Okay here's the next chapter it's a bit shorter than the others, but it has quite a bit of father daughter bonding. I hope that you guys will enjoy it.
Isobel
As always I don't own NCIS! All rights go to the producers!
Chapter four: Saturday: Don't let a twelve year old paint…
"Come on Dad" I moan as I try to wake him from his sleep, "Get up, you promised"
"Five more minutes" he begs
"No, I gave you an extra five minutes ten minutes ago"
"Fine" he says as he sits up, I can't help but snigger at his bed-hair.
"You've got half an hour then we are painting, so get dressed" I order as I leave his room to get changed
"Yes ma'am" Dad says with a mock salute and heads towards the bathroom.
An hour later…
"You took your time" A state in a bored voice
"Well technically you didn't say when the half an hour starts, so technically I am not late" Dad replies with a laugh
"Nice come back, perhaps I should be taking notes." I say with a voice full of sarcasm "But you know that you have to make it up to me now."
"Anything for you sweetheart."
"Good now let's get started on my room." I say with my mega-watt grin, or my DiNozzo grin as it should be called.
After covering my furniture with sheets and dragging them into the middle of my room so we could get to the walls we start to paint…
"I'll go bottom!" I call
"I'll go top!" Dad replies
We paint for a while and discus anything and everything from; movies to extremely bad jokes, to our favourite bands and how ridiculous some of their names are. But our fun is suddenly interrupted when Dad's phone rings…
"I've got to take this." Dad sighs "DiNozzo" Dad says to his phone.
"McGee, I've got the weekend off …. No I can't come in …. Look whatever it is I'm sure I can do it on Monday …. See you then McGee." Tony says as he hangs up the phone and lets out a bigger sigh.
"Work?" I ask
"Yep"
"Do you have to go in?"
"Not today sweetie. Today is just me and you." As he says this a smile starts to form on my face. "But…" my face drops as he says this.
"But what Dad?"
"I'm goanna have to get you a Nanny, 'cause with my job the hours are never nine to five, and I have to make sure that there is always someone here to look after you."
"Oh, okay then, just one thing."
"What?"
"Please don't hire a Bimbo." Dad laughs at this.
"Don't worry I promise that they will be highly qualified."
"Good, 'cause trust me, I've had some pretty particular Nannies"
"How particular?" Dad says in a joking voice
"Too particular, for your own good Mr. Nosy!" I say and flick my paintbrush at him. The paint lands on his once white top in a pretty neat horizontal line.
"Oh, no you didn't" he says and he copies my actions and ruins my top.
"It's on" I say and we begin attacking each other with our paintbrushes and begin a massive paint fight…
"Truce, truce" I beg in a voice full of laughter
"Ok, ok" Dad agrees, then flicks some paint at me
"What was that for?"
"Now we're even" he says with our DiNozzo smile "Come on lets finish the painting"
At 12:35 we our finished and I have to say that it looks pretty good.
"You hungry?" Dad asks as he guides me towards the kitchen.
"Starving"
"Go and clean up, and lunch will be ready when you return then."
"Okay" I say and head towards the bathroom. When I return I am greeted by the sweet smell of pancakes.
"Isn't it a bit late for pancakes?"
"It's never too late for pancakes Becky, what on earth has your mother been teaching you?" He says jokingly.
"He can't tell how much it hurts when I think of Mum, all frail and sick 'cause she's going through chemo. I hate the fact that I had to leave her, but I understand her reasons, and I'm kind of glad because now I get to stay with Dad. I keep telling myself that crying is weak so, I keep everything bottle up, so I can be strong for Mum. I don't know how long I'm goanna stay with Dad, and part of me never wants to leave, but then there is also a part of me which longs to be in Mums arms. Oh, why can't my life be simple?" I think to myself.
"Yeah, you're right it really is never too late for pancakes." I reply with a laugh; covering up any traces of my recent thoughts so Dad wouldn't notice. But it didn't work, he saw me hesitate after he mentioned Mum, but he's deciding not to pressure me about it now.
"Here you go, eat up" he says as he places a plate full of pancakes in front of me "I'm goanna see if the paints dry yet"
"Okay" I call after him. Just as Dad returns there's a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" I call out.
Who's at the door? Is it the team? Sorry I couldn't help it, when I was writing this I thought it might be fun to add in a little cliff-hanger =). Please Review