(Week of Thanksgiving)

Walking into the restaurant with his family, Tim glances around looking for Bella. Seeing Mario, Tim grins at the maître d', "Hello Mario."

"Tim, it is so wonderful to see you again!" Noticing the people with Tim, "Welcome Madams and Monsieur to Bellezza Di Inverno. My name is Mario and I will be serving you this evening." Turning his attention to Tim, "Is Miss Bella joining you this evening?"

"Ask and she appears," A female voice replies from behind Tim's family. Hearing Bella, Tim turns, smiling as she walks up to his side. "Sorry. Gibbs crisis, I got here as fast as I could."

Placing his hand on her lower back, "It's alright." Seeing the look on his parents face, "Bella, I would like to introduce you to my parents and my sister Sarah."

Sticking her hand out to shake his parents' hands, "It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

Seeing the gestures of Mario, "Lead the way Dad." Following his parents to the table, he pulls out Bella's seat for her before sitting down next to her, across from his parents.

Seeing the look that the two share, Tim's dad looks at his son. "Timothy, this must be the young woman that you have been telling us so much about."

Smiling to herself, Bella glances over at Tim. "Really? You've been talking about me Tim?"

His ears turning red he clears his throat, "I may have mentioned you a few times." Thanks Dad.

His sister eyes Bella, "So you're Isabella."

"Just Bella. I know, it's weird but my mom was always a little odd."

His mom turns to the brunette woman sitting next to her son, "So tells us a little about you Bella."

Biting the inside of her lip, Bella thinks, "Well, I served in the navy for eight years. I was released almost a year ago now. I moved here to be closer to my family."

Tim's father turns to Bella, his eyes lighting up at the sound of the Navy. "You were in the Navy? Which bases were you stationed at?"

"I was at the Naples Naval Support Base in Italy for a few months. I also was at Charleston, SC, Pearl Harbor and the North Carolina Naval base. I spent most of my time at the North Carolina base."

Tim smiled to himself watching his father and Bella discuss various commanders and comparing the various naval bases. He was a bit worried about his father not liking her, but everything was going smoothly. Glancing at his sister, he couldn't help but notice her demeanor towards Bella.

Tim's phone goes off at the same time as Bella's. Looking at the screen, the two of them share a look. "Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. McGee. I have to get this."

~*~

"I didn't realize that we were going to be having Mr. and Mrs. Smith joining us this evening." Tony grins watching them walk up. "No, I take that back, it would be Go-Go Gadget McGee and Mrs. Smith."

Bella simply rolls her eyes as she removes her jacket laying it out of the crime scene area and slips gloves over her hands. "Whatever you say DiNozzo."

Curiosity of Tim's suit and tie and Bella's dark green dress getting the best of him, "So what's with the fancy clothes?"

"We were having dinner with my parents, Tony. The restaurant was down the street; it was easier to come like this then drive across town to change."

"Ah." Tony gives Bella a glance over, "So Mrs. Smith, where is your gun at?"

Smirking, she lightly pats his cheek, "I will never tell." Then, she turns, walking away from Tony towards her Uncle, laughing to herself. "So, what do we have here?"

Gibbs looks at his niece, "Did you just come from the Prom or something, Agent Woods?"

Glaring at him, she says, "You know that I had dinner plans tonight, Gibbs."

"That's right, how was that going?"

"Great, until both of us had to answer this call," Bella says bitterly at her Uncle.

Gibbs turns to her, "Well, I'm sorry that the dead couldn't wait."

"I know it's not your fault. It's just that first impressions are rather important." She eyes her Uncle trying to hide a small smile, "but then again, even on first impressions with you people run for their lives."

~*~

Staring at the turkey on her counter, Bella sighed to herself. Normal people do not get up at 7am on a Friday to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. No Bella, they get up yesterday to do that. Sighing again, she started pulling various things out of cupboards and her fridge. Today will be interesting to say the least.

~*~

Hearing the doorbell, Bella calls out, "Come on in."

Various voices filtered in from the front door, "This house is absolutely gorgeous."

Stepping out from the kitchen Bella smiled, "Thank you Mrs. McGee. I decorated this place myself."

"Really?" She glances around, "You have amazing tastes Bella. Do you mind if I look around the rest of the house?"

"Not at all Mrs. McGee, I'll show you around." Casting Tim a smile over her shoulder, she turned following Tim's mom.

~*~

A knock on the door caught the McGee family off guard except for Tim. Opening the door, he smiled at his boss. "Come on in. Bella's in the kitchen."

