Sadly the characters, except maybe the nannies (and who cares about that) are not mine though I wish they were.
Have fun, I did!
Gibbs sat glowering in the playpen. He hadnt had his morning binkie, and was fit to be tied.
The door opened, and Tony's Au Pair came in carrying Tony. Gibbs didnt care that much for Tony, he was such a baby. But his red haired sitter, she was something else. He could hardly wait till grownups could understand him, instead of just being able to talk to all these other babies. But warning signs went off in his gut, triggering an instinct regarding redheads that would unfortunately diminish as he grew older.
Besides, he knew Tony's nanny was mad at him for smacking the crap out of Tony the day before. But Tony could be so annoying.
She deposited Tony on the floor, and he immediately crawled across the room to a cute little dark haired baby who was busily trying to make a slingshot from a rubber band and two popsicle sticks.
"Hey Ziva" Tony said, pinching her arm. She immediately whacked him with the inflatable mallet shed concealed in the back of her camouflage diaper. Ziva had just joined the group yesterday, and Tony was fascinated with her, though she did scare him more than the picture of Uncle Fredrico that his mother kept on the piano.
Abby was brought in by her mom, wiggling to get down and get on with her activities. They were followed by Ducky and his mom. Ducky, being older than the others, was the only one who could walk and actually utter a few words that adults could understand. His mom called him her little Duckling so the other babies just called him Ducky.
Finally McGee arrived. The real baby of the bunch, he had just learned to sit up and crawl and even the other babies could hardly understand what he was saying, with the exception of Abby. With great effort he made his way over to her and she babbled with delight to see him.
Everyone was here now, so the day at NCIS, NANNYS CHILDHOOD ILLUMINATION SERVICES, had begun.
There was still no sign of Gibbs' binkie, and he was sick and tired of waiting for these people to figure out what was wrong and solve the mystery. He needed to get out of this playpen so he could assemble the others, who he thought were individually smarter than all the nannies put together.
The nannies were wondering why Baby Gibbs was even crankier than usual, but were pleased to see the other babies engrossed in their activities. They looked so cute, their little heads bent over their tasks, Ziva concentrating so hard on her little popsicle sticks, Abby and Tim sitting side by side playing quietly.
What the nannies couldn't see was that Abby was busily assembling a DNA chain from the generous supply of blocks available, and Baby Tim was making something that looked suspiciously like a computer from legos. Ducky was carefully dissecting a dead bug he'd found, with a plastic fork borrowed from the Nannies table. Tony, as usual, was sitting in front of the television, watching the never ending babies video, which flashed pictures of babies on the screen over and over. Each time it came to a girl baby, Tony bounced up and down on his chubby little butt, waving his arms wildly.
Before long the door opened, and to the babies' surprise, another Mommy came in, carrying a little girl baby, nearly bald, with signs of wispy red curls showing here and there.
Baby Gibbs sat up and took notice. "Boy," he thought, "there's somebody I could learn to play house with."
"Oh," said Nanny Mae, "Jenny's here. We were worried."
"Just a little traffic delay" said Jennys mom, as Jenny spotted baby Gibbs and began to howl and point at him. "She seems to like that baby in the playpen, maybe if I put her there with him, I can leave without her being upset'.
The Nannys, recalling yesterdays debacle with Tony, were too smart for that. "Oh, I think he might be coming down with a cold, so we'e watching him to see."
Jenny's mom put her in a walker, where she broke the speed limit getting to the playpen. The Nanny pulled her to the other side of the room, behind a doll house, showing her all the nice dollies, more to distract her from baby Gibbs than to merely let her mom escape. Jenny shocked them by making a rapid turn around the house, and straight back to the playpen. Nothing would get in her way.
Gibbs was delighted to have someone close enough to talk to, and he asked "have you seen my binkie? It was here when I left yesterday and now they can't find it. I can't function without my morning binkie."
"Why do you need a stupid binkie, when I'm here?"
"Not the same, I dont think" he replied
"you come out of there right now and play with me"
Gibbs made a face, "you're not the boss of me."
"We'll see" she replied with a smug little grin.
Determined to get out of confinement, Gibbs turned his sweetest smile in the direction of Nanny Mae.
He raised his arms and waited patiently. "Welllllll." Nanny Mae said, "I guess we can let you out, its snack time anyway."
He was free at last.
Gibbs took a hearty swig of his milk and lowered the cup.
"EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW" said Jenny, "you have a mustache. Its ugly, get rid of it."
He was sorely tempted to reach over and pull out a few of those scraggly red hairs, but he resisted the temptation. It wouldn't be nice, cause when she grew up, people might make fun of her missing hair.
And he might just end up back in that damned playpen.
