(A/N Sorry this took so long! It took me forever to make myself happy with it)

She ran all the way to NCIS, breathing heavily more out of fear than exhaustion. Before walking inside, she looked around, making sure that Frost wasn't around. She knew that he wouldn't be, but the thought alone was horrifying. Every step she took after that was shaky and deliberate. She finally managed to make her way to the bullpen nonetheless.

"Tough day?" DiNozzo asked as his head popped out from under his desk. This made Robyn nearly jump out of her skin.

"Jesus, Tony! What the hell are you doing?" She shouted.

"I…dropped a pencil?" Tony answered, not understanding why she was so on edge.

"Oh." She said, softly. Her face was pale and her eyes were dimmer than they usually were, like somebody was sucking the life out of her.

"Hey, you alright?" Now he was actually worried as he pulled himself back into his chair.

"What?" She asked, too focused on Frost to hear him.

"I asked if you were-"

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." She lied, looking everywhere else but at him. Before he could say anything else she said, "I'm gonna go see what Abby's doing. I'll talk to you later." She said with a forced smile as she walked back to the elevator at a brisk pace. Tony just watched her go, trying to figure out what had gotten into her. Whatever it was, it must be really bad, because on a normal day, she would be spilling everything.

. . .

Robyn hardly spoke for the rest of the day. She just had a blank look on her face, pretending that she was listening when people talked to her, but nothing ever sank in. She would just nod absently.

"Gibbs, Gibbs!" Abby called as she saw him walking down a hallway. She had been looking for him for over ten minutes.

"Find something, Abbs?" He asked, holding a coffee in his hand. He thought this was strange. He usually was able to feel when Abby was on the verge of something somewhere in his famous gut.

"No, but this is important. Something is wrong with Robyn."

Gibbs face hardened. "What's the matter with her?" He asked as his stomach clenched slightly, expecting the worst.

"Well, I don't know. Nobody can get it out of her. But I talked to Tony a few minutes ago and he said the same thing. She's really jumpy, like you can't make any sudden movements. And when she's calmed down, it's like she's not even there."

"Where is she, Abby?"

"I left her down in the lab." She answered quickly.

Without another word, Gibbs was on his way to the elevator. It felt like it took forever for it to descend to the floor that was dedicated to the forensics lab. The doors slid open and he saw Robyn sitting at the counter. She wasn't moving. She was just sitting, staring at the blank screen of the computer monitor. The glass door slid open with a beep, but Robyn didn't seem to hear. He walked up to her and put a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. He felt her flinch violently which then turned into attempted controlled trembling. He drew his hand away.

"What happened, Robyn?" His voice was firm but nice.

It took her a few seconds to answer. "Nothing." She said in almost a whisper.

Gibbs looked around for a moment. "Where is your book bag?" He hadn't noticed it at his desk which was where it usually rested until it was time to go home.

She shrugged. "I guess I left if at school." Her eyes never left the computer monitor.

"Why would you have done that?"

"Forgot it…"

"You don't forget things." Gibbs said simply.

Her expression remained stoic. "First time for everything."

"I'd prefer to hear the truth."

"I told you the truth." She lied.

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine!" She snapped, finally looking at him. All she was trying to do was protect Gibbs. Just trying to protect her family but everyone kept pushing.

"Obviously." He said as his eyes narrowed. Now that she was looking at him, he could see how drained she looked. She looked like she did when they had first met. "You know Frost is in prison. You don't have to ever see him again." He was surprised to see those words only seemed to make her look worse. She looked like she was going to be sick.

"Okay." Was all she could manage to say. "Fine… I'm just tired." She wanted him to walk away. It was painful for him to stand there, talking about Frost like he couldn't hurt anybody when she knew that Frost was out, and no more than a few hours ago had threatened to kill Gibbs.

Gibbs knew for a fact this wasn't the problem. But he just shook his head, knowing that she wasn't going to let him help. "It's time to leave anyway. Come on." He said sternly. He watched her get to her feet and walk out without saying a word.

. . .

On the drive home, she seemed to be getting a little better. The color was starting to return to her face and she was talking a little bit more. This was very short lived as they approached the door.

"I thought you said that you left your book bag at school." Gibbs said.

"I did." She looked at him, confused.

"Then why is it there?" He pointed to the pack that was sitting on the porch. It was in fact her book bag.

Now Robyn did actually feel like she was going to be sick as she slowly walked to the bag, picking it up. It felt like it weighed 200 pounds. He had been there. He had been to the house.

"Oh." Her voice was strained. "Oliver must have dropped it off…"

"You're lying to me. I know there is something wrong. Let me help!"

"I'm the one trying to help you, Dad!"

This was the first time that she had ever called him that. Gibbs could tell by the look on her face that it had surprised her too.

"Help me with what?" He asked, knowing that she didn't want him to draw attention to what she had said.

She didn't answer. Instead, she walked inside. He followed closely behind.

"Don't walk away from me!" He snapped as he closed the door.

"Quit interrogating me! I hate it!"

"Just answer one question. Are you going to get yourself killed?"

"No…"

"You're lying to me again…"

"Just stop! I can do things on my own!"

"Except protect yourself!"

"It's not me I'm trying to protect!"

Gibbs just stared at her for a moment. Right now, he really hated the fact that she was so much like him. "Why do you think I need protecting?"

"You said one question! I answered it! I told you, I'm tired!" She started to skulk off to her room but fell short. The anger melted off her face as she turned back to look at Gibbs. Her expression was now just sad. Nothing else.

