The Prodigal Son

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS

Any spelling or grammar errors are my own.

I'm back! Miss me? My hard drive decided to stop working so I have not been able to write any FanFiction for awhile. But now I have a new little netbook to use so let the typing begin!

May 11, 2004

Gibbs couldn't believe it. After all these years of searching, after all this time, praying for a miracle, praying that his son would be returned to him, here was Kyle standing in front of him. It was almost surreal.

"Agent Gibbs?" asked Jimmy. He had a look of concern over his face. "Are you alright?"

Gibbs paused. This was too much to take. "I have to go," he said bolting out of the room.

Jimmy looked up at Ducky. "Was it something I said?" asked Jimmy puzzled.

Ducky sighed. "Don't blame yourself, Mr. Palmer," said Ducky, patting Jimmy's arm. "Many years ago, Jethro had a family-a wife and two small children. They died in a car accident while Jethro was overseas. His son would be about your age."

"Oh," said Jimmy softly. "That's awful." He sighed. "I guess Agent Gibbs and I have a lot in common."

"What do you mean?" asked Ducky.

"I lost my family when I was little," said Jimmy. "Actually I've never even meet my real family. I was left outside an orphanage when I was a baby."

"I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Palmer," said Ducky. "I'm going to check on Jethro. Will you finish taking the X-rays, please?"

Gibbs was sitting outside in the warm sunshine but he was chilled. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath and stop the pounding in his heart.

He had imaged what he was his son would look like grown up but yet Kyle look nothing like he imaged. Kyle was tall-the same height as Gibbs but yet, while Gibbs had been more stocky, Kyle was slender like Shannon. His hair was the dark brown just like Gibbs used to be before it turned sliver. Kyle's hair was curly, just like Gibb's would be if he didn't buzz cut in a standard marine hairstyle. His olive green eyes were just like Shannon's.

Shannon has always want him to be a doctor…

"Jethro?" asked Ducky. "Are you alright, Jethro? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's him, Duck," said Gibbs.

Ducky sighed. He didn't have to ask. "You don't know that Jethro."

"I know my own son!" shouted Gibbs.

"You haven't seen Kyle in 20 years," said Ducky.

"It's him," said Gibbs. "He looks just like me. But he's got—" He paused, trying to get past the lump in his throat. "He's got Shannon's eyes."

"Jethro—"

"I know it's crazy," said Gibbs, "But I know it's him, Duck. That's my son in there. I have to go tell him."

"Wait, Jethro!" said Ducky. He grabbed Gibbs' arm, stopping him. "Before you go and upset Jimmy, you have to be sure."

"I am sure!" said Gibbs, "My gut-"

"I mean more than just your world famous gut," said Ducky. "I meant more along the lines of a DNA test." Ducky sighed, "Mr. Palmer is a man of science, Jethro. He is going to need scientific proof." He rubbed his hand over his face, "I'd hate for you to find your son only to lose him again because you rushed in blindly."

"I'll have Abby rush the test," said Ducky.

Gibbs sighed, "You're right. But the moment that DNA test comes back positive, which it will, I'm going to tell Jimmy who he really is."

Jimmy walked upstairs to the bullpen. He looked around, trying to figure out where Gibb's desk would be.

"Can I help you?"

Jimmy whipped around to see Tony DiNozzo starring right at him. "I'm looking for Agent Gibbs' desk," he said softly.

"Over here," said Tony. He walked over towards his desk with Jimmy right behind. "This is Gibb's desk," said Tony, pointing to Gibb's empty desk.

"He's not here," said Jimmy, disappointed.

"I never would have thought of that!" said Tony sarcastically. "Is something wrong Autopsy Gremlin?"

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, "What do you call me?"

"Autopsy Gremlin," repeated Tony. He sat down at his desk and put his feet up on the desk. "Oh relax Palmer, I give everybody a nickname. Consider it your initiation into NCIS."

"Um, thanks," said Jimmy.

"So why are you looking for boss-man?" asked Tony, "Cracked the case wide open."

"No," said Jimmy. He rubbed a hand through his hair. "Agent Gibbs kind of freaked out in autopsy."

"Well the last time he was there, he was shot," said Tony. "Could be a little PTSD."

"I don't think so," said Jimmy. "He seemed to freak out over meeting me."

Tony sat up at his desk. "You have my attention."

"It was like he had seen a ghost," said Jimmy. "When I asked for Dr. Mallard, he said Agent Gibbs' family had been killed in a car accident. And that his son would have been my age."

Tony paused. He never knew Gibbs had a family.

"Is it possible to pull up the file on Gibbs family?" asked Jimmy.

Tony nodded, grabbing his phone. "You bet."

"Abigail," said Ducky, tapping her on the back.

Abby Scutio removed her headphones. "Ducky! What can I do for you?"

"I need you to run a DNA test on this," said Ducky. He handed her two swabs, each in a separate plastic bags. He had swabbed the rib of Jimmy's coffee cup and of course Gibbs had given him a DNA swap.

"Sure," said Abby, taking the bags. "I'll find out whose these people are in no time flat."

"That's not necessary," said Ducky, smiling. Abby looked puzzled. "I just need to know if these two people are related. That's it. I just need you to run the two samples against each other. And I need you to do it right away."

May 15, 2004

Gibbs was never known to be a patience man. He had been searching for Kyle for 20 years. A few days shouldn't kill him. Or at least, he kept telling himself that.

Just when Gibbs thought his patience span had run out, his phone rang.

"Yeah," said Gibbs.

"Abby's done," said Ducky.

Gibbs didn't know if Ducky said anything else. He hung up the phone and practically ran towards the elevator.

Kate and Tony watched in amazement. "Do you know what that's about?" asked Kate.

Tony thought back to what Jimmy has said a few days ago, "He seemed to freak out over meeting me."

"I don't know," said Tony. He got up from his desk, grabbing his phone, "But I am going to find out."

"Where are you going?" asked Kate.

"File room," said Tony. "Apparently those file clerks move a lot faster when you're there to annoying them in person."

"What have you got, Abs?" asked Gibbs.

"Gibbs," said Abby surprised. "What are you doing here? Are you working with Ducky? What's going on?"

"Abigail," said Ducky, calmly. "Just tell us what you have found."

Abby nodded. She pulled up the results on her computer, "So I ran the two samples against each other just like you asked."

"And?" asked Gibbs. "What are the results?"

"They match," said Abby. "Whoever these two people are, they are related."

"How?" asked Gibbs.

Abby paused for a moment, "They're father and son."

Gibbs smiled. He gave Abby a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm going to bring you ten Caf-Pows," said Gibbs as he walked out the door.

"What is that about?" asked Abby.

Ducky smiled, "You'll find out soon enough."

Gibbs ran straight into autopsy. Jimmy was sitting at the desk. He looked up when Gibbs walked in.

"Agent Gibbs," said Jimmy. "Dr. Mallard isn't here right now."

"I know," said Gibbs. "I'm here to see you."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Okay."

"Jimmy, there's something I need to tell you," said Gibbs. He took a deep breath.

"Jimmy, I'm your father."

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