"Well, I think it looks cool Gibbs" Abby chimed in
"Whatta ya think Tony?" Gibbs asked
"Nice boss, really nice, makes you look distinguished."
"Well, I think it makes you look furtive, sinister as well" Ducky intoned somberly
"Jeeze what a crab" Gibbs thought, wisely keeping the thought to himself.
Ziva just shrugged disinterestedly and went back to working on her weaponry.
All eyes turned to Timmy.
"Uh, well, boss. I think it looks ok, that is, if you like it, um, but if you dont like it, you, ah, could probably just get rid of it, that is if you want to. Get rid of it I mean."
Tired of the conversation, Gibbs gave a swipe of his sleeve over his lips and the issue was over.
Gibbs surveyed his team.. He was losing them.
Ducky was off droning a story "I clearly remember, many, many days ago when I was just a lad, my mother had a gentleman caller, he was so condescending to me, it was extremely offensive". This was directed to Ziva, who was oblivious to him while earnestly working on yet another gadget. Jenny was at the Barbie vanity table, preening and stroking what there was of her hair.
Abby was once again stuck mid-way in a somersault. She never had been able to get past the head-on-floor-butt-in-air position. Tony was leering at Jenny, while sneaking closer. He finally got within reach and pinched her.
"Tony," Gibbs yelled, "if I was closer, I'd smack you so hard." Nanny Mae and the other Nannies turned from their poker game at the commotion. Realizing what happened, Nanny Mae walked quickly to Tony, picked him up, smacked his rear and set him back down. She returned to the game and the argument about whose turn it was.
"Why does everybody smack me?'" Tony wailed.
"Listen up people" Gibbs yelled "we have a case to solve, one that might put NCIS on the map"
"What case?" boss Tony inquired.
"The case of the missing binkie, you idiot."
"Ok, boss, what do you want us to do?" Timmy chimed in
"Abbs I need a count of how many people came in this morning. How fast can you get it?"
"Well, Gibbs," she began "it depends on how many there were. I mean, if it was less than ten, we're good to go, I have the ten fingers to get a count on. If there were more than that, I have to try and get my shoes and socks off, and"
"Its going to take time." Gibbs finished for her. "Tony," he barked "check under stuff."
"On it boss" Tony snapped back sharply.
"McGee check the toy box."
"got it boss."
After the search, Gibbs was no closer to his binkie than before.
"Where did you last see it boss?" Tony asked.
"Right here on this shelf." Gibbs patted the low shelf behind him.
"What about that shelf up there?" Ducky asked, pointing straight up to a shelf none of them would be able to reach.
"It's hopeless" Gibbs sighed, "we'll never be able to see up there."
Ziva finally looked up from her project and quickly scanned the room. "It is not hopeless," Gibbs
She crawled to the big red fire truck and pushed it over near the shelf. She took the Barbie mirror from Jenny which set her to wailing. She attached the mirror to the ladder and cranked it to its full height.
They all looked up, they could clearly see the entire length of the shelf reflected in the mirror. Nothing!
Gibbs sighed again.
"Oh for Pete's sake," complained Ziva, reaching up on the table and pulling loose a soft white and purple blanket." Here."
Gibbs blinked twice. "What is this for?"
"Its a new binkie."Ziva replied
"This is NOT a binkie," Gibbs roared "This is a BLANKIE."
Ziva threw her hands in the air, "Ah, your strange American language, very difficult, no? So then, what is a binkie, what does it look like?"
"Well" he said, "it has this little round part, like a tiny balloon, then it has this curved part that fits so nice around your mouth, then theres a ring on the end so your Mommy can tie a ribbon it and attach it to your stroller so you don't lose it."
"Oh" said Ziva in a tiny voice
"What?" barked Gibbs
"Is this it?" she asked as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show something in her waistband that had some curious resemblance to Gibbs' missing binkie
"What did you do to my binkie?" Gibbs howled
"It is good" she said. "See, I pulled out that rubber part, turned it around so this other part curves the other way, so your fingers fit there, then I put this in the middle." She was pointing to a straw she found while crawling around, thanks to a careless nanny. "Then," she went on "you put these in the long part." She opened her hand revealing four dried up pitiful peas left over from lunch.
"Then what?" Gibbs asked, clearly intrigued now.
"Then, you pinch this rubber part real hard."
POW, POW,POW, POW four hardened peas hit Gibbs square in the chest. He looked down in shock.
"I HAAAAAAAAAATE PEAS. And I want my binkie!"
Zivas fingers flew at the speed of light, and in seconds she had restored the missing binkie to its former glory and returned it to Gibbs.
The case was solved. The books were closed on the biggest caper in NCIS history.
Gibbs was content. Binkie firmly in place, he began to drift off. Just before his eyes closed, he noticed a little hand sneaking slowly in his direction.
