Hey very sorry about not updating at all… I just had a bout of writers block

But now got ideas and are writing would like to thank Lorelie-Grace for giving ideas and simply helping

Forgot my disclaimer last time so CBS please don't sue me as I'm not worth much

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, Donald Bellisario does and despite mine and others best efforts he refuses to give them up, even when it is the opportunity of a life time, to have directions to Santa's workshop AND to own the magic present bag

So let's get on with it

The car ride home was uncomfortable for both of them. Krystal was in the back seat staring out the window drumming her fingers. She felt increasingly uncomfortable as see could feel Gibbs staring at her through the rear-view mirror. Finally she broke the silence. "Why didn't you let me walk to my friends?" "Because you're supposed to be staying with me and if you didn't go home with me that would be dodgy and they are already suspicious." "Why?" "They are criminal investigators; they have learned when something isn't quite right." Krystal accepted that answer. "So I can you can drop me off and walk from here. It isn't far and there is no workmates here." "No, it's a nasty piece of town, so I'll drop you off. What's the address?" Krystal scowled. "I can handle it." Gibbs looked over his shoulder at her. "You don't have anywhere to go, do you?" The look on her face was enough to confirm his misgivings. "Okay, you're staying with me." "No, that's okay I've got cash I can find a hostel." "You're my granddaughter, so no arguments. It will save your cash for other stuff and if you feel bad you can pay me back by cleaning the house or cooking and so on." Gibbs expression left no room for any argument and Krystal was left glaring at Gibbs via the mirror.

Gibbs pulled up at his house and led the way inside. "This is the kitchen, the living room, down there is the basement, this is my room, over there is the bathroom and this is the spare room, where you'll be staying." Krystal nodded, before ducking under his arm and through the open door. "Is that all your stuff?" Gibbs asked looking at the small backpack that had been thrown on the bed. "Pretty much, most of it was lost in… when…due to…" She paused sorting out what was safe to say. "It was lost a while back. I'm used to it now, having less stuff, makes it easier to move." It was followed by a short sad smile. "So what's for dinner?" Gibbs was momentarily, shocked by the sudden turn in conversation. "Do you like Chinese?" "Depends." "On what?" "On who's paying." Gibbs smiled. "See you in about 15 minutes then."

Once Gibbs left Krystal set about un-packing, it was a nice and clean room. Too bad about the occupant, thought Krystal, there is nothing nice about her, she just causes trouble where ever she goes and she not to clean either. She smiled at the thought before returning to darker ones. She wondered if Gibbs would have taken her in if he knew her history, she doubted it. That reminded her, Vance was here he knew her history she would have to tread carefully, at least until she planned to move on. Another smile, if this kept up she would be little miss sunshine in no time.

Dinner was a continuation of the car ride with it being stiff and awkward. "Thanks for the Chinese, its good." The 'conversation' died there, they both had questions they wished to asked but neither of them had the guts to start.

And this the end of the chapter sorry it is so short

hey sort of have idea of where to go but all ideas are appreciated

also sorry about the big wait but things just got crazy (this chapter was meant to be up at new years ~a miracle :) sorry)

so please don't give up on me i am still writing it will get there... eventually