The Prodigal Son

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS

Summary: Shannon and Gibbs had two children: daughter Kelly and a son Kyle. The night that Shannon and Kelly died, Kyle was kidnapped, never to be seen again. Gibbs had never stopped searching for his son. What will he do when he finally finds him again?

Sorry I haven't been able to write for a long time! Lucky for me, a blizzard hit the upper Midwest and everything has shut down (I have 18 inches of snow outside my house!) so that gives me plenty of time to write FanFiction!

Any errors are my own.

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June 18, 1980-Washington D.C.

Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs was walking over to the mess tent when his CO called him over. "Gunny!"

Gibbs turned, "Yes sir?"

His CO, Colonel Louis waved him over, "You've got a call," he said, pointing to the communications tent, "Stateside."

Gibb's felt his heart skip a beat. The only person who would be trying to call him over here would be his wife, Shannon. And she would only be calling if something horrible had happened….

Gibbs suddenly broke out into a dead run towards the tent. He knocked over two other marines as he ran past them. He never even bothered to stop to make sure they were okay, he just kept running. He rushed into the communications tent and practically ripped the phone out of the poor clerk's hand.

"Hello? Shannon? Are you there? Shannon?"

"I'm here, Jethro," said Shannon.

"Is everything okay?" asked Gibbs worried. "Are you alright? Is Kelly?"

"Everything is fine, Jethro," replied Shannon.

Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God."

"You're weren't worried, were you Jethro?" asked Shannon, teasing him slightly.

"No of course not," said Gibbs. "I-" his voice trailed off.

Shannon laughed, "I'm sorry if I scared you dear," said Shannon, "I just had some exciting news I had to share with you. But first let me ask you a question."

"Ask away," said Gibbs.

"How would you like to be a father again?" asked Shannon.

Gibbs' jaw dropped, "Are you-?"

"YES!" said Shannon, excitedly, "I'm pregnant!"

"Oh my God!" said Gibbs, "Honey, that's great!"

"So you're happy about this?" asked Shannon.

"Oh course I am!" said Gibbs. "I just wish I could be there to celebrate with you." There was a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I know," said Shannon, "I wish you were here to. But you've got an important job to do over there, baby, and all three of us understand it."

Gibbs smiled. He couldn't believe how he got so lucky. "God I love you."

"Hi Daddy!" Kelly's voice came on over the phone. "Did Mommy tell you?"

"She sure did pumpkin," said Gibbs. "Are you excited about being a big sister?"

"YES!" said Kelly, "I can't wait to have a little sister to play with!"

Gibbs clucked, "It might be a little brother."

"I don't want a brother!" complained Kelly, causing both her parents to laugh. "Can't I have a sister instead?"

"Sweetie, let me talk to your daddy for a minute," said Shannon.

"Okay," said Kelly. "Bye Daddy! I love you!"

"I love you too, sweetheart," said Gibbs.

"Will you be home before the baby comes?" asked Kelly.

"The baby isn't due till December," Shannon said, "That should give Daddy plenty of time to come home."

"Yay!" shouted Kelly in the background.

"Shannon," said Gibbs. "I have to get back."

"I know," said Shannon.

"I am so excited about the baby," said Gibbs.

"I'll send you a sonogram picture in the mail," said Shannon.

"I love you Shannon."

"I love you too, Jethro."

"Take good care of our kids," said Gibbs.

"I will. Take good care of yourself Gunny," joked Shannon. "All three of us except you to come home safe, you hear?"

"Will do," said Gibbs. He heard the click on the other line. He hung up the phone and turned to walk back out. He turned and saw the entire camp standing outside.

"Good news I assumed," asked the Colonel.

"The best," said Gibbs, all smiles. "Shannon's pregnant."

There was a group of cheers. "C'mon, Gunny. Let's go celebrate."

November 14, 1980-Washington D.C.

"Jethro! Jethro, wake up! Jethro!"

Gibbs groaned. He could feel Shannon shaking him roughly. "Let me sleep, Shannon," he mumbled as he turned to go back to