Here's chapter 5 hope you all enjoy!

Palmer entered Abby's lab to find the forensic tech working feverishly on something on her computer.

"Hey Abby, I need you to get information on the weapon that was used to subdue our victim downstairs." Palmer said. Abby jerkily motioned to the table so Palmer set the evidence down and held out the paper for her to sign. She quickly signed and then turned back to her computers.

Palmer turned to leave and passed McGee coming in.

"Hey Abby," McGee said.

"I'm fine McGee." Abby told him shortly.

"I just wanted to make sure." McGee said, he stood next to her at the computer.

"Of course I'm not fine McGee? Did you actually believe that?" Abby asked.

"No, I just figured if you didn't want to talk about it I couldn't make you." McGee told her.

"Did Gibbs know about her?" Abby asked, suddenly sounding like a little girl. "And now he's just saying he's finding out about her to make it look like Jenny's the bad guy?"

"Abby, you know Gibbs would never do that. He'd never treat Jenny's memory like that and you and I both know he'd never have abandoned Cathlynn had he known about her."

"But why didn't Jenny tell him about his daughter?"

"I don't know Abby, we may never know."

Abby turned back to her computer "I wish there was a way I could hack into the database in that facility to see the answer to the test." She changed the subject slightly.

"You know you can't Abby. Gibbs would get into trouble if you did that."

"I know I can't McGee, I just wish I could." Abby said.

"You don't need to; I already know how the test is going to come back." McGee said.

"How?" Abby asked, she was so surprised by McGee's statement that she stopped typing and looked at him.

McGee slid the keyboard from Abby and typed something in. The JROTC picture of Caitie popped up along with a second picture. The second picture was a newspaper photo of a younger girl who looked about 8 years old. Although one picture was in black and white and the other color and both pictures were of different quality, the girls in the pictures looked very similar.

"Why are you pulling up 2 pictures of Jenny's daughter McGee?" Abby asked, looking away from the pictures on her computer screen. It was like a bad train wreck, she didn't want to look, but she couldn't look away for very long.

McGee pointed to the JROTC picture. "That's Jenny's daughter Cathlynn."

"Yeah."

McGee pointed to the newspaper picture. "That's Kelly."

Caitie Jackson sighed and looked out the window. She was bored. She hoped that Agent Gibbs would come back soon. Being alone was boring. Even if they didn't really talk, having another person there was less lonely. She looked at the picture she had of her mother and Gibbs, they were younger, her mom's hair was longer, curlier and they were eating at some restaurant.

Caitie could clearly see how she resembled her mother, they had the same hair and smile, but Gibbs' didn't look the least bit familiar, weren't you supposed to be able to look at your family and know "That's my family"?

She remembered that she'd brought with her one of the DVD's her mom had made for her and she went up to her room and grabbed it, going downstairs she went to the TV and started looking for a DVD player.

She couldn't find one and she didn't even see a cable box and she wondered if Agent Gibbs thought he was living in the 1950's.

"Thank goodness for my laptop." Caitie muttered. She got it out and plugged it in, after booting it up, she put the DVD in.

The menu came up and she scrolled past the clips listed.

First day of high school

First time you have your period

When you miss me

When you meet Jethro, clicking on it she waited for the video to pop up.

Her mother showed up on screen, "Hi Caitie Cat." She said, "If you're watching this you should have met your father…" there was a pause. "Jethro," Jenny sighed "If you turn the DVD over, he should find a video for him. If Jethro hasn't said much to you don't be offended, he's not talkative even with people he's known for years. It was a struggle to get him to talk to me about anything and we worked together for years."

Caitie smiled thinly; well it was good to know that she wasn't the reason for Agent Gibbs' silence.

The clip went on telling Caitie about Jethro.

"He loves building with his hands and there should be a boat in progress in the basement."

Caitie raised an eyebrow and looked at the screen. A boat in the basement? How did he get it out?

"I've wondered for years but never quite figured out how he gets it out." Caitie smiled and paused the DVD. She had to see the boat. Getting up she left her laptop in the living room and after looking around, she found the door to the basement. Going down the stairs she let her eyes adjust, it didn't look like any boat she'd seen before. It must be only partly finished. She decided.

Looking around in the basement, she noticed that except for an older TV in one corner, there wasn't a bit of technology in the entire room. "How does he build it?"

"Hand tools." A voice made Caitie turn. It was Agent Gibbs.

"It must take an awful long time to make one."

"On average, the last few boats took two and a half years."

"How many have you built?" Caitie asked, walking to the stairs.

"Not sure, don't keep count."

"What do you do with them?"

"I kept one, it's docked in the marina, and I donate the rest." There was a pause "And I gave one to my God-Daughter."

"I bet she appreciated that." Caitie said.

Gibbs shrugged and said "She was 18 months at the time. The gift was more for her mother. But I didn't want to hurt her mother's feelings and make it seem like I was being over protective, so I gave it to Amira."

Caitie smiled and walked up the stairs. "Why a boat?"

"Why not?"

They went upstairs and Gibbs went to the kitchen. "Do you want something in particular for Dinner?"

Caitie shrugged "Not really." She said. "Anything you fix will be fine. Hey," she asked closing the door to the basement "Do you have a DVD player?" Maybe she just hadn't seen it.

Gibbs shook his head. "I don't even have cable."

Caitie looked confused. "Why?" She asked.

"Don't need it; I'm usually at work or working on my boat."

Caitie nodded quietly and followed him into the kitchen.

"Can I go watch the rest of the movie that my mom made for me?" She asked. At his curious glance Caitie launched into an explanation. "Mom made me a few movies where the different clips are words of advice she has for me at different parts of my life. She made it after she got the ALS diagnosis."

"How long did she know?" There was a pause, "About the ALS."

"I think it was about 6 months." Caitie said, "Grandmother said that she found out just before Christmas but she died in a shooting in May."

Gibbs nodded and spoke "You can watch it if you want."

"Okay." She turned and then remembered something. "Oh, my mom said she made one for you too, if you want to watch it."

"I'll watch it later." Gibbs said shortly.

"Okay." Caitie said, surprised by the tone of his voice, she went into the living room and curled up with her laptop again.

Gibbs could see the girl plugging something into her lap top and then putting them on her ears. He couldn't hear anything from her laptop so he guessed that it was some sort of headphones.

He kept looking at her, though trying to figure out what he should do. He was no longer angry at Jenny for keeping Caitie from him; he knew that they hadn't gotten out of France with their covers intact. If she had told him about the girl then there was a chance that Caitie would have been killed, children meant nothing to terrorists, not when the children were the children of the enemy anyway.

If Kelly hadn't died would this little girl and Kelly get along? or would Kelly be appalled that he'd had another child with someone who wasn't Shannon, but if Shannon hadn't died Cathlynn wouldn't be here, he never would have cheated on her.

But can I take care of a teenager? He thought. In the course of an investigation earlier in the year he'd come across a family that had been preparing to be foster parents to teenagers, maybe they would be willing to help out.

Sighing he shook his head, if the DNA test came back that she wasn't his, the decision would be very easy, until he got the results though, what was the use of obsessing over this?

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