A/N : Thanks for my one review :) it seriously made my day. Just like to say, I know the story seems a bit slow at the moment but it's getting there. I have actulley written the whole thing, I'm just added the finishing touches, adding a bit here and there.

Just a warning now, it may or may not contain spanking, honestly not sure yet. Even if it does, it won't be too graphic. But there will be defianant mentions of it and a few swats.

Please review. Good or bad, I don't mind. I could do with constructive critism.

Oh and I don't own any characters ovbs.

Gibbs' house was average sized, three bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room, dining room, a kitchen, a small front garden with a larger back garden and of course the basement.

He had moved all of Shannon's and Kelly's belongings into the attic before his son had gotten there. He had painted over the pink walls in his daughter's old bedroom, giving it a more masculine colour of blue for his son.

It had hurt him to do it, but he knew it had to be done. He had a teenager to care for now, with his own losses, he didn't need his fathers on top of that. But Gibbs still couldn't bring himself to take the photos down that were around the house.

Gibbs had shown him around the house, telling him to un-pack before he headed to his own bedroom to change into a pair of tracksuit bottoms and his NIS top.

He headed down to his basement to start working on the boat he had just started, pouring himself three fingers of his favourite bourbon, before he got to work.

He smiled to the picture of Shannon and Kelly, wondering what Kelly would have been like with her younger brother. Would they both have winded each other up as normal brothers and sisters do, would Zach have stopped a man from flirting with her even if there was an eleven year age gap. He downed the bourbon and poured himself another; he would sadly never know these answers.

Gibbs heard Zach heading towards the basement door. The teenager was trying to be stealthy but seeing as it was Gibbs it didn't work.

Zach was wearing nothing but a pair of Everton shorts and dog tags, showing of his muscles. He was creeping down the steps as quietly as possible making sure his father kept his back turned.

"What you making?" the teenager asked loudly as soon as he reached the bottom step hoping to give the man a fright.

Gibbs turned around slowly, taking a gulp of his bourbon and looked at his son. Zach was slightly disappointed at not making the man jump. He used to sneak up on his family all the time making them jump it was funnier when they were holding a drink or something.

"A boat" Gibbs swirled the last bit of bourbon around before drinking it.

"Ace, can I help?" Zach's face lit up. His father could build boats how great was that; the blond loved the sea and nearly anything to do with it.

"Yea sure, just go put your shoes on" Gibbs put on a happy face. Secretly he just wanted to be alone tonight to wallow in his memories.

"I'm good without ta" Zach shrugged and walked over to examine the small bit of boat Gibbs had already put together.

"No Zach you are not." Gibbs frowned, the boy better start learning to listen to him. It hadn't even been a day yet and they had already had their first fight "You put them on or you don't help. There are nails and splinters on the floor. I am not taking you to hospital on the first day of you being here"

"FINE!" Zach growled at him "I didn't even want to help anyway" with that he stomped up the stairs slamming the basement door.

Gibb's snatched a piece of sandpaper off the side, sanding a piece of wood furiously to stop him self going after the boy. He wondered if all teenagers had mood swings like this or was it just his son. One minute he was happy and eager to help out but as soon as he had been ordered to do a simply thing he snapped and stomped out of the room.

Gibbs had worked on the boat until mid-night. He usually worked on it until the early hours of the morning but his face was killing him, all he wanted to do was take a few painkillers and go to bed.

He walked into the living room to find his son fast asleep on the couch with the television on. Gibbs turned the TV off before tucking a blanket around Zach and kissing his forehead. He looked at his peaceful boy smiling. Zach wasn't as grown-up as he tried to act.

Zach yawned and woke up when he smelt something cooking. He groggily dragged his feet into the kitchen and slumped into a chair.

"You like pancakes?" Gibbs asked from over the cooker.

Zach just nodded at him, resting his forehead on the table. The time difference had caught up to him, he couldn't sleep when it was bright and sunny out though, or when he could smell something delicious.

Gibbs tapped the back of his head lightly so he could put the pancakes in its place. Zach took them gratefully, placing his arm around the plate supporting his body and stabbing the fork into them.

Gibbs placed his own plate and second cup of coffee across from him, not taking his eyes off him as he began to eat.

"Jet lagged?" Gibbs swallowed the last of his pancakes. Zach just grunted at him still chewing.

The marine got up, filling his own cup of coffee and pouring a second cup with milk in it.

"Here" He passed him the milky coffee, hoping it would wake the boy up slightly.

The boy drunk half of it greedily before thanking him, using words this time rather than grunts.

