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The ride back to Amelia's home was a quiet one filled with tension. Amelia made it obvious that she wasn't happy and Gibbs didn't know what to say. He knew that he couldn't let her get away with being a brat, especially if he ever wanted her to listen to him and respect him, however after all she had been through in the past five days he wasn't sure how to proceed. They arrived back at the apartment building and Amelia left the car and reached the elevator before the others. Her brother followed quickly with Gibbs and Miss Ryans slightly behind them. In the elevator Amelia leaned up against her brother, wrapping her arm around his and laying her head on his shoulder. Gibbs smiled sadly, he obviously loved his little sister very much, but the truth was Gibbs did not trust him. He had Tim pull up any history about him and found that he had a past involving drugs, alcohol, and jail, and he did not want Amelia to be exposed to any of that which prompted him to bring her to DC. Of course it didn't hurt that he wanted to get to know his daughter. He had met her mother, Claire; at a bar one night and they had gone home together. He woke up the next morning and she was gone, she hadn't even left a note, and Gibbs had never heard of her again until a few days ago when he got the call from Miss Ryans informing him of his daughter. He had been shocked; to say the least, he never thought that he would have the chance to be a father again after Kelly and Shannon had died and he hadn't hesitated even for a second when the Miss Ryans asked if he would like to consider gaining custody of Amelia.

The elevator opened on their floor and they all stepped out. Amelia made to go to her room but Gibbs stopped her,

"Wait. I think we need to have a talk," he said, looking at Amelia and Matt.

"I don't want to talk," she mumbled.

"Well then you can listen," he said sternly. He had grown tired of her attitude and rudeness in just a few hours and decided that he couldn't let this continue, especially since she would be living with him full time. Amelia rolled her eyes but flopped down onto the couch anyway,

"I'm listening," she said sarcastically, waiting for him to speak.

"Good. Now I know that you aren't happy about having to move to DC with me and I know that it's going to be a big change, but I am not going to accept you having an attitude all the time," Amelia interrupted,

"I don't have an attitude!" she said defensively.

"Yes, you do. You've been rude and disrespectful since I first met you. That's not exactly the best first impression to make. Now as I was saying, I'm not going to put up with it. When you live with me you will be respectful to your elders and you will not run off like you did tonight. There will be rules and you will follow them."

Amelia glared at him but inside she was panicking, she had never had an adult who actually set rules and expected her to follow them. Her mother and stepfather had never seemed to care if she had an attitude and usually just gave her whatever she wanted to fix things. Her parents had also never really seemed to care if she just left the house without telling them and she often left off the fire escape rather than using the front door.

"Fine, can I go to bed now?" she asked, trying not to sound too mean. Gibbs sighed and nodded. It was late and he figure he could talk to her about everything again in the morning. Amelia hugged her brother and he held her tightly for a few seconds, then she went up the stairs without even looking at Gibbs or Miss Ryans. Gibbs sat in silence with the two other adults for a few moments before miss Ryans spoke up,

"Are you sure you want to do this Agent Gibbs? I can understand if you would rather I find a different place for Amelia to stay." Matt looked pissed off at this statement and Gibbs felt slightly angry,

"Of course I do. She is my daughter and I'm not just going to abandon her because she has an attitude. Frankly I'd be worried if she wasn't acting this way, she did just loose her parents."

"Right, ok then. I'll come back tomorrow with the papers you need to sign and then you will be able to take Amelia back to DC with you whenever you would like. Of course a local social worker will be checking in from time to time to make sure that everything is going alright." Gibbs nodded and bid Miss Ryans goodnight before letting her out of the house. After the door closed Gibbs was alone with Matt in the living room,

"So I assume you're not happy with this either?" he asked the twenty year old. Matt shrugged in response,

"No, I'm not. But I know that it's what's best for Amelia. She shouldn't be thrown around in foster care and she can't stay with me. So you're the best option for her right now. I'm not happy that you're taking her out of New York, it's the only place she's ever lived, but there's nothing I can do about that really." Gibbs nodded,

"Well of course you are welcome to visit if you would like, just try to give some notice if you are coming. And maybe we can arrange a few trips for her back here; it will probably be good for her to come back and visit," he told the younger man.

