If you have read my other stories you will know I have a problem. I am starting another story line and think people might start hating me for it since I can't keep all of them up! I'm sorry Also, I am still alive, summer is here and my goal is to write more now (we shall see). Don't blame those of you who have given up on me!
^^^Teenage Tim^^^
"But dad, James asked me to go this weekend."
"Tim" Gibbs said as his patience grew thin. "I understand that, but your grandfather is coming this weekend since Tony will be home." The father reminded for what seemed like the tenth time this week.
Tim's friend James had invited Tim and a few other friends for a weekend trip to Washington D.C and Gibbs was not about to leave his youngest son in the hands of a twenty two year olds responsibility. Especially with how dangerous it was in Washington D.C. Gibbs had offered to bring him and his other friends on a different weekend as a compromise, but Tim had been too upset to listen.
Beyond that, it was a rare occasion when Jack came over outside of holidays and this was one of those weekends. It was early May and Tony would be moving back for his first summer from college and the grandfather was going to pick him up and bring him back home.
"Tony is going to be home for the rest of the summer though!" Tim whined.
"And there will be plenty of other weekends you can go to D.C" Gibbs countered.
Tim huffed angrily. He did not understand how his father could not see how this was a big deal for him. He knew Gibbs had offered to bring him and his friends on the trip later that summer, but with James it would be his older brother bringing them, not a father.
"That's not the point! I don't understand why you are being such an ass about this!" Tim cried out.
Gibbs lost all his patience with that. He was trying to be understanding as possible, but that was no excuse for the way Tim had been treating him these last couple of days.
"Timothy Jethro, I am done talking about this. My answer is no, and it will stay no. Now you have lost screen time until Sunday." Gibbs told his upset son calmly.
That served only to anger his son more. He needed to get out of the kitchen before he said or did something that he could not recover from.
"Fine." He muttered. "But I hope you know I am not going to have any fun this weekend." Tim huffed before stamping up the stairs
^^^Teenage Tim^^^
Truer words had never been spoken, Gibbs thought to himself. It was only Wednesday when Gibbs and Tim had their final discussion about the weekend. James had called once to see if Tim would be joining them on the trip and the teen had glared down his father, staring him right in the eyes as he told his friend he would not be coming. Tim had continued to push his limits throughout the week but nothing that required reprimand. Tim just sulked and moped around. By supper Thursday night, Gibbs had given up all pretenses of trying to keep a conversation.
And by Friday night when Tony and his grandfather were supposed to arrive, Gibbs had had enough. As it was the day Tim was supposed to leave with his friends he was especially crabby. And Gibbs knew it the minute his son walked in the door. He had allowed Tim to throw his backpack on the floor, choosing to pick his battles, but was not about to allow him to leave the milk out while he ate a snack.
"Hey Tim, can you put the milk away before you sit down?" Gibbs asked kindly. Truthfully, Tim knew he should put it away before he ate anyways and never had a problem unless he was upset. Knowing this, Gibbs led with due caution.
"I'll get it when I am done." Tim muttered before sitting down.
"Now, please. It will go bad otherwise." Gibbs ordered softly.
Knowing he wasn't about to win this, he huffed and got up. He tried to walk around his father, but Gibbs swiped his arm, effectively stopping Tim in his tracks.
"Timothy, enough." Gibbs said. All traces of joviality gone. "Tony and your grandfather will be here soon. You can be as mad at me as you want, but I will not tolerate this behavior. Am I clear?
Tim just stood there, staring at the fridge. He knew he shouldn't be this angry, and he sure as heck knew he had pushing the line with his dad, but he could not bring himself to care. Tim was surprised that he had not gotten into more trouble than he already had. Sure, he had no electronics until Monday, but his father was big on respect and as of yet had not really been called on his behavior. Tim knew he got of pretty lightly.
"Whatever" Tim replied, knowing full well how Gibbs hated that word. He pulled his arm out of his father's grasp and turned around and ran smack dab into his grandfather. In his anger, he had not heard the car pull up or the man walk in.