Alright guys, I know I shouldn't be starting yet another story, but I've decided to go ahead and focus on this one and one of my Grey's ones. Hopefully you like this chapter and continue to read. I'm working on chapter 2 right now, but I'm not sure when it will be up. SO PLEASE review and let me know what you think

Amelia Grace Covington sat by herself in a private room at Mount Sinai Hospital, wishing someone could turn back time and start the day over. The day had started out normally enough, wake up, go to school, and come home from school. That evening though they had a benefit to go to, not that there was anything new about that, but the events that happened after the event were life changing. Her stepfather had insisted on driving the family himself, rather than their normal driver. On the way home from the benefit a drunk driver blew through a red light and slammed into the passenger side of the car. Her mother had died upon impact and her step father was thrown through the windshield as he had not had his seatbelt on. He was taken to the hospital and rushed into emergency surgery but never made it off the table. Somehow Amelia managed to survive and escape the car without much damage. She had a concussion and some cuts and bruises but other than that she was just fine, health wise anyway. Mentally she was shutting down, she may not have been close to her parents but it was still a horrible feeling, knowing they would never be with her again. Aside from her brother she was all alone in the world, and only fifteen. What would happen to her now, she wondered. Would she be placed in foster care? Where would she live? What about her school? She was broken from her thoughts by the sound of the door opening followed by the voice of her brother,

"Mia?" he said softly. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and before she could even say anything he was sitting with her on the bed, holding her tightly in his arms, "I'm so glad you're ok!" he told her.

"It was horrible," she whispered into his chest.

"I know Mia, I know," he said soothingly, rubbing circles on her back gently. Neither of them said anything else, not knowing which words were the right ones. Eventually Amelia fell asleep and Mathew continued to hold her and rub her back. About twenty minutes after Amelia fell asleep a doctor and another woman walked in.

"Hello," said the doctor, "I'm Dr. Williams, are you family?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm Amelia's brother."

"Well I am very sorry for your loss, especially for Amelia, losing her parents at such a young age. This is Angela Ryans, she works for Family services and has been assigned to Amelia's case."

"What case?" Mathew asked, confused.

"Well she has no parents now; we have to find her someone to live with."

"Can't she live with me?"

"We will have to see. We have to do an evaluation and home study and figure out if you are suited to raise a teenager."

"But she's my sister, where else would she go?"

"We would place her with a foster family. Or from my understanding she has a father out there somewhere, perhaps we could contact him and he would be willing to take her." Mathew was in shock. He knew that they would never allow him to have custody of Amelia. He had a history of drinking and drugs and getting into trouble, no one was going to give him a fifteen year old.

The doctor had released Amelia the next day and she had immediately been placed into a foster home. As soon as she had stepped foot in the door she disliked the place. For one thing there were kids of all ages running around everywhere and all of them seemed to be screaming or crying. The husband and wife who owned the house didn't seem to care what the kids were doing and simply locked themselves in their bedroom unless they needed to come out to yell at someone. It had been three days now since her parents had died and she had been in the foster home and today was the funeral. She dressed in the black dress her brother had picked up for her with black tights underneath and black shoes. Her brother was dressed in a black suit and together they made their way to the church where the service was being held. The funeral seemed to pass by in a blur and soon enough they were watching as the two caskets were being lowered into the ground.

Amelia was now in her own bedroom again, sitting on the bed with her closest friend who had come to support her. There was a wake going on and she knew she should be out there to talk with people but she couldn't bring herself to leave the safety of her bedroom yet. There was a knock on the door and Miss Ryans stepped into the room.

"Amelia, I have someone for you to meet," she said.

"I don't want to see anyone right now," Amelia told her quietly.

"He's flown in especially to see you Amelia; you need to come with me." She said sternly. Amelia sighed and rolled her eyes, but got up off the bed and followed Angela to her father's study. She paused at the door, she had only been in here once and other than that she was not allowed in there. "Come on," Angela prompted. Amelia took a deep breath and stepped into the room. It was just as she remembered it the first and last time she was in there. It was well lit but seemed to be musty. In the corner was a man. He had grey hair but stood tall and looked slightly intimidating, though Amelia would never let him know that.

"Amelia, this is Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Angela told her. Amelia was confused,

"Ok, did you know my dad or something?" she asked. The man shook his head,

"No, I knew your mom."

"Oh," she said shortly, still incredibly confused. Angela spoke up again,

"Amelia, while I was searching your background to find if you had any family to live with I came across the fact that Richard was not your real father,"

"I know that already," she said bluntly.

"Yes well, I did some more researching and found that Mr. Gibbs is your father. I had a judge sign off on the paperwork and you will be living with him, starting immediately." Amelia starred at Angela and the man who was supposedly her father. Then without saying a word she turned and walked out of the room. She ignored everyone and made her way out of the apartment completely. She took the stairs up to the roof and walked to the edge. It was the middle of winter and she was up here without a coat so she was freezing, but the few times when her mother actually spent quality time with her when she was younger they came up to the roof, and that was where she wanted to be right now. After about five minutes of alone time she heard the door open. She didn't turn around and the person walked closer, wrapping a coat around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said softly.

"You're welcome," the voice said, it turned out to be Gibbs.

"How'd you find me up here?" she asked, starring out at the city.

"Your brother told me where you were. Thought I'd come talk to you, see how you were doing."

"Well I'm just peachy, so you can go away" she said sarcastically.

"I know you're having a hard time right now, but I want you to know that you can talk to me if you need to."

"I don't even know you," she said accusingly.

"I know, and I wish you did. I would have loved to know you sooner. I really wish your mom had told me that she was pregnant."

"Yeah well, mom couldn't do anything that didn't revolve around planning a party or some kind of event," she said meanly. "Why do I have to live with you, why can't I live with Matt?"

"The judge decided that you will be better off living with me," he told her. "We can pack your stuff up tomorrow and ship it all to my house."

"Do you live in Manhattan?" she asked. Gibbs took a deep breath; he knew the young girl standing in front of him wouldn't like what he had to say next,

"No, Amelia I live in DC." He said. Amelia's jaw dropped in shock,

"Excuse me?! You did not just tell me that you live in freaking Washington DC! How can you expect me to move to a completely different state! Especially after my parents just…especially after what just happened! I don't want to move! I want to stay right here in New York and never leave. I 'm not going anywhere!" she yelled before storming off back into the building. Gibbs stood there a little shocked, he had dealt with many things in his life, but suddenly being in charge of a fifteen year old was new to him, and honestly, he was a little worried…though he would never let anyone else know that.

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