adjusted them. "I'm sorry, kiddo I'll have you warmed up in no time. I have a hunch the fever is making you cold, not to mention the fact you've been lying here without any clothes on for several minutes." Gibbs used one hand to sit Tim up, while using the other to pull the rest of the sleeper up. Once that was accomplished, he laid Tim back down, grasped the zipper between his fingers and zipped it up. "There you go, partner. Give me a second to get changed then we can climb into bed and cuddle."

"Kay dada," Tim responded immediately sticking his thumb in his mouth.

Gibbs smiled at his sweet, innocent baby boy lying before him. This was the moment he had been waiting for over the past twenty-four hours; to have Tim back in his life and free of worry. He cupped Tim's cheek in his hand, leaned down and kissed his forehead. Tim giggled around his thumb as Gibbs' whiskers tickled his forehead. The older man stripped down, leaving himself in only boxers and an undershirt. He grabbed the bottle off the dresser, opened the door in case Jethro wanted in and picked Tim up from the changing table. "Ahh my big boy, did I ever tell you how proud I am of you?"

"Yesh," he mumbled around his thumb.

Gibbs flipped off the bedroom light, navigated over to the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. He sat Tim down on the bed, propped the pillows up against the headboard and sat down. Tim crawled over to him, while he figured out the most comfortable way to cuddle. After trying different positions, none of which was what either of them wanted, Gibbs had an idea. Realizing they were both in desperate need of contact from one another he cradled Tim in his arms and held the bottle up to his lips. Tim sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth and comfort from his daddy. He licked his lips, opened his mouth and allowed Gibbs to insert the nipple. As he began sucking in earnest he nuzzled closer to the older man, cherishing his smell, touch and protection.

"You know, Tim you have turned my world upside down, in the best way possible."

Tim raised an eyebrow; the look in his eyes begged for Gibbs to continue.

"After Shannon and Kelly died I never believed I would love anyone as much as I loved them. Then baby Timmy came along and I've learned what it's like to experience that love again. Not being able to protect you from the awful Greys was like reliving the past. I wasn't sure if I could go on, but every time I closed my eyes there you were. I'm so sorry I went to the court house when you begged me not to, if I had listened to you, this might not have happened."

Tim gently pushed the bottle away from his lips; his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I forgib u dada. U takin good cawre of me. Kelwy wash lubky to hab u as a dada."

A single tear rolled down Gibbs' cheek; in a tender moment Tim reached up and wiped the stray tear with the sleeve of his sleeper. Gibbs took a deep breath, "I'm really glad we found you in time, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if something bad happened to you."

"I mished u so much, Gib! Alls I wanted wash fir u to hold me."

Gibbs strengthened his grip around Tim, "Well I'm here now kiddo and I'm not going anywhere. I love you very much, thanks for making me feel whole again."

"U welcum, dada! Me lub u with all muh hawrt foreber!"

They both yawned simultaneously; Gibbs once again inserted the nipple of the bottle into Tim's mouth, "Rest my sweet baby boy, tomorrow is another day."

It didn't take long for the youngster to start dozing off and Gibbs caught himself nodding off as well. He removed the bottle, slid down under the covers and arranged Tim so he was lying in the crook of his arm. He crossed his other arm across the baby's chest, holding him tight as exhaustion overpowered him.

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