This is the first part of a new fic that I dreamed up, it's hard to describe so the summary is probably of little use.

Disclaimer : I don't own the characters however much I wish I did.

Chapter 1 - Dammit Jethro!

'Dammit Jethro! Why do you always manage to make a difficult situation ten times worse!' Jenny shouted at Jethro across her office her arms in the air, before placing them on her hips. 'I'm sorry if I was trying to do my job and things got a little messy, director,' he snarled back. Jenny glared at him, 'A little,' she raised her eyebrows and her nostrils flared, her eyes wide with anger, 'A little messy! You shot an innocent man in the chest! This morning we had the mutilated body of a young woman, now we have a dead young woman, her mourning husband in intensive care fighting for his life while their toddler and 19 week old baby are downstairs with Ducky. There are no foster families able to take the kids which means we're stuck with them until further notice, have I missed anything?' Jethro scratched the back of his head, 'both the kids are boys Jen, but other than that no, I think you pretty much got it all,' 'oh, I'm sorry, I overlooked that minor detail.' 'And their names are Anthony and Aaron, Anthony and Aaron Cameron,' she shot him a look of spite, 'and who do you suggest I give the task of looking after little Anthony and Aaron to then?'

She held a pen over the paperwork in front of her, 'c'mon, give me a name before I put yours down,' Jethro raised his eyebrows at the fiery redhead before him, 'I got a name, doubt you'll like it though,' Jenny looked up at him leaning on both hands on the table, she raised one eyebrow and stared at him. 'Who,' Jethro jerked his head to the side and smiled a little, 'you Jen.' He turned and walked from the room and onto the catwalk, 'Me, you have to be joking,' came the response from behind him. He smirked as he hopped down the stairs to his team, 'Hey Duck, how's little Anthony,' he faltered as he saw Tony holding the baby and balancing the toddler on his lap pointing at his computer screen, 'Er Tony I don't think that is appropriate material for the eyes of a toddler and small baby,' his eyes widened as he looked around.

'Yeah, sorry director,' his eyes looked left to right nervously before he stood up and grinned, 'Ziva, ever held a baby before?' She narrowed her eyes and sat forwards in her chair, 'No Tony, I have not,' she raised her eyebrows as he smiled widely, 'here's your chance,' he placed the baby in her arms before she could argue. She opened her mouth in horror, 'Oh, come on, its all wiggly and…' she lifted the infant up slightly, she jerked her head back in horror, 'oh, he really stinks,' she gripped the baby under the arms and held it out in front of her, the baby was looking petrified in her grip, its legs were dangling and its eyes were wide with fear, he screwed up his face and Gibbs braced himself for the scream. He nodded to himself as the crying reached his ears, Ziva begged them, 'somebody take it, please!'

Before anyone could offer or argue McGee jumped to his feet, 'Boss, we got a hit off the BOLO, SUVs' been abandoned off Harbour Lane, Charlottesville,' Gibbs jumped to his feet, 'Grab your things,' he threw his coffee cup into the bin and started towards the elevator. 'Er, Gibbs, baby, in my hands, needs changing,' he turned to Ziva and shook his head. She was looking at the baby as if it was an alien species; he headed towards her and took the baby from her gently. 'Hello little man, whoa you really do stink, such a shame I haven't got time to change you,' he rubbed his back soothingly, 'shhh, hey, its not that bad, Ziva's just scared of you,' he turned to Jenny and thrust the child gently into her arms, 'Jenny will change you, and she'll get you a bottle and put you to bed,' he told the huge frightened eyes. Tony stood the toddler on his feet and walked him over to Jenny, Jenny glared at them both. 'I haven't got time to take care of a baby and a toddler,' she held Anthony in front of her under his arms looking at him uncomfortably, 'Jethro!' She shouted after him as he waved at her from the elevator, she narrowed her eyes as she turned round to Ducky, 'Ducky,' she began in her most charming voice, 'you know I'd love to help my dear but I do need to get on with my paperwork, and poor Mrs Cameron is not going to complete her own autopsy.'

He smiled at the tiny baby and stroked his head gently, then bent down to ruffle the toddlers thick blond hair, 'good luck my dear,' he smiled and headed to the back elevator. Frowning she lifted 

the changing bag onto her shoulder and changed her grip on the baby. 'I'm gonna kill Jethro when he gets back,' she brought the baby closer to her and placed one hand underneath his bottom and rested his head on her shoulder. She rubbed his back gently and whispered in his ear, 'shhh, shhh, its okay, shhh, shhh,' he immediately began to calm down. The screaming becoming broken grunts, 'wow,' she breathed, 'it worked,' she screwed up her face, 'oh, god I'm going to have to change you aren't I?'

