A/N: WTF? I'm STILL working on this one? That's a new record of shamelessness.

General Warning Label: teen!NCIS, heterosexual sex (Abby/Gibbs), slash (Tony/Tim), masturbation (Tony), erotic dreams/fantasies (Everybody), violence (Gibbs), teacher/student (Kate/Jimmy, respectively), child abuse (Ziva), homelessness (Jenny), suicide (Ducky), & death by abortion (Abby). Told you this wasn't for the faint of heart...

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Chapter 2: Part One: All That's Known

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Leroy Jethro Gibbs had had enough of school. The boring drone of the teachers, the tests and quizzes… everything. Grant it, he was a whiz at it all, and the teachers loved him. He was mostly worried about his friend, Donald, who was really struggling in classes. Even now, he was falling asleep in the middle of their French class.

Leroy and Ducky, as he was called, went to the only boys' school in town. It was a nice campus and all, but the teachers were strict, and had their rules. No girls on campus, for one, and another, do well, or they would kick you out. That was why Leroy was worried about Ducky…

"Monsieur Mallard, what is the answer to question five?" the teacher asked in fluent French, slamming the book in front of Ducky's face.

"Huh? I'm sorry, Monsieur Le Toux, I didn't—" Ducky started, fully awake now.

"Dans le français, Monsieur Mallard!" Monsieur Le Toux shouted, going back to the front of the class.

"He didn't get any sleep last night, Monsieur Le Toux! Give him a break!" Leroy cried in French, standing to defend his friend.

"Monsieur Gibbs, the welfare of your classmate has nothing to do with you…" Monsieur Le Toux shouted in English.

"It's not fair. You always pick on him!" Gibbs shouted in English.

"Please stop yelling at me or I will have to make you leave the room, Monsieur Gibbs," Monsieur Le Toux said in a low tone.

Gibbs sat back and looked at Ducky, who mouthed a 'thank you' and turned back to Monsieur Le Toux with a sad look on his face.

Gibbs sighed softly. Looking around the classroom he made eye contact with his friends: There was James Palmer, the wacky-haired, shy pianist; Anthony DiNozzo, the smart-aleck, thinks-he's-God's-gift-to-humanity type; and then there was shy little Timothy McGee, sensitive and smart.

Gibbs smiled as his little 'team' and him shared a quick moment before Monsieur Le Toux started them on saying useful French phrases over and over and over again in unison.

"All right… you know your phrases, let's say them as they appear in the book…" he said, flicking his hand and wrist as if he were conducting a symphony.

The boys started: "Comment allez-vous aujourd'hui ?"

(A/N: If you are intrigued, go translate these by yourself, please.)

"Je suis parfait et vous ?"

Gibbs knew he was saying the words, but his mind wondered. The chill of winter was wearing off, slowly, and he could see the buds on the branches of the old apple tree out on the front lawn. He saw some girls outside walking away, and recognized them to be Abigail Sciuto, Jennifer Shepherd, and Ziva David. They were walking in unison, swaying their hips… Leroy shook his head, snapped his attention forward, and said the next French phrase:

"Quel est votre nom ?"

"Pouvez-vous le lire à haute voix, s'il vous plaît ?"

Someday all will be known about how much this isn't helping… Leroy thought.

Leroy let his mind wander again as he continued the phrases. The teachers were good at teaching, but there were some things they hadn't gone over in all the years he had been attending. Grant it, Leroy had learned it elsewhere. He could go places with his charm and good looks. He knew about sex. He had often breezed passed poor Jenny, who was barred from entering that part of the library, and just about ravaged every piece of literature on the subject. But Leroy had never had the experience. He had just made up theories and had woven them into his belief system.

In front of him, Ducky's head fell forward again in sleep. This time Monsieur Le Toux didn't notice, because he was too busy conducting the boys in a boring, monotonous symphony:

"Où est les toilettes ?"

Leroy looked at the clock. When he raised his hand, Monsieur Le Toux called on him.

He stared at the flamboyant French teacher point blank and said, in perfect French: "I believe it is time for us to go into break, Monsieur Le Toux."

Monsieur Le Toux deadpanned, almost having a coronary of pure joy right in the middle of the room. His cheeks flushed with happiness as he replied, in English, "Monsieur Gibbs is absolutely right. I will see you all tomorrow. Be ready for the oral test…"

Leroy was the last to leave. He smiled at Monsieur Le Toux as he exited, following his group of friends to the apple tree at the front for some free time before his next class.

