The Gibblets

Summary: Gibbs learns that he is the Father of twin five-year-old boys. The gang has to protect them and a twelve-year-old girl from a murderer who wants them dead.

Warning: Contains reference to physical and mental child abuse and attempted sexual abuse. (not graphic)

Warning: Contains a few curse words and mild violence.

Warning: There will be discipline spanking of minor children in later posts. You have been warned.

Gibbs was standing in his kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee, when he heard a knock at the front door. He set his cup down and walked into the living room, wondering who was at the door at 0500 in the morning.

He opened the door and saw a young girl, he guessed around twelve-years-old. She was slender and a little tall for her age. She had shoulder-length blond hair and green eyes.

Two younger boys, around five, were standing behind her. Gibbs could tell that they were twins. They had short medium-brown hair and blue eyes. He thought that the boys looked very familiar.

"Can I help you?" He asked, with a small smile.

"Are you Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" The girl asked.

"Yes."

"We need to talk." She said, her voice was nervous and uncertain.

"Come on in." Gibbs stepped aside and the three children entered the house. The boys stayed close to the older girl.

"Is there a place where Joey and Danny can wait?" The girl asked, nodding towards the boys. "We need to talk in private."

"Of course." Gibbs said, getting very curious. He had no idea who the kids were or why they were there. He had a lot of questions, but didn't want to rush the young girl. He smiled at the boys and nodded towards a door. "Why don't you two wait in the kitchen?"

The boys looked at the older girl and she nodded. "Go on, Boys."

They hurried into the kitchen and the girl looked at Gibbs. He could see the fear in her eyes.

"It's okay." He smiled . "I won't hurt you." He motioned for her to sit down on the couch, and then he sat on the table in front of her.

"I don't have time to beat around the bush or sugarcoat this." She said. "My name is Mackenzie Francis Grant, but I go by Mac. The boys are Daniel Jethro Smith and Joseph Leroy Smith. I think they are your biological sons."

Gibbs stared at her for a moment, in shock.

"Their Mother is Hanna Smith."

"Hanna?" Gibbs asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She passed away three weeks ago, that's when I met the boys. They were sent to the group home I was staying at."

Gibbs ran a hand through his hair and tried to think, the timing was right. Him and Hanna were sexually active about six years ago, and he guessed that the boys were five. There was a good chance that they were his sons.

"They told me what their Mom told them about their Father." Mac continued. "Which wasn't much. They said he was a Gunnery Sergeant in the Marines, then he left the corps and became an agent with the NCIS.

I'm pretty good with computers, so I searched for him. Figured the boys needed a parent, not just some abusive bastard who gets his girlfriend to take in foster kids for the checks the government sends her.

You might be surprised about how many Gunnery Sergeants have joined NCIS after leaving the Marines. I narrowed the search to include names with Jethro and Leroy in them. The boys said that their Mom loved those names, so I figured they may be the Father's name. That narrowed the search down to fifteen names.

I remembered that they said their Mom told them about how their Father used to take her to a restaurant called La Coldets. So I started pulling the men's financials, which narrowed the list down to you. You used your credit card at the restaurant around the time that Miss Smith and the boys' Father were dating."

"Hanna loved their baked chicken with stuffed mushrooms." Gibbs said, starting to really believe he had two sons. He couldn't believe Hanna didn't tell him.

"I found this information a week ago, I was working up the nerve to face you. I was hoping to come to you alone and give you the news a little more gently. Then something happened that forced me to come like this."

She was quite for a moment, then looked into his eyes. "We need your help." Mac said.

"With the abusive bastard?" Gibbs asked, softly.

"Yes Sir. I witnessed him murder his girlfriend, the boys weren't there. They were at school."

"What happened?" Gibbs was still in shock, but tried to focus his mind.

"Three days ago, I decided to play hokey from school. I love school, but I was still sore from the beating I took the night before." She looked at the floor and her shoulders slumped. "I heard them yelling, then I heard him start to hit her."

She was quite for a moment, and then continued. "I ran into the room to stop him, but I…I was too late. She was laying on the floor……." The young girl stopped talking and started crying softly.

Gibbs quickly leaned forward and wrapped his strong arms around the distraught girl. She stiffened at first, then melted into his embrace and buried her face into his shoulder. Mac was surprised about how right it felt to cry on his shoulder, she hadn't cried on anyone's shoulder in almost six months.