"This was Kelly's room…wasn't it?"

Gibbs didn't look at her. "Yeah. It was."

Her jaw clenched as she thought about this. "I'll see you in the morning." She said half heartedly.

"This isn't over."

"I know that." She said as she walked into the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

. . .

"Why don't you take a day off? You need it." Gibbs suggested as he was driving her to school about a week after Frost first showed up.

"No." She said firmly.

"We could go to NCIS right now and you can just hang out there all day."

"Maybe tomorrow."

"You've been saying that for the past week." He was getting frustrated. Nothing was getting through to her.

"Well, I have work I need to get done."

"That's the point of a day off."

"I don't need one."

Gibbs shook his head. "If you don't start talking, you're going to crash."

She didn't say anything after that. She wanted him to know. She wanted him to know that Frost had been meeting her after school every day for the past week.

Gibbs parked on the curb, letting her get out. "I'll see you at NCIS later then."

"Oh, I meant to tell you, I'm not coming today. I'm going to hang out with friends."

"Who?" Gibbs said quickly, a bit surprised.

"Just friends, Gibbs. You'd like them." This was a lie. She was hanging out with friends, but if Gibbs knew what kind of people they were, he would have had a heart attack before he let her go.

"Okay. You know when to be home." He trusted her. He just wished that she would stop calling him 'Gibbs.' She hadn't said the word 'dad' since that night.

. . .

Robyn's curfew was 11 o'clock. It was now 10:30. Gibbs figured that she wouldn't be home until the clock struck exactly 11 so he was still at NCIS with the team, working a case when DiNozzo's phone rang.

He flipped the phone open and in a cocky but exhausted voice he answered, "Agent DiNozzo."

"Hey, Tony," came Robyn's voice on the other line.

"Robyn?" He was surprised. Gibbs looked up from his desk at the sound of his daughter's name. He got to his feet and approached Tony, signaling him to put his phone on speaker. Tony did as he was told, a little nervous. "You alright?" He asked, holding the phone a little farther away from his face now that it was on speaker.

"Well…yeah…" She said, her voice traveling through the bullpen, Ziva and McGee also listening. "I kind of got into some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" Tony asked, not daring to look at Gibbs.

"I was at a party and the police showed up. Everyone bailed and me and a couple other people got…you know…sort of…arrested?"

"Oh, God…" DiNozzo let out a groan. Now he knew he could hear a little slur in her words.

"Yeah… So, I figured you would be the coolest about this and was wondering if you could bail me out? And maybe…not tell Gibbs?" She asked.

Tony finally looked up at his boss who he had never seen look so furious in his life. He signaled for Tony to say yes.

"Yeah. Of course. I'll…be right there." He said simply.

"Thanks Tony. You're the best."

"Don't mention it…" He said and he meant it. They both hung up. He hadn't even hung up before Gibbs was already in the elevator, looking like he was fit to murder.

"That kid is in some deep trouble." Tony muttered.

. . .

A guard walked to the holding cell that Robyn was in, telling her that someone had bailed her out as he opened the door. Robyn's smile fell dramatically when she saw Gibbs where Tony should have been standing.

"You're free to go." Said the guard.

"I think I wanna stay...forever." She said quickly, starting to shrink back into the confining room.

"Get your ass…here…now!" Gibbs shouted, standing at the end of the hall, near the front desk.

The guard couldn't help but laugh a little. "I would really get over there."

"Says the guy who's still going to be breathing tomorrow." She groaned as she walked slowly over to her father, too afraid to look him in the face.

They walked out of the police department, Gibbs not saying anything. He did not say a word until they stepped into the house.

"What made you think that any of that was a good idea?" He shouted.

Robyn opened her mouth but no sound came out. The sudden outburst surprised her enough to make her look him in the eyes. It was so terrifying that she was struck mute.

"Well?"

"I…I don't know…" She said quietly.

"That's not an answer! You lied to me! More than once!"

"I'm sorry…" She was actually very sincere.

"Don't apologize! It's not good enough anyway!"

"Then what is?" She didn't dare shout back at him.

"Answers! I want to know why you've decided that it's suddenly okay to lie! Why you started to hang out with these kinds of people! Why you're getting yourself in situations where you're getting arrested! And why you're scared! All the time!"

"I don't know."

"Stop lying to me!"

"I was just having fun…"

"Were you really?"

Robyn looked a little surprised and looked up at him. "No…Not really…I thought I would be…" She looked away again.

Gibbs was silent for a moment before saying, "Well now you know what kind of friends you have. And where lying gets you."

She didn't respond.

"Anything you want to tell me? About anything? Like why you've been acting like an idiot and always look scared of something?"

Again, she didn't respond. This only made him angrier.

"I trusted you tonight. Now I know that that was a mistake. Until I decide otherwise, you will come directly to NCIS after school and directly home. Nothing else. Someone will pick you up from school every day and bring you there. Understood?"

She looked horrified. He just assumed it was because she was clearly grounded, but he realized otherwise when she said, "I can walk to NCIS! Just like I always did!"

His eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't want you stumbling across any parties on the way and get arrested again."

"Gibbs, no! I won't go to any parties ever! I'll go straight home after NCIS for as long as you say, and maybe even longer! But just let me walk there!"

Gibbs paused. "What would I see?"

"What?"

"What would I see if I was outside your school when the bell rang?"

"N-Nothing..." She lied once again.

"Fine. I'll let you walk if it's really that important to you."

What Robyn didn't know is that Gibbs knew how to lie too.