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Part Two: The Bitch of Living

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"Thank you so much, Leroy," Ducky said as they sat down in front of the apple tree. It was still cold, so the boys were at least wearing scarves around their necks. The wool jackets of their uniforms were warm enough for outside weather such as this.

Leroy sighed as he looked up into the branches of his favorite tree, "No problem, Duck… but why were you falling asleep in the first place?"

Jimmy, Tim and Tony all sat and looked at Ducky as he sat down. He was the last to finally get comfortable, though as he began his story, he got more and more uncomfortable: "Well, last night I had a dream…"

"Of course you had a dream, Ducky," Tony piped in, his voice smooth and silky, like honey on a hot summer's day.

"But it was… weird. There was a girl in my dream. A goddess, if you will. I watched her bathe in… in a river, but the river was not just water… it was… sweet. And the color and smell of white wine…" Ducky continued, his cheeks reddening.

The boys all inched closer.

"I've been having that dream every night, but I've never actually confronted the bathing woman. Last night I did… and we… I don't know what we did. But she touched me in the most… pleasurable way possible and I woke up. I kept thinking back to that moment in my dream, and I just… couldn't get back to sleep," Ducky continued.

Leroy's eyes widened slowly, "Ducky… you've been having erotic dreams…" he stated slowly.

The boys all laughed, and Ducky's face flushed as he looked down at the frost-bitten grass in front of him.

"All boy's your age get them," Leroy went on, giving the rest of the group a biting look.

All the boys around the circle looked ashamed, except for Leroy Jethro Gibbs, "Oh, my god. There's nothing wrong with having erotic dreams and fantasies, guys!"

The boys looked at each other. Finally, Jimmy spoke, "What if they're about your teacher?"

Leroy shrugged, "Depends. Which one?"

"Ms. Todd… though she lets me call her Kate at our piano lessons…" Jimmy replied, smiling happily as he thought of his youthful teacher, "I think she likes me, as well."

"She is a minx, though," Tony said, smiling as he slipped in and out of his own fantasy.

Leroy nodded, "Nothing wrong with that. She is closest to our age."

Jimmy breathed out slowly, "Yeah… but sometimes my fantasies get…"

"Don't stop talking, Palmer!" Tony said sharply, breathing out quickly.

Leroy shook his head, "I said it was okay to fantasize about this things, guys, but could you tone it down in front of me? No one wants to hear things like that in detail!"

"Speak for yourself," Tony replied, grinning with ecstasy.

"What about you, then, Tim?" Ducky asked, looking at their younger classmate as Tony went off to his own Cloud Nine.

"It's weird… but I've been fantasizing about… Ari Haswari…" Tim said shyly.

Jimmy, Tim's best friend since kindergarten, looked at him in shock for a few minutes, "You're… gay?"

"Yeah… I guess so…" Tim replied. He noticed the boys were staring at him, "I've read up on it… I don't have a crush on every boy out there. Right now I think about Ari touching me in places I'd never been touched before… not like that at least…"

Tony had snapped out of his other fantasy and was staring at the youngest member of his class, "I've thought about Ari like that as well. But then again, I just came out of a wonderful fantasy about me, Jimmy and Ms. Todd. What does that mean?"

Jimmy shivered as his name was said in sequence with a probable threesome with Tony and his piano teacher. Tim looked up at his older classmate shyly and replied, "You're bisexual?"

Tony thought about this for a moment before turning to Leroy, "How about you? You've heard all our sick fantasies. What do you fantasize about?"

"Girls. We used to play pirates together with them. And then school begins and you have no time for play. Then you grow up, and those games of pirates? You wish that they could be replaced by something more pleasurable…"

"So you wish that Jenny would be calling you over to… have sex?" Ducky asked.

"Well… don't you? You, me, Jenny and Abby used to go over to Jenny's house to play pirates, remember? Before the town found out she was being abused and kicked her out into the streets to haul them off to jail…" Leroy reminded him.

"I would like to discuss… sex… further," Ducky said, getting all flustered and embarrassed. The boys all nodded in unison. "Maybe you should write an essay about it, Leroy…"

Leroy thought about it. He was the one in the group who knew the most about the subject matter. He was a fine essayist, and he had the time that night to work on this little project.

"Complete with pictures. You know I don't spend much time in the library, Leroy. I need information on how all this… works," Ducky told him.

Leroy put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll do it, guys, don't worry about it."

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Shamelessness done. See you next chapter! Oh, and if you could take a moment to review this chapter, that would just help a lot.

Aeron Ailsa