So there you have it. I'm pretty sure I planned to have this up earlier, but that obviously didn't happen. You know how when you've been having a really good run in life, then all of a sudden something sneaks up on you and screws a lot of stuff up? Well, that happened recently, so I'm just trying to catch up a little. No big deal though. I got you guys a new chapter! And hopefully I will have the next one up not too long from now! I have the day off tomorrow so I will have more time to write.

I'm not sure if I PM'd everyone who reviewed last time. Sorry if I forgot to do that, like I said, Life :/ Anywayss, leave a review and let me know what you think or if there is anything you want to see happen! Can't wait to hear from you all! Enjoy!

When Gibbs arrived in the squad room he was pleased to see that he was in fact the first one there, though he knew that the others would not be long. He placed his belongings by his desk, switching on the computers that sat there and preparing for the day. Once everything was ready he picked up his coffee cup and headed for the elevator to take him down to Ducky's lab. The doctor had already been in for about an hour when Gibbs arrived in Autopsy.

"Ah Jethro, how are you this morning?" he asked politely. Gibbs sighed,

"Why is it so hard to be a father to this girl?" he asked directly, "With Kelly it was easy, but Amelia seems to hate me. She doesn't talk to me or anything."

"Well you can hardly compare the two Jethro. Kelly lived with you her whole life, Amelia has been torn from what she has known her whole life and dropped in the middle of something new. It's going to be hard for her to adjust to being here. You just have to give her some time to get used to everything. She started school today didn't she?"

"Just dropped her off," Gibbs said.

"Good. School will help her adjust to being here," As Ducky was speaking Gibbs' cell phone rang, alerting him that they had a case.

"Gotta go Duck." Gibbs headed towards the door before Ducky spoke up again,

"Ah, Jethro?"

"Yes Duck?"

"Are we ever going to meet this daughter of yours?"

"Of course Duck, I just don't really know when," Gibbs said as the elevator doors closed.

The day passed quickly for Gibbs and his team, but he had been in interrogation at the time Amelia had gotten out of school. As he walked out of the interrogation room he was feeling very frustrated with the suspect they were talking to. He was not giving any answers or information and Gibbs was getting pissed. He flipped open his phone, expecting to see a missed call from Amelia, telling him that she was home from school and when he did not find one he felt himself getting even more angry. He snapped his phone shut right as Tony walked around the corner,

"Everything ok Boss?" he asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah DiNozzo. The suspect won't talk and my daughter is breaking my rules already. Everything's great!"

"What'd she do?" Tony asked curiously.

"I told her to call me when she got home from school and she hasn't yet. School's been out for nearly an hour!"

"Did she maybe text you boss? Kids these days don't do a lot of calling, they'd rather text," he said. Gibbs looked at him doubtfully, "Can I see your phone boss?" Gibbs reluctantly handed over his phone and upon looking at the screen Tony said, "Ah, yep, there you go, she sent you a text twenty minutes ago saying she made it home."

Gibbs found he was incredibly annoyed with this news and snatched his phone back from Tony,

"Get to work," he ordered before walking away.

Amelia was in the middle of her homework when Gibbs walked into the house that night. She had finished her Chemistry and Spanish quickly and was currently doing her English homework. Gibbs walked into the living room and found her glaring at the book in front of her.

"How was your day?" Gibbs asked, skipping the hellos. Amelia shrugged,

"It was fine," she said, still glaring at the book.

"That's good. What happened to calling me when you got home?"

"I sent you a text," she said distractedly as she wrote the answer to one of the questions.

"I didn't ask you to text me, I asked you to call me Amelia," he told her. She looked at him

"Are you mad?" she asked, confused.

"Yes, because I asked you to call me and you didn't."

"I thought it would be fine if I texted you!" Amelia defended.

"Well it's not. I asked you to call me and from now on you will call me,"

"God, chill out. You're way over reacting!"

"I am not over reacting Amelia. I am your father and when I ask you to do something I expect you to do it. Understand?" Amelia starred at him,

"Whatever," she said coldly, gathering up her books and quickly heading upstairs. Gibbs sighed and sat on the couch. He wasn't sure why he got so mad at his daughter just then, in fact the more he thought about it the worse he felt. He figured he shouldn't have yelled at her over something so trivial, she had after all, contacted him in some way. Deciding it would be the best way to keep in touch with his teenager he figured it would be good to get over his aversion to texting and embrace the new form of communication.

