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Chapter 7

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SEND! "Alright. I texted Uncle Tony." I tell my mom. I then feel my phone buzz.

Sounds good. Cya in a few. Txt ya wen we arrive.

"He said that he'll text me when they arrive." I tell her. "Now it's the waiting game."

"I just should have told you awhile ago."

"No Mom. It's ok. I had fun preparing it. I just hope that its fun to tell him as well."

"I'm things will go well. McGee isn't a bad person. He's grown up the last 15 years or so." My mom smiles.

"I hope he'll be grown up enough for this." I smile back.

"Oh LJ." She chuckles.

"This was big news for me, and it's definitely going to be big news for him. Think, you've been helping your co-worker raise a kid for nearly 17 years. But you had no idea that the kid was you own."

"I'm surprised nobody has questioned anything before."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"There were a lot of times when you were little, and the two of you acted the same. Like sons and fathers do. Gibbs noticed as well. I really wanted to tell you then, but you wouldn't have understood. But I could have told you…"

"Mom," I cut her off. "I told you, its fine."

*BUZZ*

Hey kiddo. Were here. Walkin in the building rite now.

"It's show time." I say.

"Are you ready?" my mom asks.

"Always be ready." I reply.

We get upstairs, and see that only Grandpa is there. I quickly put the package on my dad's desk, and hurry back around the bullpen. I look at my grandpa, and he tells me, "Rule eleven."

"When the job is done, walk away." I respond. My mom and I walk over to an area where McGee cannot see us. A few seconds later we hear the elevator open.

"You know McGook, you got to get out and live." Uncle Tony says.

"Tony, I'm fine with the way it is now." McGee replies.

"There's nothing wrong with sitting at home and reading." Aunt Ziva says.

"Thank you Ziva." McGee says.

"But you got to get out once in awhile." She smiles.

"See, she agrees." Uncle Tony says.

"We then hear silence.

I peek and see McGee sitting at his desk, and looking at the package.

"What's that?" Uncle Tony asks McGee.

"I have no clue. But there's something soft in there." McGee answers.

"Well, open it." Uncle Tony says.

"I am." McGee says as he unties the string. "There's a blanket."

"A blanket?" Aunt Ziva questions.

"Yeah." McGee says as he pulls it out. "What?"

"What's wrong?" Uncle Tony asks.

"It says, 'It's a boy.'" McGee sets the blanket aside.

"Wrong Timothy McGee? Because we just went over your life, which you don't have."

"DiNozzo!" Grandpa yells.

"Sorry Boss."

"There's a frame in here. Maybe it'll explain." McGee stats. He pulls it out, looks at it, and freezes.

"Cat got your throat?" Aunt Ziva says.

"It's, 'cat got your tongue' Ziva." Uncle Tony corrects her.

"Whatever." She answers back.

"I…how?" McGee looks up. "I'm LJ's father?"

My mom and I walk out slowly, and I say, "Hey dad."

He stands up, and turns around.

"I was just told today as well." I say.

He puts the frame on his desk, and runs off.

"I got it Books." Uncle Tony says.

"No." Grandpa announces.

Everybody looks at Grandpa.

"Let him be."

"But Gibbs." My mom says.

"Abby, let him be. It needs to sink in. I'll talk to him later." Grandpa told Mom.

"I knew we should have done it in conference. He couldn't escape there." I look over at Uncle Tony, then at Aunt Ziva. They're speechless.

"No, Junior. You did good. This is where you walk away."

"Yeah." I say, and walk away.

"I should let him be alone as well, right?" I hear my mom ask my grandpa.

"Yeah." He replies.

I walk into the lab, and head straight to the back room, shut the door, and sit on the floor. Why? Why did he do that? I know it's big news, but, he doesn't seem happy. Maybe he just needs the rest of the day to think. Because that's what I need now. I need to just be alone, and think. That's what's best. I sigh. I really hope he returns tomorrow. I want mom to explain why, and what happened seventeen years ago. This is just what I need before my birthday; my dad to miss out. Talking about missing out, on the bright side, I don't need to make him suffer. He's been there all my life. He has been a good father to me, even though he acted as an uncle.

I continue to think for hours, and then I notice my mom looking at me through the window. I get up, and open the door slightly so I could just pop my head out. "Yeah?"

"Look, I know you're hurting. I'm hurting too. I talked to Vance and he's giving me the rest of the day off. It's 2:30 now, so why don't we catch a movie? There's one that just came out, you said you wanted to watch it. What was the name of it?"

"Ted?"

"Yeah, that one! Did you want to watch it?"

"Nah, I'm not feeling like a movie." I answer.

"Ok, how about we take care of the basement?"

"I thought we were going to ask Grandpa to tear down the wall first?"

"I was thinking about it, and I don't need a lab at home. I can be here if needed."

"Oh. Well what are you going to do with all of the equipment?" I ask.

"Well, it can stay in one of the bedrooms for now. I know someone who would appreciate it."

"You sure?" I ask.

"I'm sure."

I exit the room, and shut the door. "Let's get started."

"Alright." My mom smiles. "Why don't you get one room cleaned out. We'll take my lab stuff and put it in there for now. And this way, we can paint easier."

"Really? I get to paint it?" I smile.

"We get to paint it." She chuckles.

"Thanks Mom!" I hug her.

One our way home, we stopped at the hardware store. We had bought four colors. Two for my bedroom, one for the living space, and one for the kitchen area. "Hopefully out of my next pay check, I can get a mini fridge, and a card table to use for now." I chuckle.

"You don't have to buy everything yourself." My mom says.

"I have to if I'll be moving out."

"You can buy your own stuff by yourself when you're older. But you will just be starting out. I'll be helping." My mom smiles at me.

"Ok, if you say so." I smile back. "Let's get home."

When we get to the house, I quickly rush to my room that has all my hobby stuff; like my guitar, easel, piano, bookshelf, and reading chair. And I move all of it into my actual bedroom.

"LJ, do you need any help?" my mother shouts from the kitchen.

"No, I'm almost done actually. You ready to go get the lab stuff?" I shout back.

"Yeah. All I've got to do is pack up the test tubes, cups and stuff."

"Well, why don't you go get that started? I'll meet you down in a few."

"OK. Sounds good." She replies. She then heads down to the basement, and I continue.

As I take the last item into my bedroom, I look at my pictures. I walk over, and grab the one with my dad and I. McGee is my dad. I still can't believe it. Well, that explains why him and I look alike. I put that one down, and pick up another. This one has my baby picture, along with my father's baby picture. Definitely explains the confusion here. I can't believe he never connected the dots. Oh well. I then put that picture back.

I walk down stairs, and see two boxes packed already. "Wow, you're fast!" I chuckle.

"Not really. It's been ten minutes." She smiles at me.

I look down. "I was thinking that long?" I ask myself.

"What were you thinking about?"

"What" I look back up. "Oh, just about dad. I was looking at our baby photos." I smile. "It sure explains why we look like each other as babies."

"Yeah. I was a little worried that somebody would have figured it out with the picture, but everybody just thought that it was funny. So, I put them together, and made copies for everybody."

"I see. Well, why don't we get this started?" I ask.

"Yeah, let's get to it."