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A/N same Linda from Gibb's other little girl.
"Pop?" Linda asked, going into the root cellar. "Yes? Yes! What is it Little Girl?" Jackson Gibbs asked. "Do you want me to open the store today?" she asked, taking a can of peach preserves off a dusty shelf. "Did you feed the animals?" he asked, straightening up to look her in the eye. "Yes sir, I even fed Uncle Jethro." She said, slipping the can in her apron pocket. "Go open the store. And put those peaches back missy. Leroy can eat his biscuits plain, he just don't want to." He said, returning to the box he was searching in. Linda grinned and put the can back. She climbed the steps into the kitchen.
Gibbs was sitting at the table with a biscuit in his hand. "Sorry Uncle Jethro. You're going to have to eat your biscuits plain." Linda said, taking off her apron and pulling on a fleece lined jean jacket. "You've got to stop wearing my old jacket." Gibbs remarked, biting into his biscuit. "It's warm, you wouldn't want me freezing now would you?" she reasoned, taking a set of keys off a hook by the door. "You've been driving my car." He stated. Linda pursed her lips and went out the door.
"She's going to kill herself in that car Dad." Gibbs said seriously, remembering the trouble he'd gotten himself into with that car. "Oh please, she drives like a little old lady." Jackson said, coming out of the root cellar with a can of peach preserves. Gibbs chuckled. "I forgot she canned too many peaches." The father said, blowing the last few specks of dust off the can.