Hello, all! So, I've finally got round to writing the next oneshot in this series! As I mentioned before, I'm trying to go through and rewrite the original oneshots to make them fit the characters better (going through the originals, the characters felt like they were part of a comedy sketch and I really needed to fix that). This oneshot is a rewrite of "A Movie", but I fixed it up so much (so much was wrong in that one) that I had to change the name. So here's the fixed-up version!

Thank you to DS2010 for your review on the previous one! (Yeah, they got off pretty easy considering the circumstances, but at least they had a cute date?)

On a side note, I'm up for ideas on what else could be written! I've got a list of things, but you can ask for things you'd like to see based on the characters and I can fit them into the timeline and write them! Of course, that only works if what you suggest actually fits, but go for it!

Anyway, guys, here's the next oneshot! Enjoy!

Subject: Parkson, Andrew

Date: (5th) July 2012

Location: Virginia, U.S.

Andrew and Jessica were practically silent as they sat on chairs in front of Gibbs' desk, staring down at their feet. At that moment they should have been sat at home, doing whatever they felt like as long as they didn't disturb the neighbours. The only reason why they were actually there was because they had decided to go out and get in trouble by themselves. After all, the two of them never came into the office on a weekend.

It was just a shame that now, Gibbs couldn't quite trust them in the house alone.

Nor could he trust his agents to make sure that his kids stayed in the house as he had told them to.

Walking into the bullpen on the search for his Major Crime Response Team, Vance was surprised to see the kids sitting there alone, facing Gibbs desk and not saying a word. He hadn't interacted with them much, if at all, but from the few times his kids had met them they'd seemed to enjoy their presence.

"Good afternoon, you two," he greeted as he walked into the bullpen. The two kids jumped visibly at the sound of his voice, turning to face him with wide eyes. The way in which they turned towards him was enough to tell him two things: one, he wasn't the one they expected; and two, they were in huge trouble.

Good Lord, they were in trouble with Gibbs.

"What did you do?" the director asked as he moved to half-sit on Gibbs' desk. When all he received were guilty looks from the kids, he sighed. "I know you two did something. Now tell me why you two are sitting in my office building with guilty looks on your faces."

The two shared a look, before Andrew reluctantly opened his mouth to explain.

Andrew sighed as he sat at his desk, elbow leaning on it and chin in his hand. His half-completed homework sat off to the side, a chewed-on pen sitting on top of it. It wasn't as if he was in the mood to complete it anytime soon, but it being there on the table was enough to convince both himself and Gibbs that he was getting something done.

He didn't even need to be doing the homework anyway. School wasn't back in session for a good couple of weeks at least, so he had time to finish it off another day. Instead, he could chill for a while and do whatever he felt like, as long as he didn't do anything stupid that would get him into trouble. Not that he did that (often).

There was just the one small issue of not being allowed to go out – not to meet Alice, not to meet Jon and Terry, not even to meet Peter. Because for some reason he had to stay in the house and watch over it whilst Gibbs took his little sister to the dentist.

As if the house couldn't take care of itself, or hadn't done so for years before he and Jessica had arrived.

This was honestly ridiculous to him.

The teen was startled right out of his moody reverie by his phone vibrating violently on his bedside table, where he'd left it so as to not get distracted whilst he was studying. Of course, that did a whole lot of good when he wasn't studying and was now looking for a distraction to get him away from his homework. Pushing himself across the room on his wheelie desk chair, he slowed to a stop beside his phone and picked it up, quickly unlocking it to see what messages he had.

He wasn't surprised to see that he had a ton from Alice, but he was certainly surprised to see that he had a couple from Peter and Derek and – shockingly enough – Tony. Ignoring the messages from his friends, he went straight to the one from the senior field agent.

[text]: I hear you're stuck behind closed doors.

Andrew scoffed, rolling his eyes a little at that. Trust Tony to try and make a joke out of his situation. He was acting as if Gibbs had put him through this before and he'd come out of it yelling that it was no big deal.

He quickly typed a response to the message.

[text to: Tony]: It's pure torture.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed in reply.

[text]: You live?! Better tell your friends. They all think you died of boredom in your room.

[text to: Tony]: I'm actually so close to that it's unbearable.

[text]: Damn. Hope you live to see tomorrow.

Andrew chuckled as he began to reply to his friends' texts, informing them all of his not so great position: stuck inside all day with nothing to do except do homework and maybe get ahead reading that book they'd have for Literature when the new school year started. The incredulous responses of, "good luck, you're going to die of boredom" he got from them were very reassuring.