"Tony," he said "touch my binkie, Ill break your fingers."
Have fun, I did!
Gibbs sat glowering in the playpen. He hadnt had his morning binkie, and was fit to be tied.
The door opened, and Tony's Au Pair came in carrying Tony. Gibbs didnt care that much for Tony, he was such a baby. But his red haired sitter, she was something else. He could hardly wait till grownups could understand him, instead of just being able to talk to all these other babies. But warning signs went off in his gut, triggering an instinct regarding redheads that would unfortunately diminish as he grew older.
Besides, he knew Tony's nanny was mad at him for smacking the crap out of Tony the day before. But Tony could be so annoying.
She deposited Tony on the floor, and he immediately crawled across the room to a cute little dark haired baby who was busily trying to make a slingshot from a rubber band and two popsicle sticks.
"Hey Ziva" Tony said, pinching her arm. She immediately whacked him with the inflatable mallet shed concealed in the back of her camouflage diaper. Ziva had just joined the group yesterday, and Tony was fascinated with her, though she did scare him more than the picture of Uncle Fredrico that his mother kept on the piano.
Abby was brought in by her mom, wiggling to get down and get on with her activities. They were followed by Ducky and his mom. Ducky, being older than the others, was the only one who could walk and actually utter a few words that adults could understand. His mom called him her little Duckling so the other babies just called him Ducky.
Finally McGee arrived. The real baby of the bunch, he had just learned to sit up and crawl and even the other babies could hardly understand what he was saying, with the exception of Abby. With great effort he made his way over to her and she babbled with delight to see him.
Everyone was here now, so the day at NCIS, NANNYS CHILDHOOD ILLUMINATION SERVICES, had begun.
There was still no sign of Gibbs' binkie, and he was sick and tired of waiting for these people to figure out what was wrong and solve the mystery. He needed to get out of this playpen so he could assemble the others, who he thought were individually smarter than all the nannies put together.
The nannies were wondering why Baby Gibbs was even crankier than usual, but were pleased to see the other babies engrossed in their activities. They looked so cute, their little heads bent over their tasks, Ziva concentrating so hard on her little popsicle sticks, Abby and Tim sitting side by side playing quietly.
What the nannies couldn't see was that Abby was busily assembling a DNA chain from the generous supply of blocks available, and Baby Tim was making something that looked suspiciously like a computer from legos. Ducky was carefully dissecting a dead bug he'd found, with a plastic fork borrowed from the Nannies table. Tony, as usual, was sitting in front of the television, watching the never ending babies video, which flashed pictures of babies on the screen over and over. Each time it came to a girl baby, Tony bounced up and down on his chubby little butt, waving his arms wildly.
Before long the door opened, and to the babies' surprise, another Mommy came in, carrying a little girl baby, nearly bald, with signs of wispy red curls showing here and there.
Baby Gibbs sat up and took notice. "Boy," he thought, "there's somebody I could learn to play house with."
"Oh," said Nanny Mae, "Jenny's here. We were worried."
"Just a little traffic delay" said Jennys mom, as Jenny spotted baby Gibbs and began to howl and point at him. "She seems to like that baby in the playpen, maybe if I put her there with him, I can leave without her being upset'.
The Nannys, recalling yesterdays debacle with Tony, were too smart for that. "Oh, I think he might be coming down with a cold, so we'e watching him to see."
Jenny's mom put her in a walker, where she broke the speed limit getting to the playpen. The Nanny pulled her to the other side of the room, behind a doll house, showing her all the nice dollies, more to distract her from baby Gibbs than to merely let her mom escape. Jenny shocked them by making a rapid turn around the house, and straight back to the playpen. Nothing would get in her way.
Gibbs was delighted to have someone close enough to talk to, and he asked "have you seen my binkie? It was here when I left yesterday and now they can't find it. I can't function without my morning binkie."
"Why do you need a stupid binkie, when I'm here?"
"Not the same, I dont think" he replied
"you come out of there right now and play with me"
Gibbs made a face, "you're not the boss of me."
"We'll see" she replied with a smug little grin.
Determined to get out of confinement, Gibbs turned his sweetest smile in the direction of Nanny Mae.
He raised his arms and waited patiently. "Welllllll." Nanny Mae said, "I guess we can let you out, its snack time anyway."
He was free at last.
Gibbs took a hearty swig of his milk and lowered the cup.
"EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW" said Jenny, "you have a mustache. Its ugly, get rid of it."
He was sorely tempted to reach over and pull out a few of those scraggly red hairs, but he resisted the temptation. It wouldn't be nice, cause when she grew up, people might make fun of her missing hair.
And he might just end up back in that damned playpen.
"Well, I think it looks cool Gibbs" Abby chimed in
"Whatta ya think Tony?" Gibbs asked
"Nice boss, really nice, makes you look distinguished."
