Title: Dawn

Rating: PG-13 (language mostly)

Shippings: Gabby and maybe some Tate (maybe)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. DPB and CBS own it all... unfortunately. If I owned it... I WOULDN'T BE KILLING ANYONE! (If you have no idea what I am talking about then I will give you a hint... but don't read this if you don't want to know about the final episode of season two.) Someone is going to die in the final episode. I think it is going to be Kate. NOOOO! (To read more about this, go to chapter 7 of The Blame.)

Gibbs watched as she pulled her dark hair into two low pigtails. She stood there in a plaid skirt, red and black socks, a black shirt with red fishnet over it that said, 'How can you be mad at this?' and shiny black baby doll shoes. "Ready to go?" he asked, standing beside her in the living room.

"Yeah dad. Just let me go get mom." His seven year old ran into his bedroom and came back holding the hand of her mother.

They looked so much alike. One thing was for sure, Dawn had inherited her mother's sense of style, but his piercing blue eyes. Dawn's curly, dark brown hair hung past her shoulders and her smile could light up a room... two more features that made her look even more like Abby.

"Aww look. It's the Dawn Meister," Tony yelled as the trio exited the elevator.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that DiNozzo?" Dawn tried to act authoritive as she walked up behind Tony and smacked him in the back of the head. "It's boss to you."

"Right boss. Well you know... you seem to have a little something right there," Tony smiled, pointing to Dawn's shirt.

"Where?" Dawn glanced down.

"Right..." Tony paused. "There!" He picked her up and began to tickle her.

"Ahh! Help me!" Dawn yelled. Her head was upside down so she saw Kate when she entered the bullpen. "Aunt Kate, help me please!" Dawn laughed.

Kate came over behind Tony and whacked him in the back of the head. She laughed and lifted Dawn off of his lap.

"Watch it Katie. You're not Gibbs... or Dawn," Tony said. "You can't get away with that kinda stuff." Kate and Dawn glared at him, then stuck out their tongues. "Women," Tony sighed, shaking his head.

Setting Dawn down in her desk chair, Kate placed her purse in the drawer next to her gun. "So what did you do over the weekend Dawny?"

"Nothing really. Went to my Nana's and got to watch her make goo-goo faces at how cute I am," Dawn replied, rolling her eyes and trying to be dramatic.

Just like Abby. She uses the word goo-goo. "I see. So now that school is out what are you planning on doing this summer?"

"Probably just hang out here, if daddy let's me of course."

"That's good. You can help me bug Uncle Tony over there," Kate said, pointing at Tony.

"Cool..." Dawn stopped for a minute, thinking. "Aunt Kate, are you and Uncle Tony married?"

"What?" Kate and Tony yelled in unison.

"Well, you guys are always making those faces that mommy and daddy make when they think no one is watching."

"No we don't," Tony commented from his desk.

"Yeah huh. Plus Uncle Tony says some pretty hinky stuff," Dawn replied, using Abby's famous catch phrase.

"Glad somebody noticed," Gibbs piped up. "We have a body. Tony, the truck. Kate and McGee, grab your stuff. Dawn, mom's lab," he barked.

"But dad, I wanna see the dead person," Dawn whined.

"You are too much like your mother," Kate laughed as she grabbed her SIG Sauer out of the drawer.

"I said now Dawn!" Gibbs pointed a finger towards the elevator. Sulkingly, Dawn made her way downstairs to see her mother.

"This is bull," Dawn muttered as she stepped into her mother's lab, Evanescence blaring from the speakers. "I never get to see the body." She crossed her arms across her chest.

"You don't like spending time with me?" Abby asked, popping her head from around the corner.

"Hey mom," Dawn said, sitting down on a rolling stool.

"Are we sulking Abigail Dawn Gibbs?"

"Don't call me that, pleeeaasssee," Dawn begged. She hated being called her full name. "I like just being Dawn because you are already Abby."

"Okay, my mistake." Abby held her hands up as if she was surrendering. "So whatcha wanna do 'til dad gets back with some evidence?"

"Can I play on the computer?" Dawn asked hopefully. She loved the computer almost as much as her mom did.

"Sure. Just remember our promise, be careful what you get into. Deal?" Abby held out her pinky.

"Deal," Dawn said, wrapping her pinky around her mom's.