This Ones For The Girls
Gibbs sat in his basement just staring at the boat. It had been just over six months since Shannon and Kelly died and he knew he needed a family. He called the local adoption agency to make a meeting with the head of adoption, Mr. Vega. He had gotten an appointment for the next day at 2 pm with Mr. Vega. The day seemed to go slow with out a case and knowing that he was going to go meet with a little boy a girl that could become his son or daughter tomorrow.
Next Day
Two o'clock came faster than Gibbs would have thought. He left about one-thirty to get there on time on of course he was fifteen minutes early. A man in his early thirties opened the door about five minutes prior to the meeting.
"Hello. You must be Mr. Gibbs?" The man said as he opened up the door.
"Yes. and you must be Mr. Vega?" Gibbs said as he replied to Vega's question.
"Yes I am Mr. Gibbs. So your looking to adopt a little boy or girl?" He asked.
"Yes. I am." He said as simply as he could.
"Well. We have plenty of kids of all ages and nationalities to choose from." Vega said smiling.
Vega and Gibbs walked towards a large room on the second floor. These were the kids who were ages three through six played during the day. When Vega opened the door all the kids stopped but three little girls in the corner who looked to be about three.
"Anyone these kids strike your fancy?" Vega asked. Gibbs hated how this Vega man talked as if these kids were simply toys on a rack at the store.
"Yes actually. Those three little girls over in the corner." He said smiling. "Do you mind if I go play with them? See how we interact." He asked.
"Go right ahead Mr. Gibbs." Vega said as he walked out of the room.
"Hello Girls. What are your names?" Gibbs asked as he sat down with the three little girls. It was the little girl who looked the youngest who spoke first.
"I'm Kate. This is Abby. and That is Ziva." The girl said speaking in full sentences. Which caught Gibbs of guard since this girl looked like she was at the youngest two. and in his mind two year old's should not be speaking in full sentences.
"Well hello there Kate Abby and Ziva. I'm Mr. Gibbs." Gibbs said introducing himself to the girls.
"I Ziva." The one little girl who looked like she was from Israel said.
"Ziva. It's I'm. not I. I'm Abby." The little girl with jet black hair said. Gibbs was once again caught of guard.
He smiled as Kate handed him a cup of 'tea'. He said thank you as he played with the girls.
"How old are you girls?" He asked. They looked about two or three. Kate was again the first to speak.
"I'm three." She said smiling as if she was proud of herself.
"I'm three also." Abby said having that same silly yet cute grin on her face as Kate.
"I is three." Ziva said with a thick Israeli accent the indicated that she learned to talk there.
Gibbs was surprised at how much Kate and Abby looked alike. Maybe they were twins or something? He thought. By the time he left it was about four o'clock. He had really developed a liking for Kate, Abby, and Ziva. He had deiced on another meeting with the girls before he made any life changing decisions.
