Disclaimer: I don't own either of these shows. If I did, there would be much more Tiva and Nayson =)

A/N: Wow, I really didn't think this story would be as popular as it is! Thanks for all of the support through your reviews and favorite story additions, it really means a lot =) I'm sorry I haven't been able to update recently, I've been a bit caught up with real-life stuff, as well as trying to figure out how to end "Intervention" in a way that everyone will like (don't worry, there's still a bunch more chapters to come!). I also hit a bit of writers' block on this for a while, but I've planned out the next few chapters so now it's just a matter of writing them. Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter 3 of "Solid as The Rock"!

Kim Keeler jumped about a mile after hearing her brother's unmistakable voice in her ear. She whirled around, completely forgetting her conversation with Ronnie Cruz, and disbelievingly said, "Jethro?" When Gibbs simply nodded, Kim flung her arms around her older brother.

Mrs. Cruz looked unsure of her place in this apparent reunion and stated, "I'll talk to you later, Kim." She then walked to the other side of the room to speak with the blonde Rock manager, Summer Van Horne.

Kim didn't notice the departure of her fellow Rock mom, instead focusing all of her attention on the silver-haired special agent standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?" she asked softly. When he remained silent, she asked, "Is it because of Sasha?"

Gibbs, surprised, answered her question with a question: "What do you know about Sasha?"

"Well, he's my daughters' gymnastics coach. I think I know a little bit about him, and about the letters he's been getting. Especially considering that I was also the manager here until after Nationals," Kim responded. "I would still be manager if there hadn't been some doubt as to the… objectivity of my decision-making with my daughter now the National Champion. However, I'm also friends with the new manager, Summer." She gestured to the blonde woman who was having her ear talked off by Kim's previous conversational partner.

Gibbs was mentally attempting damage control, weighing different methods of explanation or denial. He asked a question that he knew was potentially dangerous to the hearing of those also in the room, but it was necessary to get his sister off of that sticky topic and onto something else: "What makes you think I'm not here to visit you?"

The scoff of disbelief was probably audible to the gymnasts out on the floor training. "Wow, Jethro, I wonder why I would automatically assume that you're in Boulder to investigate someone? Could it perhaps be because you're an INVESTIGATOR? Not to mention the fact that you hadn't even bothered to visit us in the 5 years since we've moved here! But I'm just supposed to disregard all of the evidence to the contrary and believe that you're here for a reunion? Not going to happen, big brother!" Kim finished with venom in her tone, venom that her brother had been expecting but still stung.

Gibbs was momentarily speechless with shock at Kim's outrage. They had always been close when they were growing up, and she had served both as a bridesmaid at his wedding to Shannon and as godmother to their daughter Kelly. This sudden outburst was surprising to him, but not unfounded. Kim was right; he hadn't gone to visit them. But was this because of his busy work schedule, as he had originally convinced himself, or because he couldn't stand the sight of his sister having the happy family he once had?

Pushing the thought of his family to the back of his mind and ignoring the heartache he felt, Gibbs answered his sister as honestly as he could without crossing the line from truthful to masochistic. "Kim," he started, unsure of how to proceed. He sighed and threw all fabricated rationalizations from his mind. "You're right," Gibbs simply stated.

Kim, who had been gazing at the apparently interesting floor pattern since her outburst, raised her head in disbelief. "You're… Admitting that I'm right? Who are you and what have you done to my brother?"

Gibbs searched her face and found the slightest hint of laughter in her eyes. His sister looked at him and took a deep breath, preparing herself for a speech.

"I'm sorry," were the first words Kim Keeler uttered. "I shouldn't have assumed that you were just here on business. It's just that… When Mark and I decided to move the girls to Boulder in order for Payson to train here… I didn't think you understood why we did what we did. I didn't know that you knew what it was like to sacrifice for someone or something you love. But… After what happened to your agent, that girl Kate… I think you've changed. You're so much different now. I don't know what it is, but you've changed."

Gibbs sighed and said, "That's yet another thing you're right about. I think I have changed. After Shannon and Kelly died, I… I was different. I thought I would never be able to have that kind of dedication to someone ever again, the passion that I put into being a good husband and father. But I think that it's NCIS that's helped me change. When Kate died, it felt like I had lost another daughter: that's how close my team is to me, although they might not think so. I had to make sure that the scumbag who killed her got what he deserved. And after countless nights of tracking him down and playing his little games, I finally brought justice to that case. That's what I discovered that I could devote myself to, that I could channel my passion into: justice. Just like you sacrificed your life in Minnesota for someone you love, I sacrifice my time and effort for the pursuit of justice. Unfortunately, that doesn't leave much time for social calls."

The normally unshakable Kim Keeler wiped a tear from her eye and shakily replied, "I suppose I can't be any angrier with you than you can be with me. Like you said, we sacrifice for what we love." She looked up at her older brother and grinned. "Can LJ forgive me for being a horrible sister?"

Leroy Jethro Gibbs smiled and answered, "Only if you stop calling me that ridiculous nickname." He swept his little sister into a hug and held her for what seemed like an eternity.

Meanwhile, Tony DiNozzio was beginning to grow impatient. "What's taking the boss so long?" he wondered aloud. Starting to pace, he continued, "shouldn't we be working on the case? I mean, if we don't get to work soon, we might just end up as a protection detail and not an investigative team, and I for one am not babysitting some British, David Beckham-y gymnastics god!"

