Ok, sorry it took me a few days. I just couldn't find any inspiration to sit down and actually write. And now that I have I am rushing to get this typed and published before I have to leave for work. I hope you like what I've written so far, please leave a review to let me know!

When do you think Amelia should meet the team? And how should she react to everyone? What about school? Should she fit in instantly or be a bit of an outcast? Your opinions are like gold to me so let me know what you think!

Well I'm off to work, so leave me lots of nice reviews to come home to after a stressful day!

The car ride from New York to DC was spent mostly in silence. As soon as they had gotten in the car Amelia had plugged her headphones in and turned the music up loud enough to tune out Gibbs. It seemed as though every two seconds her cellphone would chime and her fingers would be flying over the keys. He had tried talking to her a couple, but she had just ignored him and turned the music up even louder. Gibbs was starting to get very frustrated with the fifteen year old sitting in the car next to him but decided to wait until they got home to talk to her about everything.

Finally, after a drive that lasted almost five hours, the car pulled into the driveway of Gibbs' house. Normally he would have made better time, but he held back on his speed some so that he wouldn't scare Amelia. She hadn't said anything, but he could tell as soon as she was in the car, that she was nervous. Every time Gibbs had to make a sudden stop her head would jerk up and she would look around worriedly. Once she realized there was no real danger she went back to her music and cellphone, ignoring the world around her. It made sense, Gibbs thought, she had just been in an accident that killed both of her parents, he would be more worried if she wasn't scared of the situation. When the car was shut off Amelia looked up at the house where she would now be living. It looked like all of the other houses in the neighborhood she had seen as they drove through, and nothing like her home back in New York. She felt a little homesick as she thought of New York, but quickly swallowed the feeling and stood up out of the car. While she had been starring at the house Gibbs had gotten out of the car and pulled her bags out of the trunk. He had grabbed two of the three and began walking towards the house. Amelia grabbed the last suitcase and a backpack she had had in the car and followed Gibbs. He opened the unlocked door and made his way inside, Amelia still following behind. They stopped in the living room and Amelia looked around at her surroundings. Amelia took in the sparsely decorated house. Compared to the lavishly decorated penthouse she was used to living in, the house she was in now seemed tiny and empty. There was an old TV sitting in the corner with a bike propped up in front of it and a couch on the opposite wall. She had to wonder if the TV even worked, let alone got any good channels. From where she was standing she could see the kitchen, which looked just as empty as the living room.

"C'mon, I'll show you your room," Gibbs said, breaking the silence that had fallen. Amelia nodded and followed Gibbs once again. There were four doors at the top of the stairs, Gibbs pointed to the one on the left, "That's my room. The one at the end of the hall is a spare room. That's the bathroom and this one is yours," he told her, opening the first one on the right. She walked inside and flipped on the light switch. The walls were painted a pale yellow and there was a double bed in the corner. A desk was shoved up against one wall and there was another door that led to the closet. A dresser stood next to the closet door.

"You can do whatever you want to it," he told her, "Just let me know if you want to paint it or if you need help moving any furniture or anything." Amelia looked around and nodded,

"Can I just be alone for a little while?" She asked quietly.

"Sure," Gibbs agreed, "I'll just go make some lunch and come get you when it's ready." He set the suitcase next to the door and left the room, closing the door halfway to give her some privacy.

Amelia sighed as she set her backpack down and flopped onto the bed, she really did not want to be here, but she knew there was nothing that could be done about it. At least, not until she turned 18, which was three whole years away.

Gibbs made his way downstairs to the kitchen and began searching through the cabinets, looking for something to make for lunch. He finally came up with a box of pasta and some spaghetti sauce, and after checking the expiration dates, determined they were fine to make for lunch and that he should go grocery shopping, soon. While the pasta was cooking his phone rang, it was DiNozzo calling to tell him they had just gotten a new case. He thought about just putting Tony in charge, but his gut was telling him he needed to be there for this one. He told Tony he would be in the office in a few hours after he took care of some things. He hadn't told the team yet about his daughter, simply because he wanted to keep it to himself and he knew his team tended to blow things out of proportion, but he knew he was going to have to tell them soon, today even. Ten minutes later the pasta was done and he called Amelia down for lunch. She slowly made her way downstairs and sat at the table across from Gibbs. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Gibbs spoke up,

"So I have to go into work for a little while after lunch. Are you going to be ok here on your own or do you want to come with?" he asked.

