Thanks guys for sticking with me! Well, the epilogue. Before, this was going to be very short, but I owe it to A Fanfiction Angel for giving me many of the ideas in this. Thanks so much!

Hope you enjoy this last chapter..epilogue...whatever!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS...I own Claire though!

Epilogue: Eighteen and not a baby

Yet, now, I am eighteen, definitely not a baby anymore. NCIS is my family, the whole team is. I finally met Palmer, yes, Jimmy Palmer….but in a pretty awkward situation. You see…..Dad told me to go down to the evidence locker to retrieve something or other…and…well….you know…I…err….saw…umm…Jimmy and a particular woman named Michelle Lee….kissing, err, very, very passionately…that seemed to scar me for life. I ran back to the bullpen…hollering in disgust. Yes, I have never thought of Jimmy the same way again.

Jenny and Gibbs finally got together, and they did have a nice marriage like Barbie and Ken. I helped a bit along the way, you know, "tweaking" the situations a bit. Mum (no, I do not call her Mummy anymore) and Dad helped as well. Involved a bit of bourbon and a few late nights…

Abby and McGee…who knew? They had been having a secret relationship ever since I was one…I always knew that there was something going on between the two of them.

I found out when I was having a sleepover at Abby's place. Mum and Dad let me, I think they needed a bit of alone time. Jethro went off to Jethro…Gibbs' place. They get on well, those two. It's almost as if Jethro's Gibbs' son! But Jethro looks like Dad.

Anyway, that night, Abby gave me two tats, one on my shoulder (a really small heart) and one on my arm (a rose with my name 'Claire'). I wanted a huge cross or similar on my back like Abby's, but she said it was a bit too early. So not fair.

Back to the story. At that time, Abby was tying my hair into pigtails...she had wanted to dye it black but I didn't want to, I liked my brown hair that made me resemble my mother. Then, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I glanced to Abby to see that her face was rapidly paling.

"What's wrong, Abs?" I had asked. Abby looked as white as a sheet now.

"Oh, crap, oh great, how could I forget?" Abby whispered.

"Forget what?" That had jolted my interest. Then suddenly the door opened. My hand immediately slipped to my waist, there, hidden, were two knives my mother had given for my birthday. The smaller one was for my fifteenth, and the large one was for my sixteenth. She had promised a gun for my seventeenth, and I did get it. Oh, my Dad didn't know anything about this secret weapon giving, we didn't inform him. Girls keep girl secrets…Dad has Jethro for his boy secrets. Maybe Dad was passing weapons to Jethro…still, he's younger than me and….gosh, I keep getting off topic.

McGee stood in the doorway, dressed in a tux with a bunch of black roses in his arm. He did look rather handsome. Slick hair and the lot.

"Oh, McGee!" Abby cried and flung herself at Tim. I think she had forgotten momentarily that I was there. Then, I think she remembered, and the two of them turned around and eyed me nervously. I decided to break the tension.

"Yes?" I stared back at them, exasperated.

"You are so like Ziva! I would totally have expected her to say that!" Abby squealed. Yeah, could I please have at least one day where people didn't say that I act or look like my mother? Maybe dying the hair black was a good idea….

"Well, what about this Abby?" I put my hands on my hips in a very Tony-like manner, "Wow, Probie, you and Abs! Never knew you two were…he he…getting it on!" I had practised that particular imitation of Dad so I could get it right, but Jethro was way better at it. He was the boy who looked like Dad so of course he would have the lead in this type of thing!

I kept their relationship a secret for quite a long time…until it just…err…leaked out. No need for those details.

And I still call McGee "Uncle Probie" half the time. Old habits don't wear off. And yes, I head-slap my Dad all the time, it really truly works. The first time I went into Autopsy was when I was nine…and I vomited straight onto the floor. Poor Ducky, how many times he has to wipe that floor…..

But don't call me Clairey-bear, or you will see a paperclip coming your way very shortly.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this short story.

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