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Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from NCIS. All names used for characters where made from my imagination (Chelsea, Alex, Jason, and Marc are all ORIGINAL characters).Any names are honest coincidences. For this chapter I do not own Twix Ice Cream bars. Wish I did, I'd have a never ending supply!
Summery: Gibbs and crew are summoned to teach at a "camp" in Orlando about US special forces. Insanity insures. On the good side; KATE ISN'T DEAD! And Gibbs finds love.
Harley sat back taking a bite of her Twix ice cream bar frowning slightly when she felt ice cream and a sheet of chocolate but no piece of cookie. She swallowed that bite and took another; this one has three pieces of cookie in it. She smiled finishing off the bar, licking a piece of caramel of the wrapper and tossing said wrapper into the garbage bin behind her.
"Comfy?" Harley looked over to her right to see Gibbs sitting at the other side of the desk with a raised eye brow.
"Yep." She said grinning. He shook his head and went back to surveying his "class". 40 teenagers. 4 of which where in his charge. Much to Gibbs secret joy however the four where at the same table. They where starting to get along. Starting to work like a team. Of course Gibbs hid this very well, the same way he did with his team. Who actually he noticed had a few similarities with the kids. The most obvious was Jason, who screamed of Tony. Chelsea reminded him to a point of Kate. Alex of McGee. Marc was a tough one. He (quite obviously) looked like Abby, in his style at least, his personality though…well deep down somewhere in Gibbs; he saw a lot of himself in Marc. Well his teenage self. Gibbs, though having never wore black in that manner, had discipline problems in his youth.
Sipping on his coffee he looked over at Harley. Due to her two morning classes (Anatomy & Kickboxing) she had opted out of the first afternoon class and had sweet talked her way into 'aiding' Gibbs with his History of Marines class. That was why she was there now, feet propped on the desk, leaned back in a computer chair, and playing with a bouncy ball. In Gibbs' mind he was looking at Abby. He took another sip and went to his 'roll sheet'. 40 teens in the class, and there where still 3 absent. He growled this was going to be fun. Just then one boy ran in the door and snatched a seat at one of the tables. Gibbs looked up at him.
"John Sir. John Rose. Dwayne is sick, at the nurse." Gibbs looked at his roll. Sure enough two of three missing had just been named. He made the little marks on the sheet before looking up again.
"Don't be late again. If I can cut my lunch to be here on time, so can you."
"Yes Sir." Gibbs nodded. At least this kid had manners. He looked at the last name before glancing at Harley. She looked over.
"Whatcha need?" He handed her the roll.
"There's one missing." She looked at him blankly.
"Find him." Gibbs barked in his Gibbs tone. Harley jumped slightly but took the roll darting off towards the door.
"Harley!" She wiped around.
"When you find him, get his butt here, and turn that thing in for me."
"Will do!" She chirped walking out the door. He stood up and stretched. Looking out at his 'class' he barked.
"Hey! This is my class. Not social hour. You are here to study the history of the Marines not the history of your neighbor's social life." Everyone was turned to him now.
"Good. Now first things first." Gibbs went on to (clearly) define the rules, as well as what he expected from them. After he gave the class a basic work sheet asking for personal information Harley darted back in saying the kid was in the nurse with a broken foot and that the roll sheet was turned in. Gibbs nodded, and that class finished off peacefully. The next class would prove…well interesting.
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