It was after he'd sent of the last of his texts to his friends telling them about how he would get them back the next time he saw them that he noticed he had another text from Tony, and he frowned slightly. He hadn't even replied to the man, and he'd sent him another text? What for?

Opening the text to see what it was about, his eyes widened.

[text]: If you want freedom, I've got a free 20 minutes to get you out.

Andrew's mouth went dry. Half an hour to get him out? Oh good Lord he couldn't be talking about…

[text to: Tony]: What, out of Gibbs' place?

[text]: That's 18 minutes now.

He had to make a split-second decision, and he had to make it now, or he would never get out of Gibbs' place. Because Tony needed the time to get down there and actually get Andrew out, before taking him to wherever Andrew wanted to go and then getting back to the office. Without Gibbs knowing what was going on.

This was going to be a piece of cake.

[text]: 17 minutes.

[text to: Tony]: Okay, okay, I accept. Get me out.

Not a minute later, there was the sound of something hitting Andrew's window. His eyes widened as he looked over at the window sharply, and he watched it curiously to see what would happen next. He was startled when the window was hit again, though this time he saw it was by a small rock. Getting up, he strode over to the window and opened it, only to duck quickly when a projectile came flying at his head. He scowled down at the offending thrower.

"Hey!"

Tony winced from his position down in the yard. "Sorry!" he called up, dropping the rocks already in his hands. "Well, you coming then?"

Andrew stared at him for a few moments, before grinning and pulling away from the window and shutting it. He looked around his room briefly, before grabbing his phone and a key for the house and racing out of the room. As he reached the stairs he took them down two or three at a time, grabbing his shoes and pulling them on hurriedly on his way out of the door and slamming it shut behind him.

He was met with a grinning Tony as the door shut behind him.

"You ready to be free, my young padawan?" the agent asked with a grin. Andrew only responded with a snigger, nudging him playfully as he headed towards Tony's car.

"I was ready from the moment I read your text." The teen opened the car door and began to sit down, looking over his shoulder at Tony. "Are we going now or what?"

"Okay, so, now that you're with your little friends, what are you going to do?" Tony asked as he spoke to Andrew through the open window of his car. The two had established that Tony had about five minutes before Gibbs got suspicious and it got more difficult for him to explain his disappearance.

Andrew shrugged as he glanced over his shoulder at his group. All of them were stood there, chatting and laughing with each other. Outside a convenience store not far from the main mall, the group would've seemed suspicious just for hanging out there if they hadn't been escorted by a federal agent. As it was, the agent didn't have his badge on show for everyone to see, so they looked a little suspicious anyway.

"We'll probably go into an arcade, or find a film to watch, or something," Andrew suggested with a shrug.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "You got cash for that?"

Andrew pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "I got my weekly allowance."

Tony sighed, before shifting awkwardly in his seat and pulling out his own wallet and rifling through it for a few moments. He pulled out two twenty dollar notes and held them out to Andrew. "Think of this as your really late birthday present. Don't spend it all. Just… keep yourself entertained, and don't tell Gibbs. Otherwise, I'll be worse than fired – I'll be dead."

Andrew nodded quickly as he took the cash from Tony's hand, his eyes comically wide. "Wow, forty dollars! Thanks!"

"Don't mention it. Ever. Especially in front of Gibbs." He slipped his wallet back into his pocket and settled himself more comfortably in the driver's seat. "Now, go be free and have fun, and don't get yourself into any sort of stupid trouble. And please, for the love of God, if you go to see a film, don't try to sneak into one you can't see like Derek did last week. Listen to Kate and Alice."

Andrew simply nodded as he stepped back from Tony's car, giving him a little wave as he sped off to the office. Once the car had disappeared around the corner, he turned back towards his friends, hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face. "So, who's ready for some fun?"

Jon and Terry glanced at each other, before grinning mischievously. "Oh, we were born ready."

Kate rolled her eyes at them. "Oh, here we go," she muttered.

"We could just go watch a movie?" Peter suggested with a bright smile, a hopeful look on his face. When no one responded to it, his face fell a little, and he sighed. "Or we could do something fun…"

That was what got responses from the others, and even Derek perked up a little, though his face remained ridiculously impassive. Multiple ideas began shooting around, everyone yelling out what they wanted to do, before Andrew slowly raised his hand. Once everyone had gone quiet, he smiled.