"Patience, Tony," chided his female coworker Ziva. "Gibbs has good reasons for doing whatever he's doing; we just have to trust him. I do not enjoy sitting idly either; however I have learned to follow the lead set by Gibbs."

Tony rolled his eyes and retorted, "I don't mind following his leads! It's just that I'm… so… BORED!" He looked over at Timothy McGee, who was typing away merrily on his Blackberry, presumably on his newest novel. "At least McGeek has his book to write. I'm dying over here!"

"I have nothing to do, either, Tony!" Ziva responded, growing irritated at his melodramatic complaining. "However, you do not see me complaining!"

"That's because you're Ziva David, meditation queen! You love having time to think or reflect or whatever. I go stir-crazy!" Tony shot back.

"Some form of crazy is correct," Ziva muttered. Turning to face her still-pacing partner, she said, "Why don't you go walk around the gym? You could observe some of the skills these gymnasts have, and take notes on how to apply them to close-quarters combat."

Tony's face brightened as he replied, "Or, I could just take a look around and see where they're hiding those Olympic-aged gymnasts! I think I just found something to do…"

Ziva sighed. "Tony, Gibbs' niece Payson is Olympic-aged. Unfortunately for you, Olympic-aged is roughly 16. I believe you are out of luck."

As his face fell, Tony said, "Well, what about the other girls that Payson pointed out on her tour? The blonde one and the two brunettes?"

Handing Tony her Blackberry, Ziva responded, "They are all underage as well. I found an article about them after the National Championships that said they were all 17 or under." Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, she teased, "I guess you'll just have to move on to women who ARE legal."

Tony looked at her with his hazel eyes shining. "Like you?" he asked gently.

Uncomfortable under his stare, Ziva simply said, "Perhaps."

Payson Keeler was sweating. It was a natural thing to do, especially while training in an elite facility; however it still meant that she needed to replenish some electrolytes. She was on the other side of the gym from her bottle of Gatorade in her gym bag, so she chose to hit the water cooler instead. As she poured herself a cool cup of H2O, the gossip queen of the Rock came to stand beside her.

Lauren spoke first. "Have you heard?" she asked in a whisper.

Payson drained her first cup of water and poured a second. "Heard what? I'm not as into the whole 'watercooler conversation' thing as you are."

"Like that's not noticeable," Lauren commented under her breath. As Payson drank her water, Lauren said, "Sasha's had death threats made against him."

It took all of Payson's effort to hold the water inside of her mouth and not give Lauren a rather gross shower. "What?!" she asked when she had managed to swallow her drink and regain control of herself. "You can't be serious, Lo!"

"Why would I joke about that?" Lauren shot back. "Even I wouldn't kid about something like that."

Just then, the third member of the Rock's top quartet rushed into the conversation, dragging the fourth member close behind.

"Kaylie, what are you doing? Let go of me!" Emily protested as she was dragged to the watercooler by Kaylie Cruz. Seeing Lauren and Payson already there, Emily asked, "Did she get you, too?"

"Very funny, Em," Kaylie commented as she leaned against the cooler. "However, this isn't particularly a laughing matter. There's some pretty heavy stuff going on with Sasha: he's been receiving death threats ever since he was named National Team head coach."

Emily gasped in horror and shock while Payson asked, "You're sure about this? How do you know?"

Lauren spoke up. "My dad overheard Sasha talking to Summer about the letters he's been getting. Dad was going to pick up Summer, but she was trying to convince Sasha to tell the National Committee about the threats. I guess either he finally caved or Summer told the Committee for him."

"Wow," was all Emily could manage to say. Payson, on the other hand, had yet another question.

"What's the Committee going to do about it? Are they removing Sasha as coach? They can't do that, not when he's worked so hard! Plus there's a meet coming up and an international event and a press conference and—"

"Pay, nobody said that Sasha's being removed as coach," Kaylie cut in. "Since my dad's head of the Rock Board, he found out that the Committee involved some federal agency to catch the people sending this stuff. They should be arriving any day now to investigate and stuff."

Payson's heart sank as she slowly began to make a connection between the threats to her coach and her uncle's sudden reappearance. "Yeah," Payson slowly said, "any day now."

Upon exiting the parents' viewing area after his conversation with Kim, Gibbs immediately gathered his team. Motioning once more for them to follow, he led the way up the stairs to the door marked Sasha Beloff, Rock Head Coach. Knocking, Gibbs asked, "Mr. Beloff? Could we have word?"

After they received no reply, Gibbs tried the door handle, to no avail. "It's locked," he said to his team.

"Not for long," Ziva David responded as she pulled a small lock pick out of her pocket.

She proceeded to jimmy the lock of the door for about ten seconds, then extracted the pick and nodded to her boss, giving him the all clear.

Gibbs put his shoulder to the door and pushed, barging into the office to find esteemed, professional head coach Sasha Beloff in a rather compromising position with a woman on top of his couch.

A/N: I apologize for the entirely too long wait for this chapter of "Solid as the Rock"! I've been tremendously busy in real life, what with our spring musical entering the final week before opening and everything. Also, as I mentioned up top, I've had some writer's block with this story. I just (literally 5 seconds ago) added a fun plot twist for the next chapter =) Sorry for the cliffy ending, but you'll just have to come back and read chapter 4 to find out what Sasha was doing, and with who! =D