She sighed as she took Aaron's hand in hers and led him down the corridor towards the back elevator, 'maybe I can get Abby to watch you two for a little while,' she smiled to herself and pressed the button, the doors slid open and she stepped inside and hoisted the baby back up over her shoulder. She tapped her feet impatiently and stopped abruptly when little Tony started to stir, the doors opened and she hurried down the corridor to the forensics lab.

'Abby,' she called softly into the darkened room, she could hear soft music playing and could smell so many oils and fragrances it gave her a headache. As she peered through the window to Abby's office she spotted the Goth with her eyes closed breathing deeply, she turned around and looked at the computer screens before turning back to the window.

She jumped about a foot across the room, Abby was grinning at her widely, her nose pressed against the glass, 'Abby! Please don't do that again.' Abby continued to grin and hunched up her shoulders, she jumped out of her office and bounced up to Jenny, 'awww, he's so small, poor thing losing his mommy like that, who could do such a thing?' She pouted kneeling down and stroking the fuzzy head, she looked at Jenny questioningly.

'I don't know Abby, that's what Jethro's gonna find out, with your help,' Abby nodded her attention still on the frightened toddler. 'Abby,' the Goth stood up suddenly, her pigtails bouncing wildly, 'yes director,' she grinned happily, 'how would you like to look after little Tony and Aaron here for a couple of hours,' Abby smirked, 'you know I'd love to,' Jenny's eyes widened, 'great, how about…' 'but!' Abby jumped in quickly, 'I have so much work to do, I'm only one person and I have blood samples, finger prints, anonymous substances one, two and three, sticky stuff, I gotta make a list of possible murder weapons using the striation patterns on the…' 'okay, Abby I get it, you're busy,' she sighed, finally defeated.

She turned and led Aaron towards the door, 'um director,' Abby called after her, 'yes, Abby,' she turned back around, 'he really stinks, someone needs to change his poopy diaper,' Jenny nodded and closed her eyes for a second. 'I know Abby, I was hoping that,' 'you could trick me into doing it, sorry director, not happening,' Jenny grinned as she headed towards the door, 'I know, keep working Abby,' the doors opened as Abby called after her, 'bye director, bye baby Tony, bye Aaron,' 'bye Abby.'

Jenny walked back towards the elevator and contemplated where best to change Tony, the ladies room was an obvious choice but she wasn't sure she wanted to be interrupted whilst up to her eyes in nappy changing essentials and most likely looking completely lost at the same time. Autopsy, disinfected surfaces and cleaning materials on hand, just in case. Would have been perfect had Ducky not been autopsying Aaron and Anthonys' mother, which left her with one option, her office.

She walked along the catwalk quickly; as quickly as she could with a small toddler trailing along, stopping to poke everything in sight, she didn't want to attract anyone's attention with the smell wafting around the infant. She walked past Cynthia and shook her head and rolled her eyes at the curious look on her assistants face. Cynthia nodded and presumed from her boss's 'don't ask' expression it had something to do with Agent Gibbs.

Cynthia continued with her work and looked at the caller ID when her phone rang twenty minutes later, she smiled to herself as she answered it. 'Director Shepard, how may I be of assistance?' 'Have you ever changed a diaper?' came the disgruntled reply, 'Er, yes, my sister has two children,' 'I need you help'.

She pushed open the door hesitantly and had to suppress a laugh; Jenny stared at her from her position on the floor. She sulked sitting cross-legged with her arms folded, the baby was laying on the changing mat on his back, determined to keep his foot in his mouth. He was naked from the waist down and had baby powder all over his legs and a dirty diaper stuck to the foot not in his mouth. Jenny was covered from head to foot in baby powder and had two clean diapers stuck together in the wrong places beside her, a number of baby wipes were on the floor and bizarrely one was in Jenny's hair. Aaron was stood beside Jenny holding a nappy above his head and giggling at his brother on the floor.

Tony was rocking from side to side as he fought with his foot and gummed his toes, a look of intense concentration upon his little face. He stopped chewing suddenly and his expression changed, 'what is he doing?' Jenny asked Cynthia, as she turned to her assistant she was aware of something wet on her stomach. She turned quickly back to the baby and 'ergh, little monster!' she held her hands out instinctively to protect her upper body from the jet and glared at the far wall waiting for him to stop peeing.

Once he had stopped she leaned forwards, her pants and parts of her shirt sodden, she picked him up under the arms and watched his contented face, 'how can anything so small pee so mu….' She stopped abruptly as the baby peed again over the front of her shirt, '…much,' she finished in a beaten tone, 'he was waiting for me to pick him up wasn't he, little demon.'

She looked behind her as she heard a tiny click and found herself looking into DiNozzo's amused face, 'what is it DiNozzo?' 'Boss sent me up here to check on the munchkins, I see they're fine, not so sure about you though Jenny,' she glared at him. 'Not a word to anyone,' he nodded grinning, 'I mean it DiNozzo,' 'got it,' he turned to the door obviously laughing, 'I mean its not like anyone would believe me that the Director of NCIS was outsmarted by a baby are they?' 'Hmm, you don't happen to know if Ziva has any spare clothes do you?' 'No, but I can find out.'