"How about laser tag?" he suggested, looking between the others. "Then we can go see a movie afterwards, right? Since we originally agreed to doing that, like, weeks ago."

The others appeared to consider this for a few moments, before general murmurs of agreement flitted across the group. Not everyone seemed impressed with the plan (namely the part about seeing the movie) but it was concluded that they were going along with it anyway, whether everyone liked it or not.

It didn't take the group of friends long to reach the mall, and it took even less time to find the entertainment area within the enormous building. Built mainly for parents who needed their children entertained as they shopped, the mall was equipped with a bowling alley, a small roller rink, an arcade, and (of course) a laser tag arena. In fact, in Andrew's opinion, the only thing that could have improved the mall further was a movie theatre, but considering there was one just a few blocks down, it wouldn't have been all that useful (Kate cleverly pointed out that there wouldn't be much revenue since it would be smaller, only supporting Andrew's point that the theatre would be pointless in the mall).

Weaving through the crowds, the group eventually reached the front desk for the laser tag arena, simultaneously appointing Andrew as their leader and pushing him towards the cashier.

The young man looked up with a bored expression on his face. "Good afternoon and welcome to Super Tag. What can we do for you today?"

Andrew thought it was pretty ridiculous that they asked that question, but he answered it anyway. "Two games for eight people." The teen leaned on the desk. "How much?"

"That'll be fifteen dollars each."

"Fifteen dollars?!" Jon popped up from behind Andrew, giving the man at the cashier an incredulous look. "Fifteen damn dollars for two games of laser tag?! What the hell?!"

"I can only afford one," Kate whispered loudly, looking down at the cash she held in her hands.

Ashley (Andrew sure hoped she'd decided on Ashley today) and Alice were making faces at each other, whilst Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Sharing a glance with Derek, the two males sighed. Honestly, half the time Andrew felt like he was the mature one.

"Okay, make that one game," Andrew amended, turning back to the cashier. The bored guy at the desk's eyebrows rose, but he did as he was told.

"Eight dollars each."

"You get a discount when you play two games?" Peter asked, his eyes wide.

"You guys sure you don't wanna go for two?" Andrew asked the others, looking around at the group.

"I kinda need to eat," Alice pointed out, holding up what little cash she had on her.

"Come on, you know I'd pay for your food."

"Would you pay for me too?" Terry asked, looking excited.

A deadpan expression appeared on Andrew's face. "No."

"One game," Derek told the guy, ignoring everyone else. "We're trying to kill time before our movie."

The guy nodded as he began to total up the payments. "That's sixty-four dollars all together."

Andrew leaned on the desk as everyone began to get their cash out. "Can we pay separately?" he asked.

The man nodded.

As the first individual, Peter, moved forward to start paying, Andrew decided to try and strike up a conversation with the man.

"So... you work here a lot...?" he attempted, which only earned his a raised eyebrow from the guy. The teen decided to try a different approach.

"You seen any good movies recently?"

The man paused at that, before answering as Derek stepped forward to pay with Kate. "There's the new Spiderman movie out."

"The Amazing Spiderman?" Derek's eyebrows rose. "My cousin watched that. He said it was alright."

"It's a different guy," the man explained, "but it's still good. Basically a Spiderman reboot. Either that, or you wait about two and a half weeks for The Dark Knight Rises."

Andrew's eyes met Derek's, and the two shared a small smile.

Bingo.

"I cannot believe you actually did that to me!"

Jon and Terry were cackling as the group headed towards the exit of the mall, whilst Alice looked near furious as she glared at her boyfriend.

Andrew rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "What? It was a game..."

"You sniped me out! Twice!"

"You weren't on my team!"

"You sniped me, Andy!"

"I'm more surprised at how many snipes he got on SEAL boy," Ashley pointed out with a grin, nudging Derek in the side. "You're the only one he sniped more than Alice."

"I snipe everyone I see as a threat," Andrew argued.

"Then why didn't you snipe me or Jon?" Terry asked, his laughter stopping and a frown forming on his face.

Andrew smirked at him. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

It took a few seconds, but an incredulous look formed on Jon's face. "We're lesser threats than Peter?!"

"You guys aren't threats at all."

"What the hell, Andy?!"

The group's laughter and bickering continued as they left the mall and headed for the movie theatre, up until they'd reached the building and passed through the glass double doors to head inside. For a few moments they stood in the lobby, chattering away, until Alice decided to ask the all-important question.

