Disclaimer: Of course NCIS… characters… and such belong to the powers that be & not ME!!! Story created for purely entertainment value.

You know the drill… The character of Kathleen, the 2nd Mrs. Gibbs, is complete fiction and has no connection to actual show history.

A/N: Here's the 2nd installment of Type II Family….Fast forward a few years… Kate and Tony are in the same school (she's a freshman & he's a junior). Little brother Timmy just turned 11; living in his own room; and suffering through the early stages of junior high.

A/N: Sit back, suspend belief and enjoy it as the fiction it's meant to be.

Warning: THIS STORY will CONTAIN NON-SEXUAL SPANKING; ABORT THE MISSION… DO NOT READ… TURN BACK NOW IF THIS ISN'T YOUR THING.

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Kate took off after Tim under the guise of getting ready while she had an internal melt down. Her brain was attempting to have good sense and judgment take over. Her heart (hormones) foolishly led her to believe her plan still had wings. When they got to Tim's (the guest) room Kate watched her little brother pack his backpack for their trip to the movies. The little nature nerd carried it with him everywhere, but never let anyone see what was inside. He and Tony had to be pulled apart by a not-so-pleased Gibbs the last time a peeking transgression transpired. Flopping on the bed Kate sighed waiting for her brother to acknowledge her dilemma. He never turned around.

"Geez, Tim I'm in crisis here."

"About what?"

"Oh, I don't know Grandma wanting to go out and Stacey being on her way to pick me up in," she glanced at her watch, "25 minutes. What am I going to do?"

The beauty of being eleven and it not being your own personal trouble was the cavalier attitude taken when it came to solutions. "Come to the movies. It's not like Stacey won't figure out you're not here, or just text her."

"I don't even know why I asked you."

"Me either." Slipping the straps over both shoulders Tim was off back downstairs and ready to go.

"Let's go Timmy. Where is Katie?" Grandma McGee was holding her purse as her husband helped her slip into her coat.

Never making eye contact Tim stated the facts without indulging in a specific lie. "She's still upstairs."

He was gone out the door and on the front porch before further inquiry could be made. Not about to yell up to the second level the kid's grams took off to check on her granddaughter. She approached the door, a look of shock spreading across her face. Kate was curled up on the bed with the blanket surrounding her head. Only soft moans could be heard.

"Oh my Katie what's the matter sweet heart."

"Oh…ah, ah… my stomach…" Kate moaned out.

"What happened? Did you throw up? Is it…"

Realizing her acting might be too good Kate pulled the covers back. The warmth from the blanket leaving her face slightly flushed to add to the 'drama'. "No, no grams it's not that end either. I just got really nausea and I tried to throw up, but it just made my head hurt. I probably ate too much too fast. It happens."

"Well, then we will all stay home. I'll go make you some tea."

That was it. She had gone too far. "No, please go. It's a movie Grams. You'll be gone like two hours. It wouldn't be fair to Tim."

She could tell the older woman was hesitant, but wavering. "Are you positive my darling?"

"I promise I'm fine. I'm just gonna change for bed and watch some television."

Rubbing her back grandma left her place on the bed and went back downstairs with no idea how wasted her care had been. Her granddaughter was feeling fine, ready to go on with her evening as planned.

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Driving up and down the block repeatedly Stacey made every attempt o keep stalling her mother. First she pretended she couldn't find the paper with the house number, then after finally pulling it out she purposely transposed the numbers. They'd stopped at three different houses with Stacey going through the ritual of getting out, ringing the bell and of course being turned away. On the fourth go round even the normally patient and tolerant Tiffy was losing it fast.

"Stacey please just call Katie. I have plans. You know I'm short on time."

Slowly taking her phone out Stacey fiddle-faddled around until by graces a text from her friend came through.

They just left… out front in 5… sorry:-(

"Sorry mom I totally had the numbers wrong. It's 74612 so I think we need to go up a few blocks." Stacey didn't even attempt eye contact.

"Jeez, Stace what'd you need glasses or something?" Between the southern twang and girlish lingo it was no wonder Stacey and her friends loved being around her mom. Tiffy (Elizabeth Tiffany-Ann) was a former beauty queen, who married an up and coming Naval Officer and never quite grew up. Once the Commander took to spending so much time abroad they both decided one child was plenty. The young mother was mildly annoyed, but that was the extent of her parental huff.

Screeching tires pulling up to the front of the door made Kate hustle to grab her sweater and bolt out. She'd already unlocked the back door and left a note for Tim to listen out for her call should the grandparents decide to check the locks before bed. Running out she slid into the car. Tiffy was away from the curb before Kate was barely in with the door closed.

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Tim and Abby were getting along like they'd been friends for years. The only bone of contention came when the pigtailed girl insisted on calling him Timmy. It was one of the things Tony called him to drive him crazy. It made him feel like a baby. But, there was something about the waif girl with dark hair and crystal eyes that made him believe what she said.

"Timmy's a great name for you. It shows how much fun you are and what good friends we are. It only bothers you 'cause you let it. So, next time Tony calls you Timmy smile then tell him it reminds you of this really cool girl you met."

Tim's memory of their first minutes together was broken by her scratchy voice.

"Let's go Timmy! Super colossal ferris wheel here we come!"

Both sets of grandparents trailed behind. At the opposite end of the ferris wheel a teenage girl squealed as she raced to beat her date at shooting water into the clown's mouth to fill up the balloon.

~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure your dad never taught you to shoot?" Dex was only half teasing after the third time Kate's balloon inflated before his.

They all had a quick chuckle at the supposed teasing. Stacey dragged her friend off to the side where she warned her in no uncertain terms to let him win the next go round. Arm in arm they walked back to the group and moved on to another game. Following the more mature girls' lead Katie took hold of Dex's hand as they all moved toward the 3-shot hoops of fury. There were huge multi-colored stuffed animals on display above that the girls wanted to see the boys win for them. Her night was going perfectly.

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Back at the Navy Yard Gibbs took a call from two agents that had been running surveillance for him on a Petty Officer connected to his undercover mission. He'd been watching the feed in MTAC and decided to just have Special Agents Pacci and Balboa bring the suspect in rather then head over to the Mall his self. Then he caught a glimpse of something that he was sure his eyes had to have gotten wrong. Yelling at the technician he demanded the tape be taken back about a minute and the area, south beyond the ferris wheel, be zoomed in on. There was no way he was seeing what he was seeing. Grabbing his jacket from the seat beside him Special Agent Gibbs never spoke another word to the technician who was getting used to the older agents abrupt behavior.

The perfect storm had been created. Unbeknownst to the participants the Fall Festival, the National Mall, and an evening of bliss was about to be turned upside down.