Family Silk
Show: NCIS
Plot: Leroy Jethro Gibbs is a single parent of four young children, well three for the moment. He's waiting for his newest child to be ready to leave from Israel. But when little six year old Ziva arrives at her new home, Gibbs has to be shipped out. Ducky goes to the house to babysit them. What stories will the kids learn?
Chapter 2: A Big Sister for A Little Girl
Gibb's POV
I leaned against the door of my little girl's room. I had tucked her in only minutes ago before in her skull covered pajamas. I wanted her to be happy even if it meant leaving her with Ducky for a few days.
I jumped slightly when I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I looked at the slightly older man beside me. He wore a smile on his face.
"You're plane's leaving soon," Ducky said in a whisper.
"Thanks for watching the kids Ducky," I whispered back before getting my bag from down the hallway.
In a few hours, I would be in Israel, getting a six-year-old girl named Ziva. But I wouldn't be seeing my other three kids for a couple days. My nerves began to fry at that.
I headed down the stairs of my home to realize that the TV was still on. I looked to see Tony lying on the couch asleep. I smiled a bit. The boy was adorable when he wasn't wired on sugar or fighting with his brother.
Before I knew it I was on the plane heading to Israel. I closed my eyes when I was in my seat to keep from looking outside. I didn't know I had fallen asleep until the plane started to land.
I grabbed the carry on I had brought with me before I left the plane. The wind blew as all the passengers left the plane, making me glad that Marines had to keep their hair short.
"Gunnery Sergeant Gibbs," a woman said, smiling at me when I got into the airport's lobby. "I'm from the orphanage."
"Is the little girl ready?"
"She is, but not for a big family like yours. Not yet anyway."
I nod a bit. I understood that from what I heard about her background. The woman showed me to a car that would take me to where Ziva was. I kept my bag near me at all times when we got to the orphanage.
The little girl was sitting at a table all by herself. All the other children were in another room. I slowly walked to her. I knelt down to be at the same level as Ziva.
"Hey Ziva," I said trying a smile on.
Ziva mumbled something in her native tongue. Something that I couldn't quite catch. I let a sigh out. I didn't know it was going to be this hard to communicate with a child I had adopted.
I rubbed my head. Soon I was feeling brown eyes look at me as I sat on my butt. Ziva's dark hair was in her eyes when I looked at her.
"It would be much better if you keep your hair out of your eyes," I said, brushing it out of the way.
When I saw her flinch slightly, I smiled and ventured, "I have a little girl around your age. Her name's Abby. Keeps bringing up a sister."
"Sister?" little Ziva asked, probably just to test out the word.
I nodded and her face lit up. The girl stood up, almost climbing up on the table. The chair toppled back in the frenzy. All the while I was at the orphanage, trying to fill out paperwork that I needed, the girl I was about to bring home kept running sister over her lips.