"So, what are we watching?"

"We could watch Ice Age," Kate suggested, earning an incredulous look from Ashley.

"We're not five, Kate."

"It's a good movie series!"

The two continued to bicker lightly as Andrew approached the movie list hung up on the wall. His eyes lingered on one movie in particular.

"So we gonna watch it?"

Andrew didn't even have to look to know it was Derek standing beside him, looking at the exact same name on the movie list as he was. The shorter male grinned.

"I'm more than up for it. The real question is where our girlfriends will be up for it."

"Why are you questioning that?"

"Dude, your girl wants to watch Ice Age."

Derek shrugged. "She'll like Spiderman."

Andrew rolled his eyes as he turned to face the others, who were still bickering about a film to watch. "Hey, what about The Amazing Spiderman?" he asked, watching for their reaction. From the way they stopped and turned to face him, seemingly thinking on his suggestion, Andrew was assuming it was a good suggestion.

"What rating is it?" Alice asked, her brows furrowing as she scrutinised Andrew in that way that told him she would know if he was up to anything.

"A PG-13. No biggie."

Kate's brows furrowed. "Are you sure we're allowed to see that?"

Andrew sent her an incredulous look. "We're fifteen."

"Let's just get the tickets and see this movie, we've ben standing here for ages," Peter whined.

"Does the movie sound good enough for you, your highness?" Jon asked Alice sarcastically, though he winced when he found himself on the receiving end of a glare.

"Call me that again, and I will make sure that I cause so much pain, you'll be crying for your aunt," she threatened, before turning to Andrew with a smile. "Sounds like a good movie to me. Let's get tickets and snacks."

Andrew simply smirked at the twins as he walked off with Alice, hand-in-hand, towards the ticket counter. Derek and Kate were next to follow, and soon enough it was only the twins left standing in the lobby.

"Did she... did she really just threaten me and smile right after...?" Jon whispered. Terry patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"You've just gotta deal with it, dude. That's one thing you've just gotta deal with."

Andrew should've known that he'd be in trouble as soon as he emerged from that movie theatre. He should've known that Gibbs would somehow find out that he'd snuck out of his room to go to the movies.

Tony was such a snitch sometimes.

Of course, the teen didn't realise he was in so much trouble until he spotted a familiar car parked right out the front of the theatre.

And a familiar grey-haired man standing right beside it, his eyes focused on Andrew.

Any chatter amongst the teens died down, Jon's joke dying on his lips, when they all noticed Gibbs standing there.

"Oh, crap," Terry muttered, whilst Peter shifted to stand behind Derek so that he was out of Gibbs' line of sight.

The agent's eyes were focused on Andrew, so much so that the teen was already walking towards the car when Gibbs opened the backseat passenger door.

"Bye, Andy," Alice called out, giving him a little wave when he turned to look at her over his shoulder. He returned the wave as he sat in the car, though he didn't get a chance to say anything before the door was shut on him. A few moments later, Gibbs was in the driver's seat, starting the car and driving off.

The car was silent for the first few minutes, before Andrew decided to break the silence.

"So... how was the dentist...?"

"You left the house?" Gibbs asked lowly, completely changing the subject and terrifying Andrew. The teen hadn't heard Gibbs use that tone of voice unless he was angry with the agents, or just after coming out of an interrogation. He'd never heard it used on him.

The teen wisely decided to stay quiet as Gibbs drove on, though soon enough Andrew got confused. They weren't even heading in the direction of the house.

"We're not going home...?"

Gibbs looked at him in the rear view mirror, and that was when Andrew realised he really was in trouble – Gibbs was angry, and he never usually got angry with him. "I thought you didn't want to stay in the house?" the foster father mocked, and Andrew gulped.

Gibbs was going to make his punishment at the Navy Yard, which definitely meant that Tony was in trouble as well.

Brilliant.

Vance shook his head as Andrew finished explaining what he'd done, sighing. Granted, he knew his daughter would have done the same thing given the chance, but his daughter also knew what was a bad time to test her father's patience, and escaping from the house with a field agent when on a dentist trip was definitely a bad time.

Especially since he couldn't see Agent DiNozzo anywhere.

"You know you shouldn't have done that, right?" the Director asked, a single eyebrow raised, when all he got in response was Andrew sinking further down into his seat, he decided to try a different approach.

"Andrew, what do you think would've happened when Gibbs got home and found you were nowhere in sight? With not even a note or a call to say where you were?" Because they all knew Gibbs didn't text.

