Note: These scenes were originally posted in the ncis-drabble community on livejournal. They were either written in response to the weekly challenge or as episode tags.

This first one is set a day or so after the end of the season 11 finale, 11.24 Honor Thy Father. (500 words)

SPOILERS: 11.24 Honor Thy Father

Honor Thy Friend's Father

The sound of the door closing and a rustling grocery bag woke Gibbs. He looked blearily toward the front door. "Tobias?"

"I wanted some breakfast."

Now he was awake. He sat up, then stood and stretched. "Power out at your place?"

"Nah, just ..." Tobias shrugged and, giving up on trying to explain, simply looked at Gibbs. After a moment Tobias shifted his glance down, then walked over to the kitchen, where he emptied the bag's contents and started rummaging for cookware.

Gibbs rubbed his hand over his face and followed. He stayed out of Tobias' way and quietly got the coffee ready to start brewing.

"New coffeemaker?" Tobias asked.

"My dad's." Gibbs could feel Tobias' eyes snap over to him with that comment. He concentrated a bit more than he needed to on his task. Only after Tobias started cracking eggs did Gibbs add, "Makes good coffee."

Tobias grunted then said, "Wait 'til you taste my omelets. Recipe's a family secret, though. You should go out and pick up your newspaper, get started on the crossword or something."

"You couldn't have brought it in with you?" Gibbs grumbled.

"Uh-uh. Hands were full. Just go." Tobias tilted his head at the doorway.

Gibbs dutifully got the paper, sat at the table, and unfolded it. Then he got up to find his glasses. He called to Tobias in the other room, "My dad used to do this."

"What? Tell you to sit down and shut up?" Tobias shot at him.

"Well, I meant make me breakfast!" Gibbs responded, then added more seriously, "When he'd come to visit."

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"Gets your batteries charged," Gibbs added, completing his family's ritual response.

Conversation lapsed as Tobias concentrated on the cooking and Gibbs found the sports scores. The coffee brewed and the eggs cooked and Tobias brought out first the mugs and then the plated omelets and set them on the table. He scooted back his chair and sat. Gibbs had abandoned the paper for his coffee.

"Go on. Tell me what you think." Tobias cut into his own breakfast with the side of his fork but waited for Gibbs to have the first bite.

"Mm. Good. You used Tabasco sauce."

"One bite! You figured that out from just one bite?"

"Yup." Gibbs shoveled in some more of the eggs. "You leave me the bottle?"

"In the refrigerator. You heading back to Stillwater soon to settle things?"

Gibbs shook his head, "Already settled."

"The store?"

Gibbs contemplated his coffee cup. "My father had a protégé. Kid he'd hired to help out. Gave it to him."

"You were that eager to close that chapter, Jethro?"

Gibbs tilted his head. "Felt right. Felt like ... Dad was leaving a legacy."

"Your dad left a piece of himself with everyone he ever met."

"Cal got the store, DiNozzo got his sweater, I got his Winchester, and you got his omelet recipe."

Tobias grinned, "Yeah, sounds like I came out on top."