This is the flashback scene, and a little present day scene which will be continued in a couple of chapters time…Have fun…hehehe

(Fifteen Years Ago)

Gibbs was a little startled when his doorbell went at nearly midnight. He went and opened it. Three people he recognized stood their. Lucia, Tony and Marissa had all been at the park a quite few times when he took his daughter Kelly to it. As it was, they looked exhausted, Lucia, holding the tiny slumbering three year old Marissa on her hip, her other hand cradling the little girl's head. Tony had a battered backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm around his stomach.

"I'm sorry for the time sir," Lucia apologized, "but we had no where else to go and I remembered you saying that if we ever needed anything…"

"Come in," Gibbs stepped aside and let the three kids into the house. He saw the way Lucia and Tony moved. Both moved stiffly, he would recognize the signs anywhere, even if the bruising on both their faces and arms proved it. "What happened to you?" he asked softly as Lucia kept Marissa from waking.

"Nothing important," she replied in her faintly accented voice. "We just got into a fight."

Gibbs's missed Tony's eyebrows shooting up at her and the look she gave him in return as he led them into the sitting room. He saw the way Lucia made sure that Marissa was comfortable against her shoulder as they settled into the seats he offered. Her eyes were rested on the tiny child's face with a soft smile on her features. Tony looked faintly nervous, he obviously still didn't trust Gibbs.

"You kids need anything to eat or drink?"

"Erm, Tony?" Lucia looked at her little brother who shook his head. "No thanks."

Tony yawned widely. Lucia looked at him, concern visible on her otherwise emotionless face.

"I think the spare room's made up," Gibbs said on instinct. "Why don't you three get a good nights sleep?"

"I need to talk to you," Lucia said softly, "but these two could do with the sleep. Tony?"

"Can't argue there," Tony replied.

"I'll show you where it is," Gibbs said. Lucia gave Tony Marissa and the teenager followed Gibbs to the spare room. He smiled gratefully.

"Thank you sir," he nodded.

"Not a problem kid."

With that Gibbs returned to the sitting room. Lucia sat on the edge of the chair she was on. Head in her hands, next to her knees. She didn't look up when he entered, but from the way her shoulders tensed ever so slightly – almost imperceptibly – she'd heard him. He sat down but didn't speak.

"We'll be out of your hair soon enough," she said finally, a defeated tone in her voice. "I'll find work somewhere, I don't know, I don't know what I'll do about Tone and Mari…I can't take them with me…"

"I'll look after them," Gibbs told her, surprising even himself as his gut reaction took over. "You can stay here too."

"I can't do that, I need to work, to support them."

"You can, you can help me look after them and Kelly, I'm sure you can find a job, go through college. It'll work out."

"You don't understand, I can't stay here, I've got to get money…"

"Lucia, I have enough, if you have to work, look after Kelly, I'll even pay you. You can stay here until you've got through college and can afford a decent home."

"I…I…" Lucia stammered, unable to explain why she felt the need to keep moving. She'd miss Marissa and Tony, more than her own life she was willing to bet. But she couldn't stay, she just couldn't. It was too close, just too close to…She cut that line of thought off at the pass. She dropped her head back into her hands. The position was comfortable and it stopped her having to look at him.

"Kid, Tony and Marissa need a familiar face right now, they aren't going to deal well with you leaving. Can I ask why you're here?"

"That doesn't matter, we left. That's all, it just got too out of hand."

Lucia was nervous, Gibbs could see it, the way she shifted when she answered. She was avoiding the question, not wanting to answer it.

"I can't ask you to jeopardize your career by letting us stay," she was saying. Gibbs interrupted.

"You need a place to stay, if anyone asks, Tony looks about your age, I'll say that Marissa's your daughter if anyone asked."

Lucia looked at him again, eyes filled with something. Something that worried Gibbs, a look that suggested this was the first time anyone had done anything for her without a thought for themselves. She looked down again.

"If…if you're sure," she whispered.

"I'm sure," Gibbs told her. He'd come to know her in the past year he'd seen her in the park. She was a capable caretaker of children, looking out for Marissa and making sure that Tony didn't do anything stupid. In some ways he felt a paternal sort of pride and love for her. She was brave and gentle, and looked after the two younger kids without a care for herself. Her compassion had surprised him when another of the children in the park had fallen and grazed his knee without a parent in sight. She'd ordered Tony to keep an eye on Marissa and to not do anything stupid, before crossing to the kid and making sure he was alright before asking where his parents were before going to find them and returning to her own siblings. She had some fantastic traits, and no-one seemed to notice it apart from her brother who obviously worshipped the very ground she walked on.

A cry from upstairs was heard. It wasn't Kelly, although the three year old would no doubt wake up due to it though. Lucia's eyes widened.

"I better go wake my brother up before he yells the house down," she smiled apologetically, a sad smile, before leaving the room to do just that. Gibbs went to check on Kelly.

(Present)

Kelly Shannon Gibbs was startled by the sound of the phone ringing. She'd been busy studying for her finals and hadn't expected the sudden noise. She got up to answer it.

"Hello?" she questioned into the receiver.

"Ms Gibbs?" a soft voice on the other end inquired.

"Yes," she said uncertainly, the voice scared her for some reason, there was something about the accent…

"When was the last time you spoke to Lucia or Marissa?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Hasn't your father told you yet?" the voice was taunting her, it was malicious.

"Told me what?" Apprehension filled Kelly suddenly, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"They're missing, and he's looking for them. And he didn't tell you, how awful of him."

With a cold, heartless, and what could only be described as evil cackle, the phone hung up. For a few minutes Kelly just stood there holding the phone as it sang a dialling tone at her. She found there were tears streaming down her face. She grabbed her car keys – the car had been a joint eighteenth gift from Tony, Lucia and her father, Marissa had gotten a car too, somehow they'd succeeded in paying for both. She didn't know what she was going to say, all she knew was that she was going to find her father and yell at him for a while. How could he betray her like that? How could he not tell her? Why hadn't he told her?

Bit of a sharp ending, this will be resolved, and Kelly will feature in future chapters…Please R&R!!!