Giving Tim a nod, he stepped into the house. "Mom, Dad, this is Special Agent Gibbs. He's our boss."

Removing his coat, he nods to them, "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. McGee."

"Jonathon and Lauren, Special Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs nods shaking their hands, "Just Gibbs, Jonathon."

Suddenly Bella's head pops out from around the corner. "Oh good, you're here. I need the wing thing for the table. I don't know where you put it."

"In the garage."

She rolls her eyes, "I know that, but where in the garage? Mind you, there is a lot of junk in there so specific locations are nice."

Knowing he wasn't going to win the battle Gibbs grunts, "I'll go get it."

Bella beams, "Thanks!" Then just as fast as she appeared, she disappeared back into the kitchen.

~*~

Jonathon looks at Gibbs, "Pardon me for asking, but don't you find it a little weird to drop in on your agents?"

Taking a drink, Gibbs looks at him. "Nope. I'm here for my niece's home cooking."

Confusion appears on the older McGee's face. "Tim didn't mention that to us." Glancing over at his son and Bella, he turns his attention back to Gibbs, "You are ok with this? Of the two of them seeing each other?"

"Bella knows what she is doing and if it's Tim that makes her happy, then what I think of it is irrelevant." Watching Tim wrap an arm around her waist, "In all honesty Jonathon, I can't think of anyone better suited then the two of them."

"They do go well together don't they?" Jonathan asks, looking over at his son holding Bella's waist as she stirs the stuffing.

~*~

Sarah looked at Bella, "So, why is it your parents aren't here? Did they not want to spend the holidays with you?"

"Sarah!" Tim, Jonathon and Lauren reprimand the younger woman.

"What?! Fair question," she says, haughtily.

Looking down, maintaining her composure, Bella answers with sadness in her voice, "My parents died when I was fifteen in a naval base shooting."

Jonathon shot Sarah a glare and led his daughter out of the room they are in. Lauren gazed over at Bella who is now resting with her head on Tim's chest, "Oh Bella, we are so sorry. I don't know what came over her."

Giving her a small smile, she turns and looks at her boyfriend's mother, "Its ok Mrs. McGee."

~*~

Outside, Jonathan looks at his youngest child, "What is your problem, Sarah?"

Sarah looks at her dad, "I didn't know her parents were dead, I just thought that they were dysfunctional."

Jonathan shakes his head, "Sarah, it's very clear that you don't like Bella, and I don't know why. But so help me God; if you ruin their relationship you will not be happy in the end."

She raises her eyebrow at him, "What are you gonna do to me? Ground me? If you don't remember, I'm nineteen now, almost twenty, you can't keep telling me what to do or who to like."

"Maybe not, young lady, but I can cut you off from your trust fund when you turn twenty-one. Your brother hasn't been in love like this for a long time, he deserves to be happy."

"Buy him porn," Sarah mutters under her breath.

"What was that?" Jonathan asks.

"Nothing. I will be nice to her, but I won't be happy about it," the girl says, staring at her father.

"You will also apologize for disrespecting her parent's memory in her house," he says, eyeing his daughter.

"Fine, can we go in now?"

"Sarah, I mean it-"

"Dad, I know. I will try to be better."

Walking back into the house, Gibbs just glares at Sarah; if Kelly ever acted like that she'd be shipped to military school. Jonathan watches Sarah go into the kitchen and he stops where Gibbs is standing, "I apologize for my daughter's rudeness. I'm sorry about your family."

Gibbs nods, "Thanks, its Bella I'm concerned about though, not me."

The two older men walk into the kitchen where everyone else is gathered, Tim is glaring at his sister as if he could pull out his gun and shoot her. "Um, Bella?" Sarah says, backing off from her older brother.

Bella turns to the young girl and manages to smile, "Yes, Sarah?"

"I wanted to apologize about asking where your parents were. It was rude of me, and I'm sorry," Sarah says, smiling slightly.

Tim looks at his sister shocked, he never expected her to apologize to Bella. Bella smiles, "Apology accepted, but can I give you a piece of advice?"

Sarah nods, "Yeah."

"Never apologize, it's a sign of weakness," Bella answers with a wink, and smiles at her Uncle who has a smirk on his face.

~*~

After dinner, everyone was sitting around Bella's living room well everyone except for Bella. After watching his parents and Gibbs carry on in conversation, Tim quietly slips out the living room and heads for her backyard where she was out playing with Jethro.

"You realize that you are going to be covered in mud right?"

She smiles up at him, "The last time I checked, that is what showers were for Tim. Getting clean after getting dirty."