The teen paused in his self-wallowing to think about that. Gibbs would've been angry, yes, but... the boy he was taking care of had disappeared. Suddenly. Considering what happened last time Andrew had disappeared, things began to make sense.

"He would've been worried," the teen replied, though he just got more upset when Director Vance nodded. "But we wouldn't have had this problem if he'd just let me go in the first place!" he argued. "I didn't ask to stay at home! I asked to go out with friends!"

"Gibbs can't protect you when you're somewhere he has no control over," Vance pointed out. "He wasn't on call or nearby. If something went wrong, Agent DiNozzo wouldn't have been the one who had to come for you – Gibbs would. And considering he was at the dentist with your little sister, there was no way the man could leave to attend to you if something went wrong. Did you consider that?"

Andrew stayed quiet for a few moments, and Vance took that as a "no".

"Andrew, I want you to think hard about where your priorities lie, and then I want you to apologise to your father. What you did was wrong – you terrified him for no reason other than the fact that you wanted to have fun, when I'm pretty sure you've still got that gaming system McGee set up for you a little while back. You could've tried that online gaming thing instead of going out. Or asked to invite friends round." Standing, Vance sent the teen one last look before turning to head to his office.

Before he left the bullpen, though, he turned back. "Wait, Jessica. What did you do to get in trouble?"

The little girl twiddled her thumbs and stared down at her feet for a few moments, before answering, "I bit the dentist for making fun of my hair."

It turned out, Gibbs didn't punish Andrew at the Navy Yard. He punished Tony with promises of extra mounds of paperwork once their case had finished and a lot of yelling about how he had no right to take his foster son out when he'd been told he couldn't leave, sure, but absolutely nothing had been said to Andrew at all.

Not until they got home.

"What were you thinking?" Gibbs rounded on the teen as soon as their shoes had been taken off and Jessica had headed upstairs, waiting for Gibbs to have a word with her. "You just thought you could waltz out of the house, when I told you not to, and do what you wanted?" When Andrew didn't answer, Gibbs continued. "Something, anything, could have happened to you, Andrew! Anything! I can't protect you when I don't know where you are because you do stupid things like this!"

"I didn't get hurt," Andrew mumbled just loudly enough for Gibbs to hear, angering the man even further.

"Oh really? What if you had? What if there had been a mugging? Or a shootout? Or, God-forbid, a bomb?!"

That last question (or rather, explosion, pun intended) alone was enough to make Andrew realise exactly how worried Gibbs was. A bomb. He was still shaken up after what happened a couple of months back, and Andrew couldn't blame him.

After hearing the news cast from school, only to be told to sit down when he was trying to explain that he needed to call his dad and find out if he was okay, Andrew had been majorly shaken up. And then hearing that Ducky was in hospital for a heart attack had made it even worse. That day, Andrew had spent pretty much the whole afternoon in the school councillor's office because he couldn't focus in class and kept yelling at the teachers for not letting him contact his dad, only to stay at Alice's for the week until the case was solved and Gibbs felt comfortable enough bringing them home. They'd all been rightly shaken up by the bombing, and the resulting aftermath.

Only, Gibbs was the only one who hadn't dealt with it properly. Not yet.

"I'm okay, dad," Andrew reassured gently, finally looking Gibbs in the eye and offering him a gentle, reassuring smile. "I didn't get bombed, or shot at, or mugged. I'm alive, and I'm safe. It's okay. I'm okay."

Gibbs just stood there, staring at Andrew for a few moments, before pulling him into a tight hug, resting his chin on his head.

"I was so worried," Gibbs whispered, before kissing Andrew on the head. "You know that anything could have happened?"

"The bomb wasn't your fault, dad. Everyone's alive. We're all safe. And I'm safe, okay? Don't worry."

The two remained standing there in silence, before Gibbs spoke.

"You're grounded."

Andrew didn't even bother arguing. "Okay."

It was a few moments more before Gibbs let go of the boy, sighing and patting the teen's head, before he turned to head upstairs. Andrew had a grin on his face as he followed.

"So... Jess bit the dentist, but? At least he knows her teeth are strong."

Gibbs had to let out a snort at that, smirking over at the teen, before shaking his head.

This one is set in summer 2012, which means it follows the Season 9 finale - hence the mention of the bombing. I feel like I just need to rewatch all of NCIS from season 8 again to keep up with this. XD

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!