Ok guys, I am soo sorry! Life has been soo crazy right now and I've been super unmotivated to write. I mean really, who wants to write on their one day off? Well me apparently because that's what I'm doing. Anyway, sorry this update took so long! I currently work all the time and I'm trying to go to Honduras and get signed up for going back to school (finally time to go to college! Yay! It's only been two years lol), and to top it all off my computer has been doing crazy things and I hate using it, but when you put all that together it causes major stress and no desire to write. Soo, I finally pumped this out for you guys, though most of it was written after midnight last night, so if it doesn't make sense or just plain sucks, please let me know! I hope I haven't lost any readers with my lack of updates! I'm gonna try to make them more regular now!

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The day seemed to get worse and worse as each class passed and by the time the final bell rang to dismiss the students Amelia was in a horrible mood. Chemistry had been ok, but every class after that just seemed to go wrong, they had a pop quiz in her math class that she was pretty sure she failed and a huge project assigned in Spanish. To top everything off her English teacher had assigned them a five page paper due at the end of the week on a book she had not read. Amelia had tried asking for an extension, but the teacher refused, telling her she was just going to have to find a way to get it done. Once the bell rang she quickly made her way to her locker, grabbing everything she would need, and storming out of the school towards her father's car. She didn't say a word to him as she got in the passenger seat and slammed the door, not once looking at him.

"Bad day?" Gibbs asked as he watched his daughter climb into the car. He could tell by her actions and body language that she was pissed about something, he was just glad that he didn't seem to be the cause of her anger for once.

"Just go," she pleaded, wanting to get as far away from the school as possible. Gibbs complied and drove away, heading for NCIS. Amelia was quiet for a few minutes before she spoke up, half looking at Gibbs.

"Do you think maybe I could have my phone back? Not for long, just a little while? I know I'm not supposed to have it because of what I did, and I know what I did was wrong. Trust me, after all that writing yesterday I don't have any plans to sneak out again. And I understand that you took my phone away because of what I did. But when me and Ziva were at lunch we were talking about brothers and it made me really miss Matt and I was hoping that I could have my phone back for a little while so that I could talk to him."

Gibbs was shocked that Amelia seemed to be admitting she had been wrong and asking permission to call her brother. Maybe making her write rules all day had given her a little bit of respect for him. He thought about it for a moment,

"Once you finish your homework, you can give him a call," he said, thinking it was a good compromise.

"Why do I have to finish my homework first? There's so much of it and it's gonna take forever! I just wanna call Matt!"

There's the girl he had gotten used to, he thought at her outburst.

"That's how it's going to be Amelia. If you finish your homework, or a decent amount of it, without complaining, then you can call your brother. But if you continue to whine about how much homework you have or speak to me with an attitude like that again you won't be calling him. Understand?" Amelia sighed,

"Yes, sorry," she said grudgingly as they pulled into the parking garage. She quietly followed Gibbs into the building and up to the squad room, siting at the desk she had occupied most of yesterday. Figuring it was her best chance of talking to her brother, she immediately began working on her homework. She breezed through the chemistry worksheet and struggled slightly on the math, but managed to get through it alright. She worked a little on the Spanish project she had been assigned but quickly realized she was going to need a computer for the rest of her homework. She looked at Gibbs' desk and saw him concentrating deeply on a file in front of him,

"Umm, Gibbs?" She asked quietly. He looked up at her,

"Yes?"

"I've done all the homework I can, I need a computer for the rest," she told him, hoping he wouldn't see this as complaining about doing homework. Gibbs nodded and moved his chair back,

"You can use mine," he told her, "Bring your chair." Amelia nodded and grabbed the papers and books she needed, placing them on the chair and sliding them across the room behind her father's desk. Gibbs had taken away her laptop after she snuck out and was not planning on giving it back until her grounding was over. However, he had no problem letting her use his computer to do any homework she might have, though he was going to sit at the desk with her, pretending to work, while really making sure that she wasn't playing around on the internet. He was happy to see that the only pages she pulled up were those related to the homework she was working on.

Amelia had been starring at the same website for the past thirty minutes, trying to figure out what the book she was supposed to be writing a paper on was about, but she couldn't concentrate to save her life. Groaning loudly she threw her head down on her arms, squeezing her eyes shut. She was unaware that her actions had caused the four other people in the immediate area to look at her,

"Problems?" Gibbs asked rhetorically. Amelia just groaned in response then unexpectedly stood up,

"I need a break!" she said, leaving the room before anyone could answer. They were all a little shocked but Gibbs followed her after a minute. He found her in a corridor, simply pacing up and down quickly.