Smiling, he just shakes his head and comes to stand next to her. Retrieving the ball from Jethro's mouth, he throws it across her yard as he feels something wet splatter across his back. He slowly turns to see Bella casually looking in another direction. "Bella…that better have not been a chunk of mud."

She gave him an innocent look, "What ever are you talking about Tim? I didn't do anything."

He glares at her as he rubs his hand on his shoulder, mud visible on his fingers. "Oh, it is on now Bella Woods."

She crouches into a running position, giving him a sexy smirk. "I would love to see you try Timothy."

Taking off after her, she lets out a squeal as she runs out of his reach. Tim grabs a handful of mud and runs after his girlfriend, gaining on her, he wraps his arm around her and smudges the mud across her face, laughing when she squeals and turns in his arms.

"You sneaky man," she says with a smile.

"Well, I had to get you back," he smiles back.

She nods, and leans up and kisses him, making sure she gets as much mud on his face as he did to her. Pulling away she smiles, "My parents taught me to share."

Swiping a hand over his face, and hers as well, "Well, how nice of them."

"I would hope so. If they didn't teach me to share, you would be sleeping on the couch when you stay over instead of next to me."

"In that case, I am all for sharing."

"That's what I thought." Just then, Jethro came running up, shaking mud all over them. Attempting to block the mud but failing, they both start cracking up laughing.

Gibbs steps out to see Bella and Tim standing in the middle of her backyard laughing, covered in mud. "What the-What happened to you two?"

Managing to suppress her laugh, Bella points to Tim, "He started it."

Pulling away from her, he just stared with a dumbfounded look. "I started it?! You're the one who threw mud at me!"

"Yes, but you made it 'oh so tempting'. Therefore, it is your fault." She replies, sounding a bit too much like Ziva.

By that time, Tim's parents and sister had joined Gibbs out on Bella's back patio. "I really don't care who started it. How are you going to get all of that crap off of you?"

Keeping a straight face Bella looks at her Uncle, "That's what they invented showers for Uncle Jay. To get clean after you get dirty." Casting Tim another look, they both start laughing again.

Tim turns towards his parents, and Bella smiles, never turn your back, Timmy. She reaches down for the object on her porch and motions for his parents to step back. They casually step to the side, and Bella reaches out and turns on the hose, pointing it at Tim.

The cold water hits him, and he turns around, "Bella! Stop! Bella!"

Laughing while soaking her boyfriend, she says, "You'll have to make me."

Running, carefully so he won't slip on her slick porch, he reaches her, and before she has time to react, the hose is pointed upward soaking her face. "Ahh, Tim!"

Shaking his head at the both of them, Jethro shuts the hose off, "Both of you, garage. Jethro too." Saluting him, Bella turns serious seeing her Uncle's glare. "I'll get you a shirt, Bells."

As Jethro walks back into the house, Tim turns to Bella, "So, how much trouble do you think we're in?"

Bella grabs Jethro's collar and leads him as well as Tim to her garage, "It's my Uncle Jay, who knows."

A few minutes after they enter the garage, Gibbs comes through the door that leads to the house. He tosses each of them a towel and waits for them to dry off.

"So, how mad are you?" Bella asks, looking up at her Uncle.

Gibbs shakes his head, "I'm not."

"Jay?"

Gibbs hands her a dry shirt and a new pair of jeans, "Get dressed." Tossing clothes to Tim, while still keeping his eyes locked on Bella. "Both of you."

~*~

Sighing to herself, Bella stared at the door her uncle had just used. Note to self: Bottom drawer of the dresser is no good for hiding Tim's clothes from Uncle Jay Removing her shoes; she started to shimmy out of her wet jeans, "Bella!"

"What Tim?"

Tim looks at her then back at the door, "Are you crazy? Gibbs will kill me if he walks back out here and sees this."

She rolls her eyes throwing her wet jeans aside and stripping off her shirt, "He knows we're sleeping together. How could this be any worse then when Jenny told us about that?"

"Yes but knowing and seeing you completely undressed is a whole other matter love."

Buttoning her dry jeans, she slowly steps over to Tim looking up at him through her eyelashes, "What's your point?" Leaning up, she kisses him, smiling when she feels his hands on her exposed back.

"My point is I'm a dead man if he walks back in here. My head already hurts thinking of him smacking me."

Feeling Tim's gaze, she looks over at him. "Well, he didn't bring a gun so that's always a bonus."

Sighing, he gives her a nod, "Thanks, I feel so much better now. Just please, get dressed."

