Okay, this is dedicated to everyone who read Papa Gibbs and wanted the team to stay young forever (or, at least, forever in FanFiction world). Besides, I kind of missed writing for the de-aged team. What can I say, I'm a big sap :)
Anyway, I'm not quite sure yet if the chapters will go in any particular order, but I do know that I will try to cover every age I can (perhaps into adulthood, but I haven't decided yet). Or, I will write until you guys get bored (or me, whichever comes first) and tell me to stop.
So, thanks for reading and if you read Papa Gibbs thanks doubly for all the reviews.
No matter how hard I wish these characters will never be mine. Alas, I am sad :(
See ya in the next chapter (you know, if you guys want one).
P.S. The dream sequence didn't happen... just FYI
Bye
NCIS
It was a week after Gibbs had told the others he was keeping his team as children; a week after he had requested a desk job at NCIS much to Vance's surprise. There was now a new MCRT, headed by Cassie Yates. He had asked for Stan Burley, but he was overseas and wouldn't be back on land for another six months. Gibbs didn't mind; if he couldn't have Stan, Cassie was the perfect second choice.
He took another week off, spending the majority of it cleaning out the spare bedroom and Kelly's old room. He intended to move the boys into the former and Ziva into the latter. Abby jumped at the chance to do more shopping, and by the time his second week was up, both rooms were full of furniture and enough clothes to last the kids until they started kindergarten... or began growing out of them.
Gibbs was now standing in the doorway of the boys' room, studying the bunk beds crammed against furthest wall from the door. Tony was passed out on the top, his arm dangling off the bed from underneath the child safety bar while McGee was curled into a ball on the bottom, burrowed under blankets. It hadn't been much of a fight over who would sleep where since McGee volunteered to sleep on the bottom the moment Gibbs and Fornell brought the box into the house.
Gibbs ducked out of the boys' room and headed towards Ziva's, stopping in the threshold. She was asleep on her back, sprawled across her small, single bed, her blanket in a heap on the floor, almost as if she had kicked it off. Jethro stepped forward, scooping the blanket off the floor and spreading it over her again.
He stepped out of her room, stopping in the middle of both rooms. He smiled slightly, running a hand through his hair. A gut feeling told him this could work out. It was going to work out.