For: MariskaBaby92

From: OrtonsMistress

Title: Christmas with the Gibbs'

Rating: K+

Prompts: Jenny and Gibbs, Snowballs, Burnt Turkey and Family.

Hope you enjoy this!

Jenny was finishing up the last of her paperwork before the Christmas holiday and hoping that she would get to spend the holidays uninterrupted with her family. Gibbs had already picked up Catie from the NCIS daycare and headed to the airport to pick up Jackson. She was just about to sign off on the last case file, when there was a knock at the door. "Come in."

"Did you need a ride home Jenny?" Ziva asked, walking into the office. "Gibbs said you may need a lift."

Closing up the file and taking off her glasses, she looked up at the newly Israeli-American, NCIS Agent. "Thank you Ziva, I would appreciate that."

Waiting while Jenny shut down her computer and got what she needed to take home with her, Ziva watched the snow falling quickly outside. "Tony said something before he left, if it continues to snow like this we will be able to take Catie out and build a snow person."

"I think you mean a snowman Ziva," Jenny chuckled, finding it a little funny that she still had trouble with American idioms almost ten years after living in the United States. "Catie will love that. Of course anything you guys come up with for her to do, she loves."

Laughing lightly to herself, Ziva followed Jenny out of the office and down the stairs past the bullpen. "I cannot guarantee that Tony will not try and get her to do something that he knows she should not do."

"I'm sure that Jethro will keep them in line," Jenny replied, as they got into the elevator. "Oh I need you to drive me by the grocery. I need to pick up the turkey I ordered."

"Okay."

"Daddy, when's Mama going to be home?" Catie asked, walking into the kitchen where Gibbs and Jackson were fixing something simple for dinner for all of them.

Bending down to pick her up, he held her on his hip as he continued stirring the chili he answered. "She'll be home as soon as she and Zi pick up the turkey for dinner tomorrow."

"Grampa, when will Santa be here?" she asked, looking over at Jackson questioningly.

Reaching over and taking her from Gibbs, he carried her over to the kitchen table and sat down with her. "Well Santa comes during the night tonight, after all the little girls and boys are in bed asleep."

"How does he know?" she continued to question, reminding both Gibbs and Jackson of Kelly when she was the inquisitive four year old.

Thinking over his answer carefully, Jackson decided to use the same thing that he had told Kelly when she questioned him when she was a little bit older than Catie. "Well Santa gets phone calls from all the mommies and daddies in the world, and they tell him when their children are in bed, so he can come down the chimney and leave presents for you."

"Oh," she replied, thinking over what he told her. "Okay."

"All right Catie bug, go upstairs and play until mama gets home," Gibbs said, not sure how many more questions could come out of his daughter.

"How about we go outside and build a snowman?" Tony's voice called out, as he, McGee and Abby walked into the house.

"T!" Catie squealed, jumping down from Jackson's lap and rushing into her surrogate big brother's arms. "We can play in the snow?"

"Catie, you need to get your warm clothes on before you go outside," Gibbs said, knowing that the temperatures would be dropping continuously.

"Come on Catie, I'll help you get changed," Abby said, taking the little girl's hand, and heading upstairs to her room.

By the time Jenny and Ziva got back to the house, there was a full blown snow ball fight going on out in the front yard. It was Tony and McGee against Abby, Catie and Gibbs. Tony had a perfect aim on Gibbs, and as soon as he released the tightly packed snow ball, it had sailed right over the bossman's head, and landed directly on Ziva's chest, forcing the ninja assassin to glare in the direction of where the snowball came from.

"Ziva's going to kill you," McGee said, seeing the glare she was shooting toward the trees they were currently hiding behind.

"Mama!" Catie yelled, dropping her snowball and running over to Jenny. "You be on me and daddy's team."

Hugging her gently to her side, she couldn't help but smile at the scene. "Okay sweet pea, let me go put my stuff inside and change into warmer clothes, then I'll come outside with you."

"All right," she replied, going back over to where Gibbs and Abby were crouched.

Once Jenny had put the groceries away, said hello to Jackson, and gone upstairs to change; she had just gotten back outside in time to hear Tony begging for mercy against Ziva and the mass of snowballs she was launching at him.

"What's going on?" she laughed, going over and hugging Gibbs around his waist.

"Ziver is launching her own attack on Tony for the snowball he nailed her with." he replied, turning his head and kissing her lightly. Before the kiss could get too heated, they were hit by a weakly thrown snow ball, leaving them no doubt as to who the culprit was. Of course the soft giggles of 'eww' also left no doubt.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Jenny asked quietly, pulling away with a secretive smile.

Pecking her lightly on the lips, Gibbs bent down and scooped up a snowball and started chasing after Catie.

"Daddy!" she squealed, amongst the giggles coming from her. "Tony tol' me to do it."

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed. "I did not. I just said it would be funny if SOMEONE did it, not necessarily you."

As Jenny stood there watching her husband chase their little girl around the backyard, she realized how lucky she was to have the family that she did. True, they may be unconventional, crazy and dysfunctional; but they loved each other. Catie couldn't be any luckier than she was to have the adopted big brothers and sisters that she has, plus the guardian angel sister watching over her. When Catie tried to dart past her away from Gibbs, she reached out and grabbed her around the waist.

"Come on Catie Bug; let's get inside before you catch a cold. See if Grampa has the chili ready yet."

"Okay mama," she replied, snuggling up to Jenny. "Grampa tol' me that he will tell me a story tonight."

Kissing the side of her head gently, Jenny carried her into the house, setting her down on the washer to take off her outdoor clothes. "What kind of story are you going to have him tell you?" she questioned, as Catie loved hearing stories that Jackson would make up, and stories about her daddy when he was a boy.

"I dunno," she replied with a shrug. "Maybe 'bout daddy."

"You like those kind of stories, huh?"

"Mmhmm."

Picking her back up in her arms, Jenny carried her into the living room where Jackson was sitting and watching an old western movie. "I swear you and Jethro are more alike than either of you would like to admit."

"Eh, we just know good movies," Jackson replied, looking up at his daughter in law and granddaughter. "Chilli is simmering and everything is ready for dinner to be fixed tomorrow."