OK, so it's slightly long, but I think it works. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! And also those who favorited and alerted! You all are awesome! But if you could review this chapter and let me know what you think that would be great! I should have the next chapter up within the next few days and that one should be their trip back to DC. Hope you enjoy!

Amelia stormed through the apartment and into her bedroom where her best friend, Marissa was still sitting on her bed. Groaning, she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

"I hate my life," she mumbled. Marissa looked at Amelia,

"You know, it's a good thing I'm your best friend and I can practically read your mind, because no one else would have understood what you just said. So why do you hate your life? I mean, besides the obvious, who did that bitch want to introduce you to?" she asked. Amelia had instantly decided that she hated Miss Ryans, and being the best friend that she is, Marissa hated her too, even if she had never really met the woman. Amelia rolled over and looked at her friend,

"My dad," she said quietly.

"What? For real?"

"Of course for real, why would I make that up?" Marissa shrugged,

"So, why do you hate your life?"

"Because that stupid woman already decided that I was going to go live with him. She never even asked me!"

"Ok, but that's good isn't it? If you live with your dad then you don't have to go into foster care."

"You would think that, but the man doesn't even live in Manhattan!" Marissa looked shocked,

"What? Then how are you supposed to live with him? Where does he even live?"

"Washington DC," Amelia said flatly.

"No! No, no, no, no, no! That does not work for me! You can NOT move to freaking Washington DC! Is this guy crazy?"

"He must be! And Miss Ryans too, that's the only thing that would explain why they think I'm moving to DC."

"Well you're not! There's no way I'm letting you leave! You can move in with me! My parents won't even notice."

"That sounds perfect. I'll pack a bag and we can go right now," Amelia said seriously. She stood up off her bed and pulled a spare bag out of the closet. She began throwing various items of clothing and other random things she might need into the bag. Ten minutes later she had enough stuff packed to last her a week. Grabbing her coat off the back of the desk chair she turned to face her friend,

"Alright, let's go." The two girls pulled on their boots and walked to one of the windows, which opened onto a fire escape. They quickly made their way down to the ground and hailed a cab without anyone realizing they had even left the apartment. After having the cab driver drop them off at Marissa's house they made their way inside.

Back at the wake Gibbs had gone back inside after trying to talk with Amelia and found Miss Ryans.

"So how did it go?" she asked. Judging from the look on his face it had not gone well.

"She freaked out when I told her that I don't live here, that she would have to move to DC. She started ranting and then stormed back inside. I assume she went back to her room," he told the social worker who sighed in response and rubbed her forehead a little. She could tell from the moment she met her that Amelia was going to be a difficult case and so far she had been proven right.

"I'll go talk to her. Maybe her brother can help get her used to the idea." Gibbs nodded and watched as the woman walked off towards the stairs before going to get something to drink. He could tell that Amelia was not going to take moving to DC well and he was prepared for the long road ahead but he sure was not looking forward to it. Sooner than he expected Miss Ryans walked back into the room and made her way back to him,

"Are you sure she came back in here?" she asked him worriedly while looking around at all the people in the room. HE was confused,

"Of course she did, why? What's wrong?" He didn't know why but he was suddenly very worried.

"She's not up in her room, and I don't see her down here. I don't know where she could have gone." Gibbs didn't say anything but rushed up the stairs to his daughter's bedroom. He stopped for a moment and looked around; he knew he could tell a lot about Amelia by the things in her bedroom. It was incredibly clean and neat, everything seemed to have a place and nothing was cluttered. The bed was made although it was a little messy, as though it had been sat or laid upon recently. He looked at all of the pictures she had on the walls and various surfaces. There were pictures of her at all ages with family and friends. He found himself starring at the one next to her bed the longest; it was of Amelia as a newborn being held by her mother in the hospital. She couldn't have been more than a few hours old in this picture and Gibbs found himself wishing he had known of his daughter back then. He looked at the picture a moment longer until Miss Ryans came in the room, followed by Amelia's older brother, Matt.

"She's nowhere downstairs," she informed him, "And she's not answering her cell phone." Gibbs looked around carefully, he noticed that the closet door was open and there were several empty hangers right up front. Another glance around the room and the window caught his eye; he walked over and pushed the window, looking at the fire escape.

"She ran away," he told the other two adults in the room. Miss Ryans looked shocked but Matt simply smiled.

"Well we have to call the police, we have to find her!" Miss Ryans said, panicking.

