Here's chapter 3 of Love will come again, I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to those who reviewed the first two chapters!
Chapter 3:
Gibbs got out of his car and walked into the lab where he was going to get the DNA test done. He just wanted to get this over with.
"Agent Gibbs," Ms. Harmon greeted, and he noticed she had a teenager with her. In person, the relation to Jenny was even more obvious. She smiled weakly at Gibbs and he nodded a silent hello to the girl. She had a look about her, like a girl who'd had to grow up too fast, and she desperately wanted to be a child again.
"Caitie, this is Agent Gibbs." Ms. Harmon said. Caitie looked up at him, wary.
"You're my biological father?" Caitie's voice was quiet.
"Maybe," Gibbs said. He could clearly see Jenny in the girl. Both Caitie and Jenny had the same hair and they had the same physical mannerisms. "What's Caitie short for?" He asked. "Caitlyn?"
"Cathlynn" the girl corrected. "Cathlynn Guinevere Jackson."
The girl's full name was like a slap to the face. Jenny's cover in Paris had been Guinevere. Cathlynn was a variation of Caitlyn, the name he'd wanted to use on his and Shannon's second daughter. And Jackson, that was his father's name. In a roundabout way, she'd given this girl a name that would mean something to him.
He forced himself to pay attention as he heard her talking. "Who am I going to go with after the test?"
"Me." Gibbs spoke quietly, his response surprising even himself. Both the girl and the lawyer looked at him in surprise. But the lawyer nodded in agreement.
"Okay," Caitie spoke just as quietly as he had.
They all walked into the lab and soon both Gibbs and Caitie had blood taken from them to do the test and they were leaving. They went out to the cars and Ms. Harmon opened her trunk where there was an extra backpack. "She's got some extra clothes in here."
"All right," Gibbs' said. He opened the back door to his car and Caitie got in, shoving both backpacks to the side as she slid in.
The ride back to DC was mostly silent and it was as they were passing the local Wal-Mart that Gibbs realized that he didn't have any food in the house. He pulled into the packing lot and found a slot. It would not do for him to let the girl starve.
"Something is up with Gibbs, McGee; I want to find out what it is." Abby Scioto was standing in front of McGee's desk.
"It's none of our business Abby." McGee said.
"What do you mean none of our business?" Abby asked "It's totally our business. If it affects Gibbs it affects us," she motioned to the separate team members, "indirectly."
"What makes you think something's wrong?" Ziva asked, abandoning the paperwork she'd been doing.
"He left for lunch with that lawyer and then when he came back he looked like he'd seen a ghost." Abby said. "It takes a lot to scare Gibbs."
"Well for all we know one of his ex-wives could be asking for more alimony." DiNozzo said.
"It's not that, I can tell." Abby said. "I can feel it in my gut."
Tony nodded. "Me, too," he admitted.
"See?" Abby explained to McGee. "Tony never gets worried about Gibbs. If Tony is worried then there has to be something horribly wrong. Gibbs is probably lying a ditch somewhere, we gotta find him!"
"McGee, see if you can find him." Ziva ordered. "Track him by his phone."
"I'm not going to go looking for him, he'll figure it out and then he'll be mad…..."
"I'd rather have him be mad than dead." Abby said.
"Me too." Ziva said.
McGee finally shook his head and pulled up something on his computer. "Fine, but if he asks who found him, I'm saying Tony did it."
Tony and Ziva got up and went to McGee's desk, Abby came around the back of his desk and they all looked over McGee's shoulders as the program tracked Gibbs' phone.
"1563 Kensington Ave." Tony read it off. "That's in Alexandria."
"What's he doing in Alexandria?" McGee asked. He typed some more and the name of the business popped up. They all stared at the screen in surprise, finally Tony spoke, saying what they were all thinking.
"Why is Boss at a DNA testing facility?"
Gibbs turned to Caitie as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "I need to get some groceries; if you need anything you can grab it."
"Okay." Caitie said. She looked up at him, "My mom and I used to make these really good cookies on Friday nights." It took Gibbs a moment to realize that it was Friday.
"You can get the ingredients," he told her. He could live with her using the oven tonight. They entered the store and both grabbed a cart before separating.
"Hey you," A voice made him turn. It was Dr. Ryan.
"Hi Doc." He smiled as he guided the cart towards the fruit.
"I didn't know you shopped at Wal-Mart," They fell into line and started looking at the apples together.
"I usually don't." Gibbs said as he put a few apples in a bag and then reached for the bananas, "I had to make a last minute stop."
"What for?" They walked down the fruit aisle, stopping a couple of times to grab some fruit.
"Groceries and such," Gibbs said, edging around the subject.
Dr. Ryan raised an eyebrow. "And such?" she asked her mouth quirking up in a half smile.
"Yeah, and such," Gibbs responded, they moved into the bread aisle
"You going to elaborate?" Dr. Ryan asked.
"Not in Wal-Mart," Gibbs said, grabbing a loaf of bread. He spoke shortly but not rudely, he just didn't want the Doc to find out about Caitie in Wal-Mart.
"Parker has a play date with a friend until three. I can leave him with a sitter after dinner."
"Can we meet up after nine?" Gibbs asked, he'd have to get Caitie to bed. Thirteen year olds went to bed at nine, right?
Doc Ryan gave him an unreadable look. "Sure," she said.
They separated and Gibbs went down a third aisle. He was grabbing a bag of chips (teenagers liked chips right?) when Caitie came up to him, she had a basket of things; it looked like an awful lot of items for homemade cookies but he didn't comment on it. The girl had been through a rough few years with both her mother and her grandmother dying. The least he could do for Jenny's baby was to let her make a batch or two of cookies.
They quickly finished the shopping and after Gibbs bought everything they went out to the car.
"Pam said you were an agent," Caitie said as he pulled out of the parking lot. "What kind of agent are you?"
"NCIS." Gibbs said, "It stands for…"
"Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Caitie interrupted. "Mom used to be the director you know."
"Yeah, I know," Gibbs said, soon they were pulling into the driveway of his house. "I don't have an extra bedroom, but you can take my room, I'll take the couch." Gibbs said. Caitie nodded and Gibbs led her up to his bedroom. "The bathroom is through there." he pointed "You can move my stuff around if you need room for your toiletries."
"Okay," Caitie said, she went into the bedroom that Gibbs had pointed to and set her bags down.
Gibbs went to go downstairs and she could hear him moving stuff around, and putting food away in the cupboards. Downstairs, Jethro put all the groceries away and then went to the basement. He needed a few moments away from the girl. The DNA test hadn't come back, but he knew. Caitie was his.
How could Jenny not have told him about his daughter? How had Jenny been able to work with him for so many years and not tell him? How could Jenny have kept from him, the only thing that would have made him happy?
Sure he wouldn't have been happy about the pregnancy at first, but having another daughter? He'd always wanted another daughter, a sister for Kelly and after Kelly and Shannon had died, he'd mourned the loss, of not only his daughter and wife, but for the future children he'd never have. And Jenny had taken it away from him. He'd talked to Jenny about it in Paris, about wanting a sister for Kelly; she had known he'd always wanted another daughter. And she hadn't told him about that little girl.
How could Jenny not have told him?
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