"Well, I think it makes you look furtive, sinister as well" Ducky intoned somberly
"Jeeze what a crab" Gibbs thought, wisely keeping the thought to himself.
Ziva just shrugged disinterestedly and went back to working on her weaponry.
All eyes turned to Timmy.
"Uh, well, boss. I think it looks ok, that is, if you like it, um, but if you dont like it, you, ah, could probably just get rid of it, that is if you want to. Get rid of it I mean."
Tired of the conversation, Gibbs gave a swipe of his sleeve over his lips and the issue was over.
Gibbs surveyed his team.. He was losing them.
Ducky was off droning a story "I clearly remember, many, many days ago when I was just a lad, my mother had a gentleman caller, he was so condescending to me, it was extremely offensive". This was directed to Ziva, who was oblivious to him while earnestly working on yet another gadget. Jenny was at the Barbie vanity table, preening and stroking what there was of her hair.
Abby was once again stuck mid-way in a somersault. She never had been able to get past the head-on-floor-butt-in-air position. Tony was leering at Jenny, while sneaking closer. He finally got within reach and pinched her.
"Tony," Gibbs yelled, "if I was closer, I'd smack you so hard." Nanny Mae and the other Nannies turned from their poker game at the commotion. Realizing what happened, Nanny Mae walked quickly to Tony, picked him up, smacked his rear and set him back down. She returned to the game and the argument about whose turn it was.
"Why does everybody smack me?'" Tony wailed.
"Listen up people" Gibbs yelled "we have a case to solve, one that might put NCIS on the map"
"What case?" boss Tony inquired.
"The case of the missing binkie, you idiot."
"Ok, boss, what do you want us to do?" Timmy chimed in
"Abbs I need a count of how many people came in this morning. How fast can you get it?"
"Well, Gibbs," she began "it depends on how many there were. I mean, if it was less than ten, we're good to go, I have the ten fingers to get a count on. If there were more than that, I have to try and get my shoes and socks off, and"
"Its going to take time." Gibbs finished for her. "Tony," he barked "check under stuff."
"On it boss" Tony snapped back sharply.
"McGee check the toy box."
"got it boss."
After the search, Gibbs was no closer to his binkie than before.
"Where did you last see it boss?" Tony asked.
"Right here on this shelf." Gibbs patted the low shelf behind him.
"What about that shelf up there?" Ducky asked, pointing straight up to a shelf none of them would be able to reach.
"It's hopeless" Gibbs sighed, "we'll never be able to see up there."
Ziva finally looked up from her project and quickly scanned the room. "It is not hopeless," Gibbs
She crawled to the big red fire truck and pushed it over near the shelf. She took the Barbie mirror from Jenny which set her to wailing. She attached the mirror to the ladder and cranked it to its full height.
They all looked up, they could clearly see the entire length of the shelf reflected in the mirror. Nothing!
Gibbs sighed again.
"Oh for Pete's sake," complained Ziva, reaching up on the table and pulling loose a soft white and purple blanket." Here."
Gibbs blinked twice. "What is this for?"
"Its a new binkie."Ziva replied
"This is NOT a binkie," Gibbs roared "This is a BLANKIE."
Ziva threw her hands in the air, "Ah, your strange American language, very difficult, no? So then, what is a binkie, what does it look like?"
"Well" he said, "it has this little round part, like a tiny balloon, then it has this curved part that fits so nice around your mouth, then theres a ring on the end so your Mommy can tie a ribbon it and attach it to your stroller so you don't lose it."
"Oh" said Ziva in a tiny voice
"What?" barked Gibbs
"Is this it?" she asked as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show something in her waistband that had some curious resemblance to Gibbs' missing binkie
"What did you do to my binkie?" Gibbs howled
"It is good" she said. "See, I pulled out that rubber part, turned it around so this other part curves the other way, so your fingers fit there, then I put this in the middle." She was pointing to a straw she found while crawling around, thanks to a careless nanny. "Then," she went on "you put these in the long part." She opened her hand revealing four dried up pitiful peas left over from lunch.
"Then what?" Gibbs asked, clearly intrigued now.
"Then, you pinch this rubber part real hard."
POW, POW,POW, POW four hardened peas hit Gibbs square in the chest. He looked down in shock.
"I HAAAAAAAAAATE PEAS. And I want my binkie!"
Zivas fingers flew at the speed of light, and in seconds she had restored the missing binkie to its former glory and returned it to Gibbs.
The case was solved. The books were closed on the biggest caper in NCIS history.
Gibbs was content. Binkie firmly in place, he began to drift off. Just before his eyes closed, he noticed a little hand sneaking slowly in his direction.
"Tony," he said "touch my binkie, Ill break your fingers."