She shrugs, glancing over at him after she slips her shirt on. "Had I known you wanted me dressed I never would have stopped and gotten a few new nightgowns." Seeing the look on his face she grins, "Well, maybe I can return them. They still have the tags on them…"

Images already flickering through his head knowing there was only one store she ever bought new 'nightgowns' from. Giving her a look, "I never said-"

"It's ok Tim." She places her hand on her chest, "I understand. I just wished you had told me sooner." She shakes her head, talking to herself, "To think that I had bought a few things that put that black mini to shame, what was I thinking."

Hearing a growl come from the man, she barely caught his movement as he pulled her against him. "Bella, that is not anywhere near what I said and you know it."

Smirking up at him, she lightly patted his cheek. "I know Tim. Just remember this the next time you don't want to play with me."

Slipping out of his grip, she headed up the stairs as he finally turned to her, "You made all of that up just because I told you to put your shirt on?"

Mischief gleamed in her eyes, and she walks back down to him and leans against her car, "Oh Tim, I never said I made any of that up."

"Bella, what are you doing?"

Gesturing towards him as if it's obvious, "Waiting for you."

"You know what I mean, if he comes back out here and I'm undressed with you a mere two feet away he will return with a gun and that will be the end of me."

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms across her chest, "Relax Tim, its fine. He found your clothes here."

Sighing he looks at her, "Once again, knowing and seeing are two different things Bella."

Raising an eyebrow at him, she smirks, "Seeing? Really Tim, I never would have thought you were that bold." She gives him a sexy smile and stops inches in front of him, taking his shirt and placing it on the hood of her car, "I think I like it."

Shocked at what she had just implied, "That's not-I didn't mean-I'm not that crazy Bella. I value my life!"

She chuckles softly, "I know exactly what you meant Tim." Leaning up on her toes, she gives him a soft kiss. Feeling his hands on her back, she couldn't help but smile as they travel up her shirt and along her skin. Pulling away to look at him, she grins, "Enjoying yourself Tim?"

The love for her, and the lust evident in his eyes, Tim jokes at her choice of phrase, "Very much so Deanna."

Memories from her codename flickers through her head, "Good." Smiling she slowly slips from his hold, lightly brushing her fingertips across his chest giving him a sexy smirk.

"Bella," he warns watching her.

Leaning against the side of the car, crossing her arms once more, she smiles innocently at him, "What? I didn't do anything Tim."

Making his way over he stands in front of her; he puts his palms on the car, trapping her between him and her car. "That is a lie and you know it."

Looking up at him through her eyelashes, "I have no idea what you are talking about."

In an instant, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, she felt herself melt into his touch. Suddenly, his hands wrap around her butt, gently lifting her and placing her on top of the car. Feeling his fingers lightly brush against her stomach, "Tim," she whispers as he lightly kisses her neck.

"Yes Bells?" whispering against her neck, causing her to shiver.

"Kiss me." Pleading, she looks up at him. Seeing the look on her face, he leans down gently cupping her cheek giving her a soft, passionate kiss. Hearing her soft moan kicks all rationale from his mind, becoming solely focused on the woman in front of him. Slipping her shirt off her shoulders, running his hands over her soft skin, wanting nothing more then to feel her beneath him.

Suddenly, the garage door slams shut, causing them to jump apart as they see Gibbs standing against the railing staring down at the two of them.

Saying the first thing that comes to mind, "It's not what it looks like."

Sliding down from the car, Bella smiles at Tim, "Tim, it is exactly what it looks like." Seeing Gibbs glare, Bella quickly grabbed her shirt that Tim managed to take off of her, but in her lust filled haze, she hardly noticed.

"When I said 'get dressed' I meant completely, not half way." Gibbs growls in a low voice. Gibbs eyes Tim, "McGee, get inside."

"Boss I-"

Seeing the glare from the older man, Tim bolts from her side, heading up the stairs trying to stay far away from Gibbs. Right as he was in arm distance, Gibbs smacks him hard on the back of the head. "Next time McGee, lock the damn door."

A bit of hope shines through Tim's voice, "So, does this mean I'm not going to get shot?"

Gibbs eyes Tim carefully, "I haven't made up my mind yet."

Bella laughs as she makes her way up the stairs, shirt back in place, as Gibbs turns to look at her and then smacks her on the back of the head. "You know better. What were you thinking?"

She gives him a smirk, "Oh trust me, you really don't want to know the answer to that question."

Gibbs glares at his niece before turning to the younger man in front of him. "Tim, get your ass back here!"