Ok, I'm soo sorry for making you guys wait two weeks for a new update. My plan was to just wait a few days, but all of the sudden I got slammed with work, and I enjoy having a busy social life, so for the past two weeks I've pretty much only been home to sleep and shower and that's kind of how it may be for the next week or so. And then hopefully I will get a break. But also hopefully I will have a little more time in there to write. I'm hoping to have the next chapter done by Monday, but I'm still super busy, so that may or may not happen. But we can dream right? So once again, I'm sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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It had been about an hour and Ducky was surprised that Amelia had stayed quiet this long. He had expected her to complain most of the time about having to write and how unfair everything was. Looking up from his work he saw the teenager with her head on the desk, hand moving lazily across the paper.

"How is it going over there?" he asked, his voice breaking the silence that had previously enveloped the room, causing Amelia to jump.

"Boringly," she replied dully, hardly raising her head. Ducky examined her for a moment before speaking again,

"You know, this reminds me of a time when I was a lad," he began.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well when I was about your age I found myself in a similar situation. Some friends of mine were going to a party one night, a party that I had specifically been told not to go to, but I went anyway. It seemed like a great idea at the time, and I thought I had gotten away with it. But when I got home my father was waiting for me and after that I don't think I sat for a week." Amelia interrupted him,

"What does that mean? Ziva said sort of the same thing earlier, what are you talking about?"

"My dear, our parents had a more traditional way of handling things. Honestly I'm a little surprised that your father has not given you a taste of this method."

"But what are you talking about? What do you mean traditional?"

"I'm talking about spanking Amelia," he told her bluntly. Ducky watched as her eyes widened a little,

"Are you serious?" she asked disbelievingly. She knew that some parents spanked their children when they were younger, but she could hardly believe that a parent would spank a teenager.

"Yes, very serious. It was a very effective punishment, though I did not think that at the time, I never snuck out of the house after that."

"But you were a teenager! Only little kids get spanked," Amelia said. Ducky shook his head,

"Oh no my dear, spanking is not reserved for young children only. Believe me, there were many times as a teenager that I had a sore backside."

"But Ziva said the same thing; does that mean that she got spanked to?"

"It may, she is the only one who can really answer that question."

"And what did you mean when you said you were surprised that you were surprised that Gibbs hasn't given me a taste of this? He wouldn't do that to me," she protested, unable to actually say the word spanking when it pertained to her.

"Are you so sure about that Amelia?" ducky asked her. She looked at him confidently,

"Yes I'm sure. There is no way he would do that to me." The way she spoke Ducky could tell that she meant it and had obviously convinced herself very quickly that she would not be spanked somewhere along the way, though he really doubted that. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if the teenager pushed Gibbs to the point where he was forced to give her a sore backside; he was actually a little surprised that it hadn't happened already, though he knew Gibbs had been going easy on her.

"Well if that's what you think then it must be true, yes?" Ducky asked her. She looked at him oddly but nodded her head,

"Yes," she replied.

"I believe I've distracted you enough young lady, you may want to get back to your lines so that your father won't be angry with you."

"Ugh, writing lines is so boring though! I've been doing it all day! Can't I do something else?"

"No, your father specifically stated that the only thing you were allowed to do was sit there and write your lines."

"But I don't want too," she whined.

"Maybe you will think about that the next time you are planning on sneaking out of the house then," a new voice said from behind her. She turned around and was surprised to see Gibbs standing there,

"When did you get here? How did I not hear you?" Gibbs shrugged,

"I have my ways. She's not giving you trouble, is she Duck?" he asked.

"Oh no Jethro, we were just having a little chat while Amelia was writing her lines," Ducky said. Gibbs nodded and looked at his daughter,

"Go on upstairs and start writing again. Tony knows you are coming up there, so don't wander off or he will tell me." Amelia groaned but walked out of the room, leaving the two men alone.

"How'd she really do down here Duck?"

"She was fine Jethro. Hardly said anything until the end there when she started complaining about having to write so much."

"She will get over it. I could have done much worse," he said. Ducky nodded in understanding,

"She believes that you will not spank her Jethro, she asked me what it meant when both Ziva and I told her we would not be able to sit, so explained. I think she is a little sure of herself."

"Yeah, well we will see about that. But I just don't know Duck; I can't figure that kid out. She seems to like everyone except me."

"Her parents just died Jethro. Then she was promptly whisked away from the only life she has ever known. She's angry and taking it out on you because you are the most convenient. You just have to give her time to accept everything, it could take a while, but she will get there."

