hey all! thanks for the wonderful replies! i keep forgetting to hit the reply to the review thingo though...LOL will try to remember next time round ..thats right GET REVIEWING PEOPLE! this chapter might be it for a little while, my writers block is in full block for this fic at the moment...all the juices are flowing to my other fic...grrr...i mean its great...but its the Kate and Abby scene that is suffering..I'll try to get it up asap... but if not, Have a GREAT Christmas and New years holiday everybody!
this chapter is a little Gibbs and Grace scene...again...will get working on Kate and Abby...PROMISE!
Kate left to pack the rest of her things a little before noon so that Gibbs and Grace could have some 'father/daughter time' as she had put it.
The two Gibbs' were in the basement working on the boat, okay, the older Gibbs was, the younger was seated on a stool quietly playing with her 'battalion' of nails and screw drivers, waiting for her dad to start on the little lecture that he had not been able to get to last night. "Pass me that rag?" getting off the stool she walked over handed to him and leaned up against the skeleton of the boat.
"Dad, I really am sorry that I worried you last night."
"Gracie, I know. But that still doesn't excuse you. I laid down the law, and you broke it, now you have to face the consequences." 'Sheesh,' Grace thought, 'he makes it sound like I've committed a crime or something', remaining silent, she nodded. "When do you start your internship?"
"Wednesday."
"And you're working the lab with Abby?"
"For now."
"Okay, here's the deal. No parties, no going out at night, and no boys until I get back and for another week after that." Grace began to protest when Gibbs cut her off, "Two hours late, two weeks."
"What if I'm with Abs?"
"I'll think about it."
"Okay. Dad, I'm sorry I scared you," she sighed.
"You didn't scare me."
"Uh-huh Marines don't get scared righ-t"
"Exactly, they just get that feeling in their gut."
"Dad, they're called butterflies, people get them when they're nervous or scared."
"Marines don't get butterflies."
"No, they just go through insane amounts of coffee… so Dad why is your gut giving you a funny feeling?" Grace waggled her eyebrows at him cheekily.
"Thinking about how much it would cost me to bribe your old school into letting you board there again."
Grace rolled her eyes, "Too much Dad, Nan and Pops would go broke!" Gibbs laughed.
He remembered getting a phone call from Headmaster Thompson, who had by then had enough of Grace's 'my father could eat you for breakfast' attitude, and bluntly stating
'Your daughter has just orchestrated a protest in the school cafeteria…she and her friends had some how managed to blow up the kitchen. The entire school is on strike against the cafeteria. You have two days to gather her belongings from her dorm room. We are revoking her boarding privileges (big loss there!), and Grace will be facing a weeks worth of detention.'
All this because the senior students did not agree with the 'overpricing' of lunch foods considering the poor quality, that and they didn't like the Nazi like lunch lady. Apparently, the planning of 'Operation: Kill the kitchen' had taken place while all six girls were staying the week on campus. Two weeks later, the lunch lady had been replaced, with a more fitting menu as well as cost.
'In my defence, all we did was time all the burners to shut down for a while (thanks McGee and Abby), and set off a couple of sparklers…and have a food fight. It's not like we blew up the place!' she'd said as he helped her carry her boxes to the car, while she waved at people with her free hand.
"Dad… Dad! Hellooo?" Gibbs blinked as Grace snapped his fingers in his face.
"Geeze dad, Kate's only been gone for a couple of hours, you'd think that you could deal with not daydreaming about her for a couple more hours!"
tbc...PROMISE!
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