Sighing, he made his way into the kitchen to start dinner and an hour later he called Amelia downstairs. They were silent for the first few minutes before Gibbs spoke up,

"I shouldn't have gotten angry at you earlier. You didn't do anything wrong. You can text me from now on if you want," he said trying to apologize without actually apologizing.

"Sure, whatever" Amelia said vaguely, starring at her plate of spaghetti. Gibbs nodded, figuring that was the best he was going to get.

"So your first day went well?" he asked, hoping she would do something other than shrug. He was pleased when she spoke up,

"It was alright. Most of the classes are easy, most of the people are nice," she told him. It wasn't a lot, but she figured he cared enough to ask about her day so she should at least try to respond.

"That's good then," Gibbs answered. Amelia nodded and the two went back to eating in silence.

"We'll get there," Gibbs thought about the silence, Amelia just had to adjust to DC first.

The rest of the week passed quickly and pretty much the same for Amelia. Gibbs dropped Amelia off at school each morning, classes would pass quickly or slowly, depending on the day, and she would go home, text Gibbs and start her homework. By the end of the week, though she would never admit it to anyone, she decided she could actually kind of like it here. She had gotten to know Luke and his friends better and found that she actually enjoyed spending time with them and was hoping to go out with them tonight. They had mentioned something about a bonfire somewhere and they were practically begging her to come along. She had quickly agreed, thinking that it was nice to have plans for the weekend, and hadn't really thought about what Gibbs would say. She bid her friends goodbye, telling them she would see them tomorrow, and got on the bus to head home. When she walked in the door she sent a text to Gibbs, making sure he knew she was home. She didn't want to have to deal with him freaking out again. He seemed to be overly sensitive or something, she thought. He was always yelling at her or getting mad over the smallest thing and she was having a hard time adjusting. In New York her parents hadn't cared what she had done, as long as she kept up appearances. Having Gibbs want to know her every move was weird for her.

Deciding to wait on her homework until Sunday she dropped her bag by the front door and headed for the kitchen to make a snack. Once she had a bowl of popcorn she went upstairs to her room and turned on her laptop to chat with her friends from New York and the ones she had just made.

Meanwhile, Gibbs was in the middle of paperwork when he got the text from Amelia letting him know she was home. He had quickly learned how to send a simple text message and it seemed to work well. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the form of communication, but it's what his daughter was used to and he would do anything for her, including texting. His team had just wrapped up a case the day before and they were now finishing the last of the paper work that went along with it. He was staring at a report when Tony spoke up,

"So Boss, how's the kid?" he asked curiously. Gibbs sighed quietly; his team was too nosey for their own good.

"She's fine DiNozzo," he said simply.

"Yeah? When do we get to meet her?" Tony wasn't going to give up, he could tell. He knew that his team was curious to meet the daughter who suddenly popped into his life, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for her to meet his team, or if Amelia was ready for that matter. She was still adjusting to everything that had happened recently and he didn't know how she was going to react to more people.

"Soon DiNozzo. How about tomorrow, we can all have lunch?" he asked to the team in general, figuring it would be best to just have everyone over one time.

"Sounds great Boss," Tony said.

"Sure," Ziva agreed.

"I'll tell Abby," she's gonna be excited Boss, she's been wanting to meet Amelia ever since you told us about her," Tim said. Gibbs nodded, making a mental note to invite Ducky and even Jimmy to lunch tomorrow. He would have to go shopping, he thought, and pick up enough food for everyone, but that wasn't a big deal. His main concern was how Amelia was going to react to meeting his team. Trying to read the rest of the report he gave up after a few minutes, calling it a night to head home and prepare for tomorrow.

So what did you think? She's finally going to meet the team! How do you think it should go? And what about the bonfire with these new friends of hers? Any ideas? I would love to hear your thoughts!

So leave a review and let me know what you think or if there is anything you want to see happen! Can't wait to hear from you all! Enjoy!