Rating: R for sexual abuse

Pairing: Slight Kate/OC

Spoilers: None so far...

Well...number two here. This one is short, ten chapters are planned. I definitely plan a sequel, though. This one takes place between 1974 and 1998ish, while the sequel will be in current times. I will say, you may find Kate's family arrangements rather odd, however it's rather necessary for future works. :D lol...and if any of you jump at the name Greg Sanders who is in Las Vegas, I wouldn't get your hopes up. Maybe.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, but I own Kate's family...however odd it may seem. And I'd like to own some other people here, but we are still working that out. ;)

Childhood

Eighteen-year-old Maria Dalkson paused at the check in desk. Before long, however, the receptionist spoke without looking up.

"Name?" She asked, clearly not interested in anything but her job.

"Ma-Maria Dalkson." Maria's voice shook in anxiousness. Her lip trembled. How had she gotten into this mess? She couldn't really be pregnant; it had just been one time. One time full of passion and love. Yet had it been known that it would have resulted in this, that one time would never had happened.

"Well, my dear, I'm afraid you are pregnant. According to your last menstrual period, I would say you are due in April." The doctor had been kinds through the difficult appointment. But April? Have a baby in April? She was barely out of high school. She wanted to continue her education. She wanted to have a career. Then maybe get married and settle down with children. But now, in the next several months, everything was going to change. And so suddenly.

Perry looked sober when she told him he was going to be a father at the age of nineteen. But he had hugged her and said he was happy that they could do this together, if it was going to happen. What did he know? He wasn't going to be carrying an illegitimate child. He wasn't going to have to change his career. He would be able to pursue it. He would only be weighed down forever by her and a baby he had no commitment to. Perry had little commitment to her, she knew. He was trying to act happy, but he had thought he was just going to be a passerby in Maria's life.

Her parents weren't thrilled, either. A good Catholic family, but at least they weren't totally ashamed. The child itself couldn't be blamed. In fact, it could be welcomed with love.

Maria sighed. Perry had just left her, rather dazed, and she felt lonely. She put a hand on her stomach. Who knew what this child could turn out to be. He could follow his mother's example and be trouble at a young age. Or he could be some prestigious person, one whom kings would delight to honor. Maria laughed. She couldn't deny that the maternal instincts were already taking over. Rather scary, considering she was barely pregnant. What was she going to be like by the time she had grandchildren?

Her thoughts wandered to the babe she carried. A girl or a boy? A girl would be fun, a welcome from a family of two boys and herself. Yet a boy would be equally charmingboys were easier, she decided. And names….oh! Endless names! Girl names were not as difficult; Caitlyn was her favorite. But a boy, those names were harder to decide on. Maybe Douglass, after her own father. For some reason she couldn't bear the thought of naming a son after Perry, no matter how kind he could be.

And once little Caitlyn or Doug grew older, then what? Toddlers were the best age. They were independent, yet still needed you. Pre-schoolers were fun. They made you laugh. Older children you could handle, teach them, fill their minds with knowledge. But how was she going to handle a teenager, when she would be not much older than one herself? What about school? Maria grew up in private schools. She couldn't afford that for her own children, home schooling was an option, but in the early seventies it was still an unusual idea. Public school it would have to be, for now.

Again the young woman sighed. She was getting way ahead of herself. "It's not time to plan this little one's wedding yet," she thought to herself. It was hard to admit it, but she was getting excited about this baby. Just a small, small bit.

"Okay, the head is out. Hun, you did it! Congratulations!"

The wails of a baby filled the room. "Very healthy," the young nurse beamed as she said these words. "Little Doug, meet your mother!"

Hehe DOUG!….you thought it was going to be Kate, didn't you:P I got you again! Well, I don't know about again…but anyway, yes Kate will come. But Doug was important, and I thought it better to start at the beginning. :D