"Unless you know where she is," Gibbs said, looking at Matt who shrugged in response.

"No idea," he said, not wanting to help these people who were going to take his little sister away from him. Gibbs sighed,

"Look, if you know where she is you need to tell us. We can't just let her be running around the city all night. Who knows what could happen."

"I doubt she's running around the city," Matt told them, knowing his sister would not want to be out in the cold all night. Gibbs glared at him for his lack of help then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"McGee, yeah, I need you to run GPS on a cellphone for me," he said into the phone before quickly telling the phone number. He waited a little bit then hung up the phone, "Got her," he said, leaving the room and heading to the front door, Miss Ryans and Matt following closely behind.

Meanwhile Amelia and Marissa were hanging around in the kitchen and gossiping about what was going on at school. Amelia had ignored her phone the multiple times that it rang and eventually just put it on silent. The two had ordered a pizza since neither one could really cook, so when the doorbell rang Amelia went to answer it while Marissa went to get the money.

"Pizza!" She sung out as she threw the door open. Her smile faded when she saw who was really standing there. Before anyone could say anything she slammed the door shut again, just as Marissa was coming around the corner.

"What the hell Amy?" she asked accusingly. Not giving Amelia time to answer Marissa opened the door again, expecting the pizza guy,

"Sorry about that, my friend is a little crazy," she said, stopping when she saw who was at the door, "Oh, I get it now," she told Amelia apologetically.

"Yeah." Without waiting for an invitation Gibbs walked into the house and the other two followed.

"How did you find me here?" Amelia asked angrily, looking at her brother and thinking that he had told where she was. He held his hands up defensively,

"Wasn't me, I swear. The dude's got some ninja who ran a trace on your phone."

"What! So you basically stalked me! That's so illegal!"

"Not when I'm a federal agent and I'm your father," he told her, "Get your stuff, it's time to go." Amelia stood still,

"It's funny how you think I'm going to listen to you," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Gibbs raised his eyebrows, he had taken down serial killers and murders, but now he couldn't get the fifteen year old standing in front of him to listen. He took a deep breath then spoke calmly,

"I want you to go get your stuff and then we are going to leave."

"And I want you to leave," she told him, still not moving. Gibbs glared at the stubborn fifteen-year old,

"Amelia, please go get your things," Miss Ryans said politely.

"Screw you," Amelia said rudely, rolling her eyes.

"Apologize," Gibbs said firmly. Amelia looked at him, shocked,

"What?"

"Apologize, now. You are not going to be rude to the people who are trying to help you."

"You think this is helping me? You think that tearing me out of my home, away from all of my friends and everything I've ever known is helping me?" she asked incredulously, "Well think again, because this is NOT helping me. I hate it and I hate you and Miss Ryans. SO you can both just go to hell!" she yelled, once again storming up the stairs.

She sure does have a flair for the dramatics, Gibbs thought to himself. Marissa went to follow her best friend but Gibbs stopped her, wanting to go himself,

"I'll go talk to her," he said.

"Oh yeah, cause that worked sooo well the last time," Marissa said sarcastically. Gibbs ignored the comment and went upstairs; finding the room Amelia was in. She was sitting on the window seat, looking out over the city.

"Did you seriously follow me up here?" she asked when she saw him walk into the room. Gibbs sat next to her, "I'm not going with you," she told him yet again.

"But you are Amelia. I know that you don't want to. And I know that you think you hate me for making you move, but it's what's best for you. Either you stay with me or you go into foster care, and I really don't think you want to do that," he said calmly.

"Why can't I stay with my brother? He's not really that bad," she told him, defending her older brother. Gibbs sighed,

"You only know one side of him Amelia; you know the side he wants you to know. He's not capable of taking care of you and he knows it. He wants you to have the best chance possible and the only way you are going to get that is if you move with me."

"That's kind of cocky," she tells him, rolling her eyes.

"Well it's the truth. So now you are going to get your things, go downstairs and apologize to Miss Ryans, then we are going to go back to your house. We will stay here for a few days, but we need to leave sooner rather than later. So let's go," he told her sternly, standing up and expecting her to follow. She stood up and grabbed her bag,

"I'm not happy about this," she told him, walking out of the room.

"Oh, I know," he said in the empty room. He could tell that the next few months were not going to be fun.

So how was it? Let me know what you thought! Or maybe how you think Amelia should act once they get back to DC and how Gibbs should handle it. This could go a number of ways, so readers input always help majorly! Can't wait to hear from you!