Jenny looked up at Cynthia, 'please, help me put a diaper on him instead of standing there grinning,' the younger woman smirked and kneeled down on a dry patch of carpet. She picked up a fresh diaper and laid it down, she took Tony from Jenny's outstretched arms and laid him on the diaper, she lifted the front between his legs and pulled the shiny paper from the sticky strips before firmly sticking them around Tony's waist. 'There, all done,' she lifted him up and balanced him on his feet before passing him back to her boss. 'They fell off when I did it,' she groaned.

Tony skipped out of the room and back down into the bullpen, 'Ziva,' 'Tony,' 'Do you have any spare clothes with you?' She leaned back in her chair and scrutinised him, 'why?' 'I er um Abby split something down her dress, she needs some fresh clothes,' she tilted her head and stared at his face, 'liar, why do you want ladies clothes Tony?' 'I've been sworn to secrecy,' 'hmm, no I'm afraid I don't Tony.' He nodded and walked towards the back elevator, next call Abby.

He slipped inside the lab and Abby turned to face him, 'hey Tony, I haven't got anything for you yet,' 'oh I know, I have a question for you,' 'shoot,' 'do you have any spare clothes?' 'Yes,' 'ooh, can I borrow them for someone,' Abby frowned at him, 'who?' Tony started bouncing up and down desperate to tell her, 'okay, but you gotta promise not to tell anyone,' he looked around the room before pulling his phone from his pocket, he flicked through the menus and pulled up a photo. He showed it to Abby who snorted, 'that is classic material, I'm making a back-up of it,' 'so can I borrow 

the clothes?' 'Yeah sure,' she bounced into her office and came back with a black rucksack with a white crucifix on it, 'in here.'

'Thanks Abby,' he turned to leave but Abby called him back, 'hey, Tony, how about a wager?' 'What kind of wager?' 'How long it takes for Gibbs and the director to find that picture?' 'Why, what did you do with it?' 'Sent it to McGee and Ziva,' 'less than three hours,' 'Twenty bucks?' 'I'm so certain I'd put fifty on it,' 'you're on,' she grinned as Tony left her lab, she suddenly wondered which outfit was in her rucksack, her eyes widened as she realised what it was. 'Oops,' she muttered to herself slowly leaving the room.

Tony ran up the stairs as Ziva and McGee looked on, 'why has he got Abby's rucksack?' McGee asked Ziva, watching Tony take it into the director's office, 'more to the point, why is he taking it to the director?' She raised her eyebrows and placed the end of her pen on her bottom lip.

Tony knocked on the office door and walked inside holding the rucksack up, 'Got you some, clothes,' he stared at her on her hands and knees cleaning a damp patch on her floor. 'Thanks Tony, can you leave them on my desk,' 'sure,' she stopped scrubbing after a few seconds and turned to look at him. 'Anything I can help you with?' 'No, no, just wondering where little T is,' 'little T?' she asked raising an eyebrow. 'Tony Cameron,' 'on the couch, asleep, don't wake him,' he jumped backwards towards the door, 'okay, I won't, er you might want to take a look at little A though,' he ran from the room as Jenny turned around.

Aaron was doing a little dance beside her couch, 'Aaron, do, do you need to go the toilet,' he stared at her nervously, she kneeled down in front of him, 'Aaron do you need to use the potty,' he blinked at her and shook his head uncertainly, 'okay,' she stood back up and looked over at the rucksack. As she took a step towards it she felt a tugging on her arm, she looked down at Aaron, 'what's up?' He looked down fearfully and Jenny saw the dark stain on the crotch of his blue pants, she looked behind him and saw a dark puddle on the floor.

She smiled at him, the last thing she wanted to do was frighten him even though she was beginning to lose patience with the amount of urine on her office carpet. 'Let's get you cleaned up,' she smiled as she searched through the changing bag and found a clean training diaper and a spare pair of black pants. 'Come here,' he stepped in front of her and she pulled down his wet pants and training diaper, he stepped out of them and began jumping up and down. Jenny looked away as she pulled out some wet wipes, 'Aaron, keep still,' she showed him the wet wipe, 'can you do it?' He took it in his hand and started playing with it, 'obviously not,' Jenny muttered.

'Let me clean you up,' she tentatively cleaned him with the wet wipe as quickly as she could. She managed to keep him still for long enough to get his clean training diaper on and then his clean pants before he hurried over to her window and stared out at the marina.

Whilst he was occupied Jenny unzipped the rucksack Tony had brought her and pulled out the garments, 'you have got to be kidding.'