Judgment Day and Season Six
Note: as far as I know, Scottish Airways doesn't exist.
"Gibbs, is it true you cook steak round the fire like a caveman?" Matt asked. "It's just Tony says that you do."
"Oh yeah, I call it proper cooking," replied Gibbs parking his car outside his house.
"Wait till you see my room," Holly said racing at the unlocked door.
"I've seen your room," Matt said.
"But I've practically lived at yours the last year," Holly said.
Gibbs sighed. It was true, in the last year he'd been so wrapped up with La Grenouille and all that that he'd almost been neglecting his daughter.
NCIS
"Alright, so what would you do if you were rich?" Holly asked. Matt sat on a beanbag in Holly's room and gave Holly a weird look.
"I already am rich!" she said.
"How much money are we talking about then Matt?" the girls jumped as Gibbs opened the door. "Fifty or sixty dollars?"
"Three point six million dollars," Matt said. "My granddad was in charge of an airline called Scottish Airways! My granny lives in a mansion!"
"Really, what's your granddad's name?" asked Gibbs, vaguely remembering a case in '98 involving possible smugglers.
"Chester Fitzwalter," replied Matt very certainly.
Gibbs almost gasped out loud. He remembered the man, a stiff elderly gent who answered nothing without a lawyer. He'd been under investigation for helping criminals get through passport control on the British end, one of them a US Captain who murdered three of his fellow marines, he doubted Matt knew about this, or even Rosie but he was going to have to explain this.
"I'm going to start the steaks," he said. But as soon as he left the room he walked over to his phone and dialled McGee's number.
"McGee, tell me everything you can find about Chester Fitzwalter," he said.
"Okay boss," McGee said. "Chester Matthew Fitzwalter, born 3rd of June 1940, died 12th of October 2003. He started Scottish Airlines in 1977 and was a multimillionaire by 1985.
"He was accused of bribing customs to let paying criminals into America including a Navy captain which got NCIS involved."
"Family McGee?" Gibbs said.
"Wife Violet, sixty four years old, lives in a mansion in London," McGee said. "Two children, Gareth who died aged 13 in 1982 and… boss, Rosie Fitzwalter married NCIS Agent Harry Haycroft in 1999."
"Yeah, it gets worse," Gibbs said. "I was the lead agent on that case."
NCIS
Rosie Haycroft was immersed in the episode of Doctor Who when the phone rang. She lazily reached over to pick it up.
"Rosie speaking," she said wearily.
"It's me, Gibbs," Gibbs said on the other end of the phone.
"Is Matt okay?" gasped Rosie, snapping awake.
"Matt's fine," Gibbs said. "Rosie, I know about your father."
"Then you'll know he was innocent!" huffed Rosie.
"To cut a long story short," Gibbs sighed. "I was the agent on that case. I led the investigation."
There was a moment of silence. "Don't you EVER come near my family again!" she thundered. "I'm coming to get Matt and I want you and Holly to stay away from her and me!"
NCIS
"Rosie," Gibbs approached her. "I'm so so…" Rosie punched him in the mouth, drawing blood before kicking him to the floor.
"Mum, what's going on?" Matt asked, while Holly lingered in the doorway.
"Get your stuff, we're going home this instant!" Rosie ordered. Matt, who had never seen her mother like this, ran for her suitcase.
"Mrs Haycroft, what's going on?" Holly asked, as Gibbs stumbled over to land on the grass.
"Don't go near Matt again Holly," she said softly.
"Mum, I don't want to leave, Holly's my friend!" yelled Matt.
"Come on, NOW!" Rosie yelled, grabbing Matt by the hand and seating her in the car.
"I'll scream," threatened Matt.
"Just don't," Rosie buckled Matt's seatbelt before, getting in and buckling her own. "Goodby Jethro, bye forever!"
The car sped away.
"Blimey Jethro," it was the Gibbs' neighbour, Mr Drew. "Was that another of your ex-wives?"
"After what she just did," groaned Gibbs, managing a weak smile. "I might prefer the seven-iron."
Next Chapter: Gibbs leaves unexpectedly, but without Matt, who will Holly stay with?