"I'll just stay here, I have a bunch of unpacking to do," she told him as she took another bite of food. Gibbs nodded,

"Alright that's fine. Just keep your phone on so that I can reach you if I need to. And don't answer the door for anyone, they could be dangerous. And don't go anywhere, you don't know your way around yet and you could get lost," Amelia actually interrupted him,

"I've stayed home alone before Gibbs. And I grew up in New York, I know how to read a map and not get lost," she told him. Gibbs nodded,

"Still, don't go anywhere, ok?"

"Fine," she sighed. It wasn't like there was anywhere she wanted to go anyway, except back to New York. They finished up lunch and Gibbs went around, collecting the things he would need for work. Amelia watched as he grabbed his gun,

"What do you do?" she asked as he clipped it to his belt. Gibbs looked at her and it hit him that she did not even know where he worked.

"I'm an NCIS Agent," he told her. She looked confused,

"NCIS?"

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service. We investigate crimes that have to do with Navy Personnel and their families." Amelia nodded,

"Well I'll see you later," she said dismissively, heading back up the stairs. Gibbs said goodbye then walked out the front door, stopping at the bottom steps of the front porch and heading back to the door, locking it for the first time in years.

The trip to the Navy yard did not take long and Gibbs was soon walking into the squad room where his team was already hard at work. Or at least he thought they were hard at work. As he got closer he realized they were not talking about a case, but about him.

"Why do you think he was in New York Ziva?" Tony asked the Israeli sitting across from him.

"I do not know Tony, but it is none of our business," she told him, sounding frustrated.

"C'mon, don't you want to know?" he asked as Gibbs walked up behind him, whacking him on the head,

"Ziva's right DiNozzo, it's none of your business," he said while walking to his desk.

"Welcome back Boss," Tony said quickly, rubbing the back of his head.

"What's the case?" he asked. The three members of his team quickly jumped into updating him on the current case. It turns out the case was an open and shut one and he could have put DiNozzo in charge after all, but he took the opportunity to gather his team together in Abby's lab.

"Alright, I know you want to know why I went to New York so suddenly, so I'm just going to go ahead and tell you. I have a daughter. Her name is Amelia, she's fifteen years old. Her mom and stepdad just died and I was the only one who could take custody of her or she would be put in foster care," he explained. His team starred at him then all started talking and asking questions at once. He quieted them down then calmly answered a few of their questions, explaining why he was just now getting custody of his daughter and such. They were finally satisfied with his explanation and Abby was currently begging him to let them meet her.

"We will see Abs, when the time is right you can meet her. But she's still adjusting to being here so we need to give her time," he told them. After this he packed up his things and headed home, not wanting Amelia to be alone on her first night in DC.

While Gibbs had gone to work Amelia was laying on the bed in her new room. She had considered unpacking for about two seconds before deciding it wasn't going to happen. She had texted her friends from New York for a while, but there was only so much texting they could do while in school. After getting bored of laying around she decided to explore the rest of the house. She had no desire to go into Gibbs' room so she began in the spare room that was down the hall from hers. After finding just a normal spare room she made her way downstairs. There wasn't much to look at until she found the door to the basement. She flipped on the light and made her way down the stairs and was shocked by the huge boat that was standing in the middle of the room.

"What the hell?" she asked herself as she examined it more closely. It was obvious to her that it was being built by hand and she found that she was very impressed. She had sat on a stool and was staring at the boat, trying to figure out how Gibbs had even built it and how in the world he was going to get it out of the basement. She had lost track of time and was startled when she heard the front door slam shut. She tensed until she heard Gibbs shouting her name. Rather than answer she stayed quiet, waiting for him to find her.

Gibbs had been worried when she didn't answer right away and ran up to check in her room, completely missing the light coming from beneath the basement door. Not finding her upstairs he rushed downstairs and finally checked the basement, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw her sitting there.

"You have a boat in your basement," she said matter-of-factly as he walked down the stairs.

"Yepp," he said as he leaned on the counter next to her.

"How do you get it out?" she asked curiously. Gibbs laughed,

"Maybe one day I will tell you. But for now why don't you head on up to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow."

"Why?"

"We have to get you signed up for school," he told her. Amelia nodded,

"Right, Well goodnight," she said, going upstairs. She was not looking forward to going to school; in fact she was quite nervous. She had gone to the same school with the same kids for her whole life. She had never had to worry about meeting new people or making new friends because she had known the kids since they were all in diapers. But now she would be going to a brand new school in a brand new state and she couldn't get the nervousness she felt to go away. She quickly showered then climbed into bed, trying not to think about what tomorrow would bring.

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