Hi people! So here's a little story I thought of during science class! It's based in the future NCIS universe and features Jibbs, Tiva, McAbby, and their kids! Yay! This'll probably become a multi-chapter story but only if you guys are interested. Read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, but I do own their fictional children, at least until they actually have some of course! :)
The large family of twelve stood around a small picnic table, each person throwing random items of food on their plates in a race to pick up all of the best things before they were gone. As the group slowly dispersed around the yard, shouts, burbles of laughter, and quiet giggles all rang out, everyone settling down for a nice Fourth of July Barbeque. Sitting in the shade under a small dogwood tree were two federal agents, one rolling her eyes as the other babbled on about a movie he'd just bought. A few feet away from them sat a laughing redhead and her chuckling husband, both watching as a tall, black haired woman stuck her tongue out at the man next to her. Across the yard were six young children, half of them shoveling food into their mouths like there was no tomorrow, the other half chasing a small boy around the yard.
"Tommy! Gimme back my hair-bows now!" The boy's older sister yelled, finally managing to tackle him and yank her red and pink hair ties out of his hands. She grinned triumphantly, still perched on his chest, as she pulled her short black hair into pigtails, patting down her bangs.
"Get of me, 'Lexa!" Tommy yelled, struggling to throw his sister off.
"Nope, not a chance, Tommy." Alexa replied, giggling.
"Allleeeexxxxaaaaa! Get over here or I'm going to eat all of your food!" A boy with unruly brown hair yelled from his position under a japanese cherry tree.
"Don't you dare, Leo!" Alexa yelled, hopping off of Tommy. Turning back, she gave him a short look, rolling her eyes. "You got lucky."
As Alexa skipped off towards the boy and two redheaded girls, a tiny brunette child walked up to Tommy, sticking out her hand. "Come on, Tommy. Your burger's gonna get cold." Lifting him up, she grinned at him widely, pulling him back over to their heaping plates of food.
"Thanks Talia." Tommy said, blushing slightly as she let go of his hand and settled down next to her own brother.
"No problemo!" Talia responded, whipping her head around and grabbing her brother's hand just as he was about to pop a chunk of watermelon in his mouth. "Drop the melon or suffer the consequences." She threatened, her voice as cold as ice as the boy slowly set the red fruit back on her plate, casting a glance towards Alexa, who giggled.
"Talia DiNozzo! How many times have I told you not to threaten your brother?" Ziva yelled across the yard, glaring at Tony's amused expression.
"Sorry Mommy!" Talia replied, flashing her brother a warning glare.
"She gets that from you, yah know." Tony said, wincing as Ziva slapped his chest lightly.
"She does not. And even if she did, that would mean that Leonardo got his ravenous hunger from you." Ziva countered, pulling her plate away as Tony made a grab for her own slice of watermelon.
Back across the yard, one of the redheaded girls turned to her sister, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Phoebe, why do we hang around these bozos?"
"Because, Amanda, we fit in perfectly." Phoebe answered, running her hands through her straight red hair.
"Well I for one would rather be shopping." Amanda said, wrinkling her nose as Alexa shot a chunk of watermelon in Leo's direction.
"Shopping? Really, Amanda? Out of all of the things to do in the world, you'd rather be shopping?" Phoebe asked incredulously.
"Yep. Unlike you, I like to spend my time productively and not working on some pointless boat with Dad."
"Hey! Our boat's cool."
"How the heck do you get it out of the basement, anyways?" Amanda questioned, glancing back at her house curiously.
"That's for us to know, and you and mom to wonder about." Phoebe grinned, turning to see her mom laughing at another of her dad's jokes, which only her mom seemed to find funny, and actually get for that matter.
"Hey Phoebe, Amanda, wanna play tag with us?" Talia yelled, giggling as she dodged out of the way of Leo.
"Sure, Tali. We'll be right there!" Phoebe yelled, standing up and turning back towards her sister, who was patting down her curly red hair. "See, this is fun, much better than toting heavy bags full of junk you'll never wear around a mall."
Amanda shrugged, standing up and straightening her dress before joining the rest of her extended family in a game of tag. Thirty minutes later, when the children had finally used up all of their energy and the adults had all joined Tony and Ziva under the tree, Alexa jumped on Leo's back and announced the thing that everyone had been waiting for since the party started.
"Uncle Gibbs!" She yelled, motioning for Leo to walk over to Gibbs, who was staring up at them wearily. "It's story time!"
"Sorry, Alexa. I'm a bit tired, I thought I'd go to bed early today..." Gibbs said, saying the exact words he said every year when it was time for annual Fourth of July storytelling.
"Nope, too late for that. We're all already here." Alexa replied, sticking to tradition as she hopped off of Leo's back and sat down to the left of Gibbs and waited for the rest of the children to join their little circle.
"Alexa, you're eight. Don't you think you've outgrown these stories?" Gibbs questioned, knowing the response he'd gotten every year since the tradition stared five years ago.
"No sirree! Now, this year's story better be good, I didn't come all this way and put on this monkey-suit for nothing!" She said, gesturing down to her dress.
"I think you look foxy!" Leo chimed, about to say more but stopping himself when he received matching looks from his parents.
"Shut up, DiNozzo." Talia and Alexa said, giggling at their perfectly in sync voices.
"Come on, Gibbs!" Abby whined, glancing at McGee, who seemed quite amused at her childish tone. "We all wanna here a story. Right, Timmy?"
"Sure." McGee said, automatically agreeing with Abby.
"Tony? Ziva? Jenny?" When the other three nodded, Abby turned back to Gibbs, feeling very successful. "See?"
"Come on, Jethro. Just one, for old time's sake?" Jenny asked, leaning into Gibbs and looking at him meaningfully.
"Fine." Gibbs muttered, tearing his eyes away from Jenny and looking at the group of children surrounding him, gazing at him hopefully. "But it's not going to be a very good one."
A collective cheer was heard, silenced by an overly excited Alexa shushing everyone. Gibbs sighed, finally beginning his story, much to the joy of both his coworkers and their children alike. Everyone's smiles were wide, ecstatic for the yearly retelling of a story of the old days at NCIS from Gibbs' perspective, which never failed to entertain no matter how many times he told them.
Well? You like? This story will probably switch between the future NCIS life and the past through Gibbs' eyes. That is, if I continue it. Should I? Review please! :