A/N: Sadly I own nothing pertaining to NCIS or its' characters.

Old Nemesis, New Respect

Chapter 6: Brothers

Ziva and Tim entered the Kispert home first for the safety of the boys.

"Alright fellas," Tim suggested, "Just grab the necessities for now."

Ziva followed Oliver into his room, while McGee went with Kyle. Kyle was telling McGee about his unusual hobby when they joined them.

"McGee we should really be going. Gibbs will be…" Ziva stopped to look at the immaculately kept room. Definitely not the room of a fifteen year old boy. The first thing that caught her attention was a shelf lined with bright yellow boxes. These boxes were labeled with several foreign languages. She gave McGee a quizzical look.

"Rosetta Stone?"

"It's a language tutorial system."

"Yeah, Kyle's a show off. Got ears and a steel trap mind for languages," Oliver bragged.

"You're just jealous Ollie."

"Yeah, that's it. Not!"

"I should say not, McGee. Oliver has a hobby right up your street."

"That's alley, Ziva."

Ziva turned to Kyle and spoke in Hebrew.

"Do you speak all these languages Kyle?"

"Yes ma'am. It comes easy to me."

"How many do you speak?"

"Only twelve."

"Looks like I have some catching up to do. I can only speak ten." Ziva laughed.

McGee faced Oliver. "Do you think they're talking about us?"

"No doubt."

Ziva and Kyle looked at each other with a slight grin on their faces. They'll never tell.

"Listen guys, we should be going, okay?"

"Can we get our dads' meds?"

"Rehab will take care of that for you Kyle. Don't worry about your dad, he's in good hands."

"Agent McGee?"

"Yes Oliver."

"Does Agent Gibbs have a computer with internet access?"

"Um, that would be a no. No technology."

"How about a DVD and TV setup?"

"Agent Gibbs is not on speaking terms with the twenty- first century," McGee smiled.

"Then, can we grab our laptops?"

"Sure, make it…."

Before McGee could finish his instructions, the boys were standing in front of him bags in hand.

"…quick. Really?"

"Dad says a Marine and his family are always ready at a moments' notice."

"Your father is a good man." Ziva glances at McGee as they exit the house. "Gibbs is going to love these two."

~~~~~?~~~~~

The boys were watching a foreign film on their laptop when Ziva walked into the room with McGee. It sounded as if Kyle was translating for Oliver.

"Hey, we're ordering pizza, any suggestions?"

Oliver shouted, "Sausage and pepperoni…"

Kyle finished, "With extra cheese!"

"You two sure you're not related to DiNozzo?" McGees' heart leapt into his throat as he realized the Freudian slip.

"Who?"

"Tony, "Kyle reminded Oliver.

Looking over the boys shoulders McGee noticed the computer was running English subtitles.

"Oh, I thought you were translating for your brother."

"Nah, Kyle's just showing off. It's a game we play."

"It keeps my language skills sharp. Ollie did you grab the x-box and Assassins Creed?"

"No it wasn't where it was supposed to be."

"Yes it was. I packed it myself and put it beneath the table before we left for camp."

"Listen little brother. My eyes work and they weren't under the table or I would have grabbed them."

"Maybe mom moved them before she was…"

A light went on in Kyles' head. "No, wait. I remember telling Scottie and Jamie they could borrow it while we were at camp. Maybe they picked it up already."

"Who are Scottie and Jamie?"

"Neighborhood kids. Their dad leaves them alone a lot. We've kinda big brothered them."

"Big brothered?"

"We kinda keep an eye on them," Oliver offered.

"Speak for yourself. I keep an ear out for them," Kyle snickered.

"Their father, Donald Peters?"

"Yeah that's right, why?"

Ziva walked in on the end of the conversation. "Mr. Peters said his boys were staying with their grandparents all week in Pennsylvania."

"I thought the Peters didn't have any family, that close by anyway."

"What makes you think so Kyle?" inquired McGee

"Jamie. He told me one time how he missed his grandparents. Said they moved to Florida."

"Maybe their other set of grandparents lives in PA," Ziva suggested.

"Never mention any. Say anything to you Ollie?"

"Nah. We usually talk about sports, movies or music. You're the one that folks open up to Mr. Sensitive."

"McGee and Ziva looked at each other and without saying a word knew what the next step would be.

"Umm, McGee you go ahead and order dinner. I have to check in with Gibbs."