"Everyone's coming round for a barbeque later and to finalize the plans" Gibbs told him.

"Plans?" he enquired, warming up his hands on his mug.

"Camping" Gibbs drunk the last of his coffee and took the dishes to the sink "Were going tomorrow, everyone has booked the week off, and the kids are taking it off school. Figured you could get enrolled the week after"

Zach smiled weakling, unconsciously rubbing his fingers over the name engraved on his dog tag. Of course Gibbs noticed something was wrong and had a slight suspicion being the special agent he was.

"What's wrong?" Gibbs sat back down at the table.

"Nothing" Zach sighed.

"It's the name isn't it?" Gibbs smiled slightly "Hey I don't expect you to change your name. I knew it was your step-father's and I don't expect to replace him, but I still am your biological father and I couldn't put some other mans name of my son's gift"

"Replace him?" Zach snorted disbelievingly.

Gibbs felt like he had been slapped in the face, yes he knew his son used to have another life but it still hurt that he would call a different man dad.

"He was not my father" The boy spoke vehemently.

Gibbs tried his hardest not to smile at that knowing it wouldn't be appreciated.

"He was a selfish, lying, cheating bastard who couldn't give a toss about his wife and two children. He was cheating on my mother with other woman for years but she wouldn't do anything about it." Zach rubbed his bandage knuckle remembering what it felt like when he had beat the lanky man up and broke his arm the time he had caught him kissing another woman in the pub. Zach had been kicked out the house for over a week that time, he had to stay with his friends.

Gibbs said nothing hoping Zach would carry on talking which he did.

"Theo and Rhi loved that man and he did nothing but let them down constantly. He told them he would take them somewhere and every time the day came he would tell them he was too busy and go and see one of his sluts." Zach felt the tears brim up in his eye thinking about his baby brother and sister.

"Leaving me to comfort them each and every time he buggered off. In the end they gave up with him, preferring to come to me instead of their own father" Zach wiped away the falling tears, not looking at Gibbs.

"He hated me just as much as I hated him. I don't see how he could have those two wonderful kids and throw it all away. I know I wouldn't." Zach gritted his teeth trying to force the tears back.

"Three wonderful children" Gibbs corrected him, wishing the man was alive so he could beat some sense into him.

Zach looked up at him confused "He only had two kids Gibbs"

Gibbs wanted nothing more than to grab the boy and hug him.

"He had a step-son as well, who deserved to get treated a heck of a lot better than he did. No matter how misbehaved he is" Gibbs smiled slightly, feeling his heart break as he saw the tear marks on the boys face making him look younger than his sixteen years.

"Yeah sure" Zach shrugged not really believing what his father had said. Gibbs stood up and rounded the table using his finger to tilt Zach's head to face him.

"Zach you're a good kid. I know you don't show it to the world; you haven't even been with me a day and I can tell. That man didn't deserve to have you in his life." Gibbs sighed using his other hand to rub his finger through his own hair, mentally noting to get a hair cut.

"You can change your name to mine if you want to kiddo" With that Gibbs pulled the boy from the chair into a hug not caring if he protested or not.

To his surprise Zach hugged him back straight away. Silently shedding a few more tears over his family. Gibbs took the seat Zach had been sitting on, pulling the boy down with him to sit on his lap leaning into his chest.

Gibbs knew they must have looked a ridiculous sight, a grown man cuddling a teenage boy like he was a five year old who had just fallen over. But he honestly didn't care, it was a side of Zach he knew wouldn't come out often. He had missed being able to do this when he was a little boy anyway, being able to care for his cuts and bruises.

He rested his cheek on his sons head, feeling him calm down slightly, loosening the grip on his shirt.

"I love you kiddo, no matter what" Gibbs said softly rubbing his son's back soothingly.

"Love you too dad" It was so quietly said that he just about heard it.

They both just sat there for a while, just enjoying the quiet and embrace of each other. Gibbs had to get up in the end seeing the clock on the wall and remembering the food he still had to get for the barbeque.

"Come on son, we need to go to the store to feed Uncle Tony otherwise he will eat us out of house and home" Gibbs patted his back before helping him up.

Zach winced at seeing his father's black eye, had he really done that?

"I'm sorry about punching you" Zach rubbed the back of his neck smiling sheepishly.

"Rule six – never apologize, it's a sign of weakness" Gibbs smiled walking to the living room.

"Rule six? So there's more?" Zach jokingly groaned. Gibbs laughed pushing him towards to stairs.