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.
*********************************************************************************
He was driving more manic then usual. Sometimes it calmed him, other times it focused his mind, but right now it merely served the purpose of getting him to his target quickly. The image on the jumbo screen in MTAC replayed in his mind over and over. Coming up with how it happened occupied the other fraction of his brain. Leroy Jethro Gibbs had hoped to interrogate one suspect tonight. Now, he was guaranteed to spend the evening shuffling through multiple tales and sketchy versions of the truth from a horde of suspects. If he wasn't on duty, carrying his gun and badge, the stop for coffee would have included a shot of bourbon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Timmy how many marshmallows do you think are in the jar?" Abby had been bouncing around the boy, both entertaining and nauseating him, tilting her head from side-to-side trying to judge the contents of the jar.
"I don't know Abs shouldn't you know the circumference of the jar first. Then we need to know what size bag of marshmallows were used…"
Abby reached over, gently punching her new friend in the arm. "Well, sure we could figure all those things out, but I sort of meant for you to just guess."
Tim immediately got shy. He drew back just a little, but the girl next to him was obviously wise beyond her years and made to comfort the wiry little guy she was starting to take a real liking too. "Hey I would love to figure out the specifics too Timmy, but my daddy says sometimes it's good to not over think a thing. So, I'm guessing twelve hundred. Give or take a marshmallow… your turn."
Laughing he went down to a squatted position. Eyeing the jar carefully Tim decided to go a few lower with his guess. The marshmallows appeared jumbo size to him. "1175, you know give or take a marshmallow."
The two slipped away from the older couples watching them to write their guesses on the hot pink strips of paper provided. When they headed back Abby's grandpa started to explain they had to get going.
"Alright, dumpling Grammy and I are wiped out. I think we need to call it a night."
"Aw, come on Gramps, just a little bit longer. I think we have to be present to win and Timmy and I have a good shot. I can't walk away from a jar full of marshmallows like that. If I go home with that it'll drive Andy nuts."
Mrs. James added, "now, Abigail you know your dad won't let you eat the entire jar without sharing."
Tormenting her little brother was often at the top of Abby's list of things to do. All in good fun of course. That was part of the reason she was in town with her father while her mom stayed home with eight year old Andy. The last time her dad left them with Gloria, the James' deaf daughter, Abby tested the strength of super glue on Andy's head. Gloria hadn't heard the yelling in time and it became a sad tale that ended with a bald 7-year-old.
"Please don't call me Abigail and I'm not going to eat those Grams. I just want to leave it sitting on my dresser to see how long it takes the little bugger to break into the jar and shovel them in. Then he'll have to be my summer servant to keep me from pulverizing him."
"Abigail!" Both Mr. and Mrs. James shrieked.
"Kidding…" She really wasn't, but there was no sense in upsetting the old people.
The McGee's sense of humor was only slightly better then their neighbors, so with a little chuckle at the girl's mischievous planning they sent Tim to find out how long it would be before the winner was announced.
"Half hour grandma," he ran back with the information.
"Okay, then we're going to rest right on that bench. You two can ride and play on anything we can see from there."
Abby was grinning from ear-to-ear and pulling her companion along as she said, "thank you." Pointing in front of them she double checked the perimeter. "Tilt-a-whirl to 3-shot hoops of fury, got it!"
~*~*~*~*~*~
In the parking lot Gibbs ran to the unmarked surveillance van hoping to catch his two agents. The technician inside informed him that agents Pacci and Balboa were taking the suspect out the far rear to avoid causing a scene. The mall was a public location with only a fraction sat aside for other functions. Gibbs grabbed an earwig telling the tech to patch him in to the agents.
"Hey, Pacci I had to leave the Yard on other business. Put him in lock up and then you and Balboa can go once the booking paper work is done… no, I'm sure… definitely, I don't want anything screwing with this arrest."
Pulling the tiny insert out Gibbs dropped the device in front of the technician exiting the van letting the door slide loudly behind him. Sprinting back across the parking lot the ex-Marine made quick business of getting to the center of the fair grounds by the Ferris wheel. It was the last place he'd seen her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Woo-hoo!!!!" Both girls were yelling, bouncing up and down. Each of the two boys were one hoop away from winning the ridiculously large stuffed animals, that undoubtedly cost more in chances then they would have at the store. They were poised to shoot at the same time with a hope to sink it together. It would be the perfect close to the evening, which was coming up rapidly.
Dex's brother had already texted him twice to be out at the gate or he'd be walking home. He hadn't asked about dropping the girls off, but he was sure it would be fine. Stacey had neglected to share that detail with Kate prior to thirty minutes ago. Apparently Tiffy had no intentions on driving back and would only let Stacey go if Agent Gibbs was the ride home. In Stacey's mind that just meant get a ride home. The fact that her mother assumed Agent Gibbs would be providing it was a fact that didn't worry her.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Abs we have to get back. They're going to draw the winner in like three minutes."
"Okay, okay let's just give the basketball game a chance."
"I stink at basketball, trust me. My brother won't even let me play in our back-yard."
"Your brother sounds like a bully."
"No, well… not really, he's just great at sports and I'm not. He doesn't have a lot of patience."
"Fine, well I want to try it. Look," she pointed as they approached, "you get three shots. I'll take two and you can have one, but I get to take the blue gorilla."
Being dragged closer he could see folks starting to gather around a group of excited, shouting teens.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Coming up on the crowd from the left of the action, directly south of the Ferris wheel Gibbs froze in awe. The amount of gall it took to reach this moment had his jaw and fist clenched. His blue eyes seeming to turn to steel grey they were so clouded with fury. Standing in the center of a crowd of cheering onlookers was his daughter; arms and legs wrapped around some boy laughing and yelling without a care in the world.
"Oh my GOD, I can't believe you did it. I can't believe you both did it." Dex was spinning her around as she and Stacey high-fived over the boy's heads. As they were both sat back on their feet the girls reached out to accept the two, nearly life size, stuffed toys.
"Timmy two girls just won the biggest prizes!" They were way past their thirty minutes, but this Abby just had to see so she shoved her way through the crowd from the right. The poor boy was like a rag doll along for the ride.
Holding the toys as high as they could Kate shouted over to her friend. "This has been the best night EVER!!! You were right I'm so glad we came."
If they were focused on anything other then sheer teenage jubilation the piercing glare and volcanic flames of intensity the presence behind them was giving off would have penetrated way before the words. "Well, I certainly hope it was worth it."
Slowly two sets of arms came down dropping the spoils of a well executed plan to the ground. Their eyes immediately went up locking on the looming imposing figure. As Abby broke the final wall of people, on her side of the crowd, Tim's eyes locked on the same face paralyzing him from moving no matter how hard his puppet master pulled.
The crowd continued on laughing, cheering, playing and celebrating not aware that a shift of energy had taken place in the center of the hub. For the five in the middle, however time was standing still.