"You ok?" Amelia nodded,

"Just frustrated," she said, shaking her hands a little bit. Gibbs could tell she had a lot of pent up energy, probably from sitting around and doing homework so long. He had seen her act the same way yesterday and assumed that his daughter was simply not good at sitting and focusing on one thing for long periods of time. Rather than try to get her to go sit and finish her homework he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her,

"Call your brother," he told her. She smiled and took the phone,

"Thanks," she said genuinely.

"No longer than fifteen minutes or so though, you've still got to finish some of that homework." She nodded distractedly while dialing the number and Gibbs walked back to the squad room, but rather than going back to his desk he went to the one Amelia had been doing her homework at. Shuffling through the papers he found the homework his daughter had already completed and took it back to his desk, wanting to check it over. It had been a while since he had taken sophomore level classes, but he knew enough to know that his daughter had gotten all of the chemistry questions correct and all but two of the math ones right. Looking in the planner that was sitting on the desk he saw that she was currently working on a Spanish project where she had to give an oral report on a country of her choosing and bring in a prop of some kind that related to the country and an English paper on Mao's Last Dancer, whatever that was, he thought. As he looked over his daughters work he found that she was very meticulous and organized, almost to the point that it was compulsive. He would have to keep an eye on that, he thought.

While Gibbs was looking over her homework Amelia was happily talking to her brother.

"So how's it going there?" Matt asked.

"It's alright," she admitted, "Though I would much rather be back in New York."

"I don't blame you. I miss you Amy," he said sadly. Amelia smiled though, Matt was the only one who called her Amy and it was nice to hear the name again.

"I miss you too. It's weird not seeing you all the time. What have you been up to?" she had already told him all she wanted about living in DC and wanted to hear more about what he was doing.

"Oh, nothing really. Just same old, same old." He answered. Amelia knew that was his way of saying he had spent most of his time recently getting high as a kite. She rolled her eyes, but listened to him tell her about something that had happened yesterday. A few minutes later he had to go, so they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone. Talking to her brother had made her feel a little bit better and she made her way back to the squad room.

"How's Matt?" Gibbs asked. Amelia shrugged,

"Same as always," she answered shortly, sitting back in the chair next to Gibbs and handing him the cellphone. Looking at the computer screen she felt he heart sink. The website was Amazon, telling her just how long the book she was supposed to be writing a paper on was going to be long and boring. It didn't help that her teacher expected her to catch up on the reading and turn a five page paper in by Friday, four days from now. Checking the clock and seeing that it was only five she asked Gibbs if she could make a trip to the bookstore. Seeing as she was grounded and he did not exactly trust her to go on her own, he sent Tim McGee along with her.

"So what book are you reading?" Tim asked as he drove them to the bookstore.

"Mao's Last Dance," she grumbled. Tim made a face,

"I don't think I've heard of that one," he said.

"Yeah well, neither had I, until today that is. Although apparently every other student in my grade has and had all freaking summer to read it while I only get four days." She couldn't help but complain about the assignment.

"You've only just been assigned the book and now you have a paper on it due already?"

"Crazy isn't it?" she responded.

"It is crazy, how can your teacher expect that of you?"

"She's crazy as well! That's why the whole thing is crazy!" she told him as the pulled into the parking lot of the bookstore.

"I don't see how they can actually expect you to turn in a paper on a book you haven't read." Amelia shrugged,

"That's why we're here," she said matter of factly, gesturing to the bookstore before heading inside, not waiting to see if McGee was following.

This was the first time that Tim had spent any real time with his boss's new daughter and he was a little worried. He had seen the trouble she had given Gibbs and was not looking forward to having to put up with the attitude she always seemed to have. He found though that she was a completely different girl when not around her father. She had chatted the whole way about something he didn't quite understand, not because he wasn't listening but because she was talking so fast and switching subjects so quickly that he found it hard to keep up. He had a feeling this girl was very quick witted and could possibly talk circles around someone who wasn't prepared. He followed the teenager into the bookstore, helping her find the book quickly before driving back to the navy yard. She had started reading as soon as they got back in the car and by the time the fifteen minute ride to the navy yard was over she was already bored with the book.

"Why can't they ever pick good books?" she moaned as they rode the elevator together, "This is so boring!"

"Not all books can be exciting," he told her.

"Well why do they insist we read the crappy boring ones? I mean, do they want us to fail?" she asked dramatically as they walked into the squad room.

"Who's failing?" Tony asked when he saw them.

