See, not long at all since the last chapter thanks to everyone who read and especially those of you who reviewed. Honestly I can probably have another chapter up tonight or sometime tomorrow, it depends on how lazy I am feeling. So it won't be a long wait again, the perks to having the week off I suppose.

So leave a review and let me know what you think please! And just a little side note, I realized that I'm really close to 100 reviews, I'm not gonna beg for reviews, but if enough people want to review to put me up at 100 I wouldn't complain :D

It seemed like only seconds had passed since Amelia had lay down on her bed and closed her eyes, when realistically; it had been about four hours since she had fallen asleep. Still, even after five hours Amelia was not happy when she was woken up by heavy pounding on her bedroom door.

"What?" she yelled, not moving from the bed. The door opened a little bit,

"It's time to get up, you need to be ready to go in fifteen minutes," Gibbs said, sticking his head in. Amelia opened one eye and looked at him,

"What?" she asked more calmly this time.

"You need to get up. We are leaving in fifteen minutes," he repeated, flipping the light switch on before leaving the room to head downstairs.

"Ugh, what the hell," Amelia moaned to herself as she rolled out of bed. Not completely sure what Gibbs had in mind she moved slowly, deciding if he was going to wake her up after so little sleep he was going to have to wait for her. As she wandered around her room getting ready for the day Amelia was looking for her phone. After checking on the charger, by her bed, and on the dresser she still had not found it. Growing frustrated she went to grab her laptop instead and was incredibly confused when it was not on her desk like usual. Figuring Gibbs probably had something to do with it she quickly finished getting dressed and made her way downstairs. Gibbs was waiting at the bottom step.

"Where is my stuff?" she asked him.

"What stuff?" he pretended not to know what she was talking about.

"You know what stuff! My cell phone! And laptop! It's not in my room and I'm pretty sure you know where it is!"

"First off, you can lose the attitude Amelia; it's not going to help you today. Your laptop and phone are safely put away for now. You can have your phone when you go to school, but you are to use it only to call me. Anything else and I will take it away even longer. You can use your laptop for schoolwork only and you will only be allowed to use it in the living room."

"Are you insane?" Amelia asked him rudely, "This is completely ridiculous!"

"This is not ridiculous Amelia. This is what it means to be grounded. You broke my rules and there are consequences to that. At the moment I cannot trust you to stay in the house by yourself while I am at work. You will be coming to work with me today and then each day after school until your grounding is over." Amelia starred at him, she had never been grounded before and to her it seemed like he was piling it all on in one go,

"You really are insane! How can you expect this to help anything! All it's doing is making me hate you!" she yelled loudly. She began to turn around and storm away from him but he grabbed her arm and made her stay where she was,

"You are not going to speak to me like that. I am you father, even if you aren't happy about it, I am your father and you will treat me with respect. You will not yell at me like that again, if you do, there will be consequences for that too. This is your first and only warning. Understand?" when he spoke his voice was very calm and low, very intimidating to Amelia who nodded in response. "Answer me," he told her.

"I understand," she said quietly.

"Good," Gibbs let go of her arm, "We are leaving in five minutes. Be ready to go." Gibbs went into a different area of the house to finish getting ready for work while Amelia stood in the same spot on the stairs. She was not happy about anything that just happened, but the way Gibbs had been so calm when he spoke to her just then intimidated her big time, she realized, and she was not looking forward to the rest of the day. When Gibbs appeared by the stairs again she grabbed her purse and coat and stormed out the door before he could say anything. While she had been standing there she decided that if he didn't like the way she spoke to him that she just wasn't going to speak to him at all. To her, that solved the problem all together.

The drive to NCIS was a very quiet one, though Gibbs was thankful they were not arguing again. He had been wary about bringing his teenage daughter to NCIS, not wanting her to be exposed to the cases and everything that went on, but he could find no other option and had convinced the director that it was necessary. She would be staying in the squad room while the team was there, then if they had to go out to a crime scene or something she would stay with Ducky or Abby. Ducky was his first choice, as he was more likely to make sure Amelia followed his rules and the rules of her grounding, but he did not want her down there if Ducky had a body on the table, in which case she would be staying in Abby's lab. He knew Abby would be much more susceptible to Amelia's whining and manipulating and was more likely to allow her on the computer or something.

Arriving at the NCIS building they stopped to get Amelia a visitor's pass then made their way up to the squad room. When they arrived, Tony, Ziva, and Tim were already sitting at their desks; it seemed as if they had never gone home.

"Hey boss. Boss's daughter," Tony greeted.

"Hey Tony," Amelia answered. Gibbs glared at them both and when he turned his back Amelia stuck her tongue out at him, "Mature," Tony whispered. Amelia responded by simply sticking he tongue out at him this time, causing Tony to retaliate in the same fashion. Of course Gibbs chose this exact moment to turn around and see them,

"Grow up DiNozzo. Amelia, over here," he said, motioning to the spare desk in the small area. Amelia shuffled over to him and sat down at the desk, frowning when a pad of paper and a pencil was set in front of her.

"What's this for?" she asked curiously, looking at Gibbs. He set down another paper next to the first; this one had words written on it. Upon closer inspection she saw that the words were actually a list of Gibbs' rules.

"You're going to sit here and copy each rule until I tell you to stop," Gibbs told her. Amelia felt her mouth drop open,

"Are you kidding me? Why?" she whined.

"Because it's part of your punishment," Gibbs said simply.

"Oh my God, are you serious? There's more to this? I think there is enough to this stupid punishment!"

"I disagree. Get started. And make sure it's good handwriting, or you will be redoing it." Gibbs walked over to his desk and watched his daughter while pretending to be busily checking his email. He figured it was a good thing Amelia couldn't see his computer, or she would know it wasn't even on, he thought.

Amelia sat at the desk, glaring at the papers for a while, arms crossed over her chest. Finally Gibbs spoke up again,

"The longer you wait, the longer you're going to have to write," he told her. She groaned, but picked up the pencil and began writing each of the rules that was listed in front of her. The team continued to work while Amelia sat writing her lines.

After a few hours of sighing and eye rolls on her part and ignoring from Gibbs Amelia finally set her pencil down,

"Can I have lunch? Even prisoners get lunch and free time," she said, speaking for the first time since she began writing. Gibbs looked at his daughter then at his team,

"Ziva, what are you doing right now?" he asked.

"Just finished getting those numbers you asked for Gibbs," she told him.

"Great. Can you take Amelia to get lunch?" he asked. Normally he would have taken her himself, but he was too busy to really leave the office at the moment.

"Of course."

"Thanks Ziva. Nothing fancy and don't let her talk you into going anywhere else," he told her, handing her some money. He knew that Ziva would not be persuaded easily by his daughter to go do something fun rather than coming back and writing more lines.

Amelia was just happy that it wasn't Gibbs taking her out to lunch as she still was not happy with him and would rather not speak to him. Ziva however had been nice to her when she had been at the house the other day and Amelia didn't think she would mind spending a few hours with her.

"Where would you like to eat?" Ziva asked the teenager as they got into the elevator.

"Are there any cafes or bakeries around here?" she asked hopefully.

"There is a nice café down on the corner, we usually get lunch there. We can walk if you would like, it's not too cold out."

"Excellent, let's do that," Amelia decided. Ziva nodded and the pair began walking out of the building towards the café.

So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Can't decide? Leave a review and let me know! Praises, ideas, and constructive criticism are all welcome

I have to say, it's kind of weird writing about them being in the middle of winter when I'm sitting in 90 degree heat that feels more like 100 degrees (anyone want to guess where I live? Lol)