After a few moments, Mac pulled away and wiped her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

"Did you protect her a lot?' Gibbs asked, trying to keep his voice soft.

"Yes Sir."

"It's the job of the adults to protect the children, not the other way around."

"I know, but she was so submissive to him, she wouldn't even try to fight back. She just took his abuse."

"Did he hit the boys?"

"No Sir, I wouldn't let him. When he gets mad, he doesn't really care who he hits, as long as he gets to hit someone."

"So you make sure he hits you instead of them?"

"They're just little kids."

"So are you."

She shrugged her thin shoulders. "I can take it."

"That doesn't mean you should have too." Gibbs said, taking her hands into hers. "What happened next?"

"I ran." She said, looking into his eyes again. "I went to the boys' school and grabbed them, the school probably reported them missing. They didn't see me take them. We hoped on a bus and came here. I thought that if the boys were your sons, maybe you could help us. He knows I saw him kill her."

Gibbs looked into her green eyes and, still holding her hands, said "I will arrange a paternity test to find out if I am their Father. And if I am, we will be a family. I take care of my own. But regardless of those test results, I will help you. I will keep you safe, you have my word on that."

"My Uncle always told me that a Marine kept his word." She said. "And he never lied to me."

"Was he a Marine?"

"No Sir, he was a computer programmer who worked for the government. He installed and repaired systems for the Navy, Army, government agencies, and more. We traveled around a lot, never stayed at one place for more then a couple months."

"What happened to him?"

"He was hit by a drunk driver six months ago, killed him instantly. I was at the hotel when the police came by and told me what happened."

"Is that when you were sent to this foster home?"

"No Sir, I was sent to a group home that was pretty good. The people there were understaffed, but friendly. I stayed there for three months, then I was sent to a foster home that was okay. I stayed there for a month, then was sent back to the group home when the man lost his job.

I stayed there for another couple weeks, then was sent to Melissa Craig's home. She was not that bad, but her boyfriend is. His name is Alan Bradshaw. He doesn't live there, but he's there a lot. He takes all of her money, it was his idea for her to become a foster parent."

"Okay." Gibbs said, still trying to let the information soak in. "We are going to NCIS, I want a friend of mine to examine you. He's a doctor."

"I'm okay."

"Just to be on the safe side." Gibbs said.

"Okay."

Gibbs gently squeezed her hands, then released them and stood up. "Come on."

"Danny, Joey." Mac called out. "We're going."

The two young boys entered the room and walked over and stood in front of Gibbs, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You ask him." One of them said, nudging his brother.

"Uh uh, you ask him." The other boy said.

Gibbs smiled and knelt down in front of them so they were eye level. "Ask me what?" he asked gently.

"Are you our Daddy?" One of them asked.

"I'm not sure." Gibbs said. "But we will find out."

"Are you gonna keep Mr. Bradshaw from hurting Mac?" The other boy asked.

"Yes I am." Gibbs promised. "I will keep all three of you safe."

Both boys smiled, instantly believing the man.

Gibbs lead them out to his car, and Mac buckled the boys into the backseat, then she climbed into the front passenger seat. Gibbs got behind the wheel and they began the drive to NCIS.

"Something I forgot to ask earlier when you told me how you tracked me down." Gibbs said, glancing over at the young girl. "How did you pull the financials?"

"Like I said, I'm good with computers." Then she smirked and said, "I can hack into anything."

"That's illegal."

"So is beating innocent children."

"True. What happened to your parents?"

"My dad, Uncle Matt's brother, split when I was a baby. He didn't want to be tied down to a wife and kid, last I heard was that he was in prison for knocking off some bank. He signed away all parental rights to me when I was two. I haven't seen him since I was baby.

Mom died when I was ten, she was rapped and murdered in our home. I was spending the night with a friend. Uncle Matt took me in and legally adopted me."

"Do you have any other family?"

"No Sir. It was just Uncle Matt and me."

"How about the boys? Does Hanna have any family?"

"Not that I know of. I searched for some, but didn't find any."

Gibbs glanced into the rearview mirror at the boys, his boys. Then over at Mac. He had a family again.

I should have more posted soon, hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. I plan on writing more stories involving the kids, if people like the plot.