"I'm going to because this book sucks!" she threw the book on his desk as if to make a point. Tony glared at it,

"I don't want it on my desk if it sucks that much," he said, pushing it towards her with a pencil. She rolled her eyes and pushed it even closer to him,

"Want to read it for me?" she asked hopefully, even though she knew the answer would be no.

"You're funny," Tony said, fake laughing while pushing the book back to her.

"It's funny that you think I'm joking," she said, almost seriously, a slight smile playing across her face.

"What's this about anyway?" Tony asked, picking up the book and examining the cover.

"I have no idea! But it's boring as hell so far," she said as Gibbs walked into the room.

"Watch your language," he scolded as he walked past, snatching the book from Tony and setting it on the desk Amelia had been sitting at, "We're leaving in an hour. Why don't you read some more until we have to go," he suggested. Gibbs knew she had a paper on the book due in four days and he wanted Amelia to be done with the book as fast as she could so that she had plenty of time to write the paper. Amelia made a face and groaned, but walked over to the desk and sat down, lazily flipping the book open and scanning the page.

An hour later when Gibbs turned off his computer and began getting ready to leave he looked over at his daughter for the first time. Somehow within the span of an hour she had climbed onto the desk and was currently hanging upside down with the book in front of her face.

"Can you even read like that?" he asked.

"Sort of. I thought that maybe if I was reading in a more interesting position the book would seem more interesting," she said then paused, "It's not working." Gibbs laughed, amused by his child's thought process,

"C'mon, get your stuff. We're gonna head out," he told the team, "Don't stay too late." Together Amelia and Gibbs walked out of the building and Gibbs noticed that her mood had improved drastically once they were at NCIS, he figure it was probably she had just had a bad day at school that made her so moody earlier.

"What's for dinner?" Amelia asked as they climbed into the car and Gibbs began to drive. He thought for a moment,

"Spaghetti?" Amelia shrugged,

"Whatever," she said dismissively. When they got to the house Gibbs went into the kitchen while Amelia flopped onto the couch, picking up her book and beginning to read again. About twenty minutes later Gibbs called her to dinner.

"How's the book going?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.

"It sucks," she told him plainly, not saying anything else.

"Most books that schools assign do suck," Gibbs said, thinking back to the books he had been forced to read as a teenager.

"Seriously!" she agreed. There wasn't much conversation at dinner that night, but at least Amelia was not telling Gibbs that she hated him and wanted to go home. Amelia figured that he had been nice enough to let her call her brother, even though she was grounded, so she should cut him a little slack, for now at least.

The rest of the week seemed to pass way too quickly for Amelia's liking. She finished her Spanish project the next day, with Ziva's help since she spoke Spanish so well, and it was now Thursday. She was sitting in Autopsy with Ducky while her father and his team were out on a case. Ducky was not working on a body at the moment so she was able to stretch out on one of the metal autopsy tables. She was lying on her back with the book held up above her face, reading the last chapter of the book. Ten minutes later she was finally done with the last page, and in celebration she threw the book across the room. Which had seemed like a great idea until she heard a thud followed by a grunt. Sitting up she looked and saw that the book had managed to hit Ducky right in the back.

"Crap! I'm sorry! I didn't think I was gonna hit anyone," she apologized immediately.

"It's alright Amelia, maybe just be more careful the next time you decide to throw something. I take it you are done with the book though?"

"Yes! Thank God! It was horrible!"

"I'm sure it was not that bad my dear."

"Oh it was pretty bad. Can I go upstairs though? I have to write a paper on it now and I need the computer."

"Of course. Just go straight up there, no playing around on the way."

"Scouts honor," she said, holding up one of her hands and she hoped off the autopsy table and left the room quickly, only to walk back in a few seconds later and picking the book up off the floor, "I might need this," she explained before walking out again.

Once upstairs Amelia sat at her father's computer and opened a word document. Looking at the requirements for her paper she began to type. Two hours later she was printing out five pages on Mao's Last Dancer. She quickly shoved the paper in her English folder and put it in her backpack, not wanting to think about it anymore. She had sped through the book and counted on Spark Notes to fill in anything she didn't understand. She had always written excellent papers and reports for school, so she was not worried about the grade she would get on this one. Not long after she had finished her paper Gibbs showed up to take her home so she could get some sleep before school the next day.

When she woke up the next morning she was happy it was Friday. Because even if she was grounded and couldn't actually do anything she didn't have to worry about having any homework assigned to her, which meant she could spend the weekend in Abby's lab playing with all the equipment. Under very close supervision of course.

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