Hey guys. Don't know what compelled me to write this, but this is the sequel to How to Tell A Kid Their Adopted. You don't have to have read that to read this, though it might help you understand why Gibbs isn't called 'Dad'. But really, I'm not going to pressure you into reading it. ANYWAY, here we go!

disclaimer: do I need one? they're obviously not mine! (except for Heather, Skyler, and Tristan)

"Skyler! Get down here!"

"What do you want?"

"Heather and I have a surprise for you." 16 year old Tristan Gibbs stood at the bottom of the stairs with his half-sister Heather, who was 17. Soon, their sister Skyler Gibbs came running down the stairs, a surprised expression on her face.

"What?"

"This came in the mail today. Heather had ninth period off today so she came home early." He handed her a manilla envelope addressed to her. She ripped it open and dumped the contents into her hand. She was holding a pair of car keys with a Pontiac insignia on it.

"A Pontiac? Are you sure that wasn't addressed to Dad," Heather asked.

"No. I asked for a Pontiac Firebird for Christmas."

"Do you think they ordered one for you and were planning on getting home early today to pick up the mail before we saw it?"

"Probably." Suddenly, Tony and Ziva burst in the door. They were both laughing. They stopped right inside the door, obviously not seeing the kids there. Ziva brushed some snow off of Tony's coat. They looked at each other. Ziva kissed him softly on the lips. When they parted, Tony poked his head outside again.

"Huh, that's funny the mail didn't..." He stopped when he saw the three kids standing there, Skyler holding the car keys.

"Heh...Merry Christmas?"

"You didn't seriously get me a Firebird." Tony smiled.

"Parked outside." Skyler's eyes widened and the three kids ran outside. Skyler gasped.

"Oh my God! You guys rock!" Tony stood with his arm around Ziva smiling.

The next day, Skyler was driving home from school in her new car with Heather riding shotgun and Tristan in the back.

"How come Heather got shotgun?"

"Because I trust she's not going to contaminate the passenger seat."

"Oh come on! That was one time!"

"Yeah, and Adop couldn't use his car for a week." Adop was what the twins now called Jethro Gibbs. Heather shook her head and opened the door when they pulled into the driveway. She gasped when she saw a face that, although had grown older, she would recognize anywhere. The brown hair and blue eyes that mimicked her own were staring back at her.

"Mom?"

Now put all the assassins away! I will tell you right now that Jeanne and Tony will NOT be hooking up again. There is NO chance of that happening. So don't kill me. Oh, and the picture of Skyler's car is in my profile. And by the way, if you see the name Erika in this story, it's just because I'm so used to writing that for Love, Lessons, and Life that its kinda seeping through. ANYWAY!!! sorry to bore you with such a long Author's Note. I'd be surprised if you read it all. Review if you'd like!