NCIS: Suspended

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A/N: Here's the next chapter! More into Ellie's past!

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By the time Gibbs was inside, Ellie had shut her room door.

Correction.

Kelly's door.

Elizabeth had come to live with Gibbs in the spring before she turned 13 , after her father's murder-suicide. Her father, was a Navy Marine, and Gibbs' team had investigated.

Investigation Conclusion:

Her Navy Marine father, got pissed off, pulling a gun on her mother, killing her, and then pulled the gun on himself, ending his own life.

Fortunately, for the team, they had a key witness.

Unfortunely, for Elizabeth, she was the key witness.

Elizabeth Katherine Andrews-Gibbs, would always be tormented with that memory.

Torn out of remembrance, she heard the knock on the bedroom door.

"Come in." She said, getting to her book bag.

"Want anything?" Gibbs asked, popping his head in.

She shook her head. "No thanks."

"Sure?"

She nodded. "I'm just gonna work on my assignments."

"Alright. I'll be downstairs, if you need me."

"Okay."

Gibbs quietly shut the door, and stood there for a minute, before walking away.

"I do need you." Ellie whispered, as she started on her homework.

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Gibbs walked down the basement steps, bourbon in hand.

He sighed.

He didn't know how to control the situation at hand. He knows what he has to do, but.. He couldn't yet.

Gibbs saw how effected she was by the memories of her parents. He understood. He was there after it had happened, and he knew she was the one who saw it all.

She should never have seen her mother murdered, and her father commit suicide.

He wondered if why she was acting out, was because of her parents' death. He'd have to talk to her about that, later.

Gibbs was shaken out of his ravine, when he heard soft footsteps coming down the basement steps.

"You busy?" Ellie whispered.

"Not at all. You get some of your homework done?"

"Some. I got stuck for awhile."

He nodded.

"Can I help you with the boat?" She asked, circling around it.

"Sure." Gibbs pulls out the sand paper and the block. "Here, go with the-"

"Grain." She smiled slightly.

Gibbs smiled. He taught her well. Now, if he could only teach her how to control herself.

After a few minutes of sanding, she paused.

"Hey Gibbs?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I come to NCIS tomorrow?"

"Can you behave?" He gave her that look, arching his eyebrow, meaning business.

"Sure. But can I go with you?"

"With me, where?"

"To a crime scene. I want to know what it's like, to be on your guys' side, instead of the other."

"Absolutely No." Gibbs said, sternly, standing his ground.

"Why not? Just because my bastard of a father, killed my mother, and then pulled a gun on himself, you think I'm going to be too traumatized to face it? To face a crime that somebody else committed, against someone else?" She said, her voice rising, and her hands spread out.

"Because it is dangerous, and I don't want you to get hurt!" Gibbs said, shouting. Something he never did at Ellie.

She swallowed hard, and looked at Gibbs.

"You can't hurt someone, who's already been hurt, one too many times. It just doesn't work that way." Walking over, she put the sanding block on the work table, and headed back upstairs.

Watching her disappear, he was at a loss. At the sudden moment, he wanted to knock some sense into her, like he would DiNozzo.

But, he'd wait.

Because when Gibbs gets a gut feeling, it's usually 100% correct.

And…

He had a gut feeling about something.

And it scared him.

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A/N: So… what do you think will happen?

Let me know! =D

Always,

Semper Fi,

Ellie