Disclaimer: I know that all the characters in this story relating to NCIS, don't belong to me, I can grow to live with that…

A/N: I would like to say that I am sorry for using the Australian connection in this story, it's the second time I've used it. But have you noticed there is always something to do with Australia in most of the episodes, like in Yankee White, the COD was venom, from a Taipan, an Aussie venom snake. In Sea Dog, there was the two Aussie bogans on the boat. And when Abby was bored she made a model of Gallipoli, which involved ANZAC soldiers. Do you see the connection…Well I did anyway, so I sort of built on that…anyway enjoy…

Chapter one-Flight QF225

How many years has it been?

Has many years has it been since she has been in my care?

Does she still want to call me her father?

Does she regret her decision to live with her mother?

Do I regret letting her go?

Does she still love me?

She is here now. Her plane patiently waiting on the tarmac. His heart was beating uncontrollably. This is a different feeling for him. A feeling that he was unaware of. The feeling is fear. What am I afraid of? She wanted to visit me, she must still want to hold a relationship with me. He thought to himself.

"Flight QF225: Brisbane to Washington D.C has now arrived and will be disembarking at gate 53" came the announcement over the loud speaker.

Here we go, no time like the present, he thought to himself. He searched through the mass of people arriving through the gate. He watched them find a loved one, a friend and make their way to collect their luggage. The stream was getting smaller and smaller as the passengers found their families. A man in his late 50's made his way through the gate. He appeared to be the last passenger. What, did I miss her? Has she already come through the gate? Or did she just simply never get on the plane? The thoughts raced through his head the scenarios getting worse every time a new one came into his head.

Then a medium tall teenager made her way towards the man awaiting her arrival. Her blue eyes shining with a glint of recognition after sighting the man standing before her. Her curly brown hair hanging loosely of head as she made her way towards him. She smiled flashing her perfectly straight teeth at him, God she was beautiful, he just had remembered how much, she looked exactly like her mother. The only details that differed were her eyes and her hair, which she had inherited from her father.

"Heya Dad, longtime no see"

"Ditto, how've you been kiddo?"

"Oh, you know same old, same old. You?" he sensed that she was feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Same old, same old" he recited smiling at the fact that although uncomfortable she appeared happy to see him.

"I've missed you dad, how long has it been?...Phone calls and letters are one thing but face to face contact is another, its good to see you." She whispered, he noted the sadness in her eyes.

He had missed her too, god he had longed for her, but with work and the distance visits were nearly impossible. "Come here Soph." he said pulling her into a tight embrace, "don't you think I missed you too?"

They let go and pulled back, Sophie raised her head and a smile crossed her face but a tear fell and trickled down her cheek. Gibbs raised his hand and wiped it away, his hand remaining on her cheek. "Hey, chook what's with the tears?"

She smiled again "I'm just really happy to see you, that's all."

He wrapped her shoulders in his arm, scooped up her backpack and led her to collect her luggage.

Gibbs located his car in the short term car park, popped the boot to his blue Ford Taurus and chucked Sophie's suitcase in. She trailed behind him walking slowly taking in her surroundings, her backpack slung over her right shoulder.

"Ready to go?" he questioned pulling his car keys from his pocket.

"Yeah sure, just…looking." She made her way to the left side of the car, what she thought was the passenger door.

"Whatcha doing kiddo, you planning on driving?" he tossed at her jokingly.

"Huh, what?" she stated blankly obviously confused. She bent down to look through the window only to see the driver's steering wheel.

"That would be the drivers side, passenger's side is over here" he said pointing to the opposite side of the car.

"Oh right, sorry, you know whole different country, not used to America's backwardness."

"Backwardness? Backwardness? Is that what you Aussies call it?" Between you and your u's in words and s's instead of z's, you're the backwards ones."

"Oh really well name one other English-speaking nation that spells colour without a u?" she joked.

"Yeah well, that doesn't mean that your right now does it, to each their own."

Um, dad I hate to break this to you, the language is English, meaning it was invented by the English people, generally most rational people would tend to believe that they are right."

"Fine whatever, but I bet you don't know why you drive on the left hand side of the road?

"You mean there is actually a reason?" she questioned, curious.

"In medieval times, most people were and still are right handed. They rode their horses on the left hand side so that as an enemy passed, they could decapitate them in one single slashing blow." He finished triumphantly.

"How the hell do you know that?" she said simply gobsmaked at his little piece of trivia.

"Let's just say a very knowledgeable birdie told me." Thank god one of Ducky's rambles actually held some usefulness, he thought thinking back to the situation in autopsy that Ducky felt the need to demonstrate his abilities with a very sharp ceremonial sword.

"I'll have to take you word on that one…"she said with a questioning look on her face.

"Alright have you had enough of this little outdoor trivia session and would you like to head back to my place so you can get settled?"

"Righteo then." She said making her way to open her door.

"Hmm Hmm, other side"

"Oh yeah, right, right side is passenger side, stupid backward country." She added under her breath.

"Hey don't I think I didn't hear that." He said pointing a key at her.

As they sat down in the car, Gibbs started up the ignition and began pulling out of the airport car park. Sophie reached into her bag and pulled out a CD. She removed it from the case and slipped it into the player on the center of the dash. Gibbs' ears were struck with a loud guitar riff, beating drums and then the lyrics…

Said a 1,2,3 take my hand a come with me cos' you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine.

Said you look so fine and I really wanna make you mine.

4,5,6 come on and get your kicks, you don't need money when you look like that,. do you honey?

Big black boots, long brown, she's so sweet with her cut back stare

"Oh my god Soph, what the hell is that noise? Gibbs screamed over the loud music.

"Noise? Well that noise is none other than Jet! You gotta listen to it loud, there's no other way." She replied defensively nodding her head to the raging beat.

"Jet?"

"Oh come on dad, you can't honestly tell me you Yanks have never heard of Jet."

"Have to say no on that one".

"You've gotta be joking me" she stared at him shocked.

She began rummaging through her bag once again pulling out a whole stack of CD's. "How about Grinspoon? Killing Heidi? Spiderbait? John Butler trio? Eskimo Joe? NO? Well how about a classic, AC/DC? NO, how have you never heard of Akka Dakka? How about something old and American, hmm, what have I got? Ahh, the Eagles greatest hits?"

"Now your talking, put it in."

"Finally we have a hint of semi modern taste, geez where have you been? Next you're going to tell me you've never heard of Johnny Depp!"

"Um…well its not that I've never heard of him its just…"

"You have no idea, do you?"

"In a word, no."

"Wow I have a lot of teaching to do over the next two weeks!"