"If that's what you think," he said worriedly.

"That is what I think, that's also what I know. Now go take her home so she can stop writing, I think she's gotten the point." Gibbs smiled at his friend sheepishly; he knew that writing lines the whole day was going to be torturous, especially to a teenager, who from what he could tell did not like to sit still for very long. He made his way upstairs and when he walked into the squad room he saw his daughter leaning against his desk, laughing at something Tony had said. He stood back, unnoticed, and watched their interaction. It made him incredibly happy to see his daughter smiling and laughing seeing as she normally walked around the house with a scowl on her face. After a few minutes he walked into the area and when Amelia saw him she quickly sat down at the desk she was supposed to be at and picked up a pencil.

"You're done," he told her and smiled a little a she groaned and threw down the pencil.

"Finally!" Gibbs addressed his team,

"You all keep working. I'm taking Amelia home; call me if you find anything." He motioned for Amelia to follow him and she quickly grabbed her things before following her father to the elevator. When they arrived home Gibbs offered to make dinner but Amelia turned him down, claiming not to be hungry. Instead she went up to her bedroom, wanting to check her email and see if any of her friends from New York had sent her anything. She made it all the way into her bedroom before she realized that Gibbs had taken her computer and she had no clue where it was.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath. She looked around her room, trying to figure out what she was going to do without any of her electronics. Normally she wouldn't mind reading a book, but since that seemed to be her only option it was very unappealing and she quickly turned away from the bookshelf. After looking around for a few more minutes she finally pulled out a sketch pad and some pencils.

She had learned as a young child that she had a talent for drawing and for a while even had dreams of becoming an artist, but her mother had quickly squashed those dreams by telling her that no daughter of hers was going to become some artist rift raft. Amelia had tried pointing out several times that they owned several very expensive art pieces which her mother treasured and were created by those people she claimed to be artist rift raft, but her mother would not hear it and Amelia eventually gave up on that dream. Instead she drew when she had free time, but never made a big deal out of it. Tonight she sat on her bed for a few hours, sketching various parts of New York City, the parts she missed the most. Such as times square and Central Park and Broadway. As she drew she realized that she missed the city more than she thought she was going to and wished she could be back there.

After a few hours Gibbs knocked on the door to Amelia's bedroom and cracked it open,

"Hey, time for bed. You have school tomorrow," he told her through the door.

"Ok. Night," she said, shutting off the light and slipping under the covers quickly, not wanting to talk to Gibbs at the moment.

"Night," he said before closing the door and heading down to the basement.

Six o'clock came around quickly and Amelia groaned at the sound of her alarm. She quickly shut off the offending noise and threw the covers off, heading for the warm shower. Once showered and dressed she went downstairs and grabbed the plate of food Gibbs left on the table. She was on the last bite when he walked up from the basement.

"You ready?" Amelia simply nodded, throwing her plate in the sink and heading out the front door. Again, the ride to school was a quiet one, though it was a quiet they had both become accustomed to. When he pulled up in front of the school Gibbs locked the doors as Amelia tried to get out,

"What are you doing? I'm going to be late," she said, irritated.

"I will be picking you up after school today and bringing you to NCIS. You can do your homework there and I can keep an eye on you."

"Whatever," she said, unlocking the door and climbing out of the car before Gibbs could say anything else. He knew he was going to have to finally put a stop to this attitude his daughter had. He had put up with it long enough, longer than he would have with anyone else actually, and he had grown tired of it. He shook his head and pulled away from the curb after watching Amelia walk inside.

Once she was in the school Amelia quickly found Luke by his locker. He smiled when he saw her,

"Hey! I was trying to call you all day yesterday, are you ignoring me or something?"

"No, Gibbs stole my phone. Something about being grounded," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"You're grounded too? My dad went ballistic when he realized I had been drinking. Grounded for two weeks with no car."

"That sucks. I'm grounded for a month with no phone, computer, TV, anything like that. AND I have to go to his work every day after school so he can 'keep an eye on me'."

"Damn, that sucks. I'm sorry; it's kind of my fault you're grounded so long." Amelia shrugged,

"Whatever, I'm not mad at you." Luke smiled and pulled her into a tight hug,

"Excellent! Let's go kick some chemistry butt then," he said happily, causing her to smile. Luke was a very unique person and Amelia found it very entertaining and loved hanging out with him. He began walking, still hugging her, making her walk backwards and this is how they walked into their classroom right before the bell rang.

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