Title: Visitors

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Only things that are mine are the unrecognizable ones.

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Gibbs stood up and started to collect his things. Reports to look over, to write, and to sign were slipped in his briefcase and zipped in ready for the ride home. He turned off his computer and then paused.

"What?" he asked Dinozzo and Kate who were staring at him like he had a third head.

"Are you packing up, Gibbs?" Kate asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"You're heading home early, Boss?"

"Yup." Gibbs slung the briefcase strap over his shoulder. "Your point?"

"Well," Tony said, coming around his desk, "you never go home early."

"Dinozzo," he sounded exasperated. "In two hours 27 teenaged girls will be descending on my house like the biblical plagues. I'm going to fortify the defenses." With that, he left, leaving two agents behind who couldn't have been more shocked if he had announced that he and Director Morrow were getting married.

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"You go and give it to him."

"No way, Tony, this was your idea. YOU go and give it to him. I'm not getting out of this car."

"Please, Kate?" She turned and stared out of the car window. "Aw, c'mon. Aren't you the least bit curious?" Tony wheedled.

She sighed, fogging the window around her mouth, "Fine.", and stomped out the door. They had been sitting in front of Gibbs' house for the last 15 minutes, Tony trying to get her to go with him to deliver a file that "Gibbs just had to have."

"You know," she remarked as she strode up the walk, "If you had proofread it first, you wouldn't have to do this."

"I know! Ok?" Dinozzo paused and, steeling himself, rapped on the door. Some one moved inside and then the door opened. "Hey boss, you said that you needed this report by 1900, so here…it…….." He trailed off as he realized that Gibbs didn't have medium-length black hair, wasn't 5 foot 5, and definitely didn't have that body type. And he highly doubted that Gibbs would be caught dead in the khaki skirt, dark blue shirt, and khaki vest number the person in front of him was sporting. As one, Tony and Kate leaned back and checked the number on the roof. Yup, it was Gibbs house. The girl in the doorway smirked a bit.

"You're looking for Agent Gibbs, I assume?"

"Yeah. Agents Dinozzo and Todd." They showed their badges and she looked them over, then waved them in.

"C'mon. He's in his lair." She led them through the house, weaving around piles of luggage and a seemingly endless sea of high-school aged girls dressed in the same uniform as her.

"Who are they, Kel?" a red-haired older woman the two didn't recognize asked as they passed her.

"Agents Todd and Dinozzo, Beth. They work at NCIS with Gibbs." She opened the door to the basement and leaned over the landing railing. "Hey, Unca Gunny." She called down into pit. "You've got visitors."

Gibbs looked up from the group of girls that he was explaining something on his boat to. He took in the speechless faces of his subordinates and sighed.

"Tony, Kate. What is it?"

Tony shifted under the gaze of 5 girls and Gibbs. "I have the report you wanted in your hands by 1900, Gibbs."

Gibbs glanced at the girls around him and then cocked an eyebrow in a 'well?' fashion. "3 bells on the second dogwatch." Someone piped up. Gibbs nodded.

"I think Beth needs some help upstairs." The girls hurried back up the stairs, leaving the agents alone. Those that lingered to check out Tony were hurried along by a glare from 'Kel', who, once the rest had gone, waved at the three and left.

"Wow, Gibbs. When you said you had a bunch of teenaged girls flocking towards your house, I thought you were joking, but hey-"

Gibbs put down the plane that he had been demonstrating with. "They're some of an old friends daughter's Girl Scout troop from Colorado. They needed a place to stay for the week before they compete in the National GAM at Norfolk, and I owed him one." He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "now he owes me several."

"Only some?" Kate was amazed.

"Yeah, there's around 40 in the troop." He gestured for the file. "Got a problem?"

"No boss, none whatsoever."

Gibbs leaned back against the boat and flipped through the file. "Good. Because after they compete, they're coming for a tour of NCIS. And you're gonna be their guide."

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A/N: GAM-a sailor's term for a pod of whales, also a competition were Senior Girl Scouts compete in nautical skills.