When she had gone up to her room Amelia had intended to go straight to bed and forget about this horrible day, but when she realized that the adults were still downstairs talking she changed her mind. She quickly slipped her boots off, leaving her in just socks, and walked out of the bedroom as quietly as she could, making her way to the stairs. She walked halfway down the stairs without making a sound and sat on one of the steps. From her position she could clearly hear everything that was being said but could not be seen by the other three in the house. She listened carefully when Miss Ryans asked if Gibbs was sure he wanted to go through with everything. She thought for sure he would have said no and would leave, or at least that's what she hoped anyway. She was disappointed that he wasn't giving up on her but at the same time she was pleased to hear that he wasn't just going to throw her to the wolves. She didn't like the fact that a social worker would be checking in on them. It was bad enough that she had to move, she didn't need some stranger poking around in her life.

When Gibbs told Matt that he could visit when he wanted she felt a little bit better. She was worried that moving to DC would cause her to be completely cut off from everything in New York. She had gotten lost in her thoughts and was shaken from them when she heard their footsteps coming towards the stairs. She jumped up and sprinted to her bedroom, closing the door right as Gibbs and her brother were halfway up the stairs. She flipped the light off and dove into bed, pulling the blanket over her body right before the door opened,

"Eavesdropping isn't polite Amelia," Gibbs' voice said through the darkness. Amelia didn't move and the door shut a moment later. She sighed in the darkness and for the first time since the accident she let herself cry, eventually crying herself to sleep.

Amelia walked into the kitchen the next morning a little after ten. She went straight to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice before pouring a glass like she did every morning. Normally she was alone in the kitchen in the mornings, so when she turned around and saw Gibbs sitting at the breakfast bar she jumped and nearly dropped the glass she was holding.

"Holy shit," she muttered under her breath.

"Good morning to you too," Gibbs said. She rolled her eyes,

"You scared the crap out of me and all you have to say is Good morning," she said grumpily, slumping into the chair on the other end. Gibbs didn't answer and Amelia rolled her eyes. She stood up again and Gibbs watched her as she messed around the kitchen.

"Do you want breakfast?" she asked. She figured that as long as he was here she might as well make sure he had something to eat.

"No thanks," he said, watching her crack eggs into a pan. She shrugged,

"Whatever." For the next five minutes Gibbs watched as she made herself an omelet. When she sat down and began eating her spoke up again,

"So, we should probably start packing up the house today," he said carefully. Amelia froze for a moment, her fork halfway to her mouth, and then nodded slowly, never once looking at Gibbs. This was the part she was dreading the most, more than moving to DC. By packing up the house it meant that her parents were really gone. They wouldn't be coming back from some trip the next day. Packing up the house made it final, and it scared Amelia to no end. Amelia continued to eat in silence and she soon put her dish in the sink.

"I'm going to go change first, and then we can start," she told him. He nodded and she went upstairs, changing into yoga pants and a long sleeve shirt, pulling her hair up into a messy ponytail, then went downstairs. Gibbs was waiting in the living room and had set up several boxes while she was changing.

"So, everything was left to you and Matt in the will. He said it's fine if we just pack it up and put it in storage."

"Where is Matt anyway?" she asked, knowing he had slept there last night.

"He said he had something to do," Gibbs told her. Amelia sighed, knowing he was probably off somewhere getting high. As much as he loved her he still had to get his fix of drugs each day.

"Ok, I guess that's fine," she said, picking up a few things and putting them in the box nearest her.

While they packed Gibbs tried talking to her but found himself getting one word answers to most of his questions. He eventually gave up trying to talk and they continued to pack in silence. After a few hours they stopped for lunch. They had gotten most of the first floor packed and movers were coming tomorrow to move the furniture into storage. They sat together at the kitchen table eating sandwiches when Matt walked in. As soon as he looked at him Gibbs could tell he had been high not too long ago, if he wasn't still.

"How's it going?" he asked, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Amelia shrugged,

"Fine. Where have you been?" she asked.

"I had some stuff to do Mia." She didn't answer so Gibbs spoke up,

"While, I guess we should keep on packing," he said as he stood up to put his plate in the sink. He took Amelia's plate of the table and realized she had only eaten a few bites of sandwich. He sighed and threw away the extras then continued upstairs.

I think by the end of the next chapter they will be back in DC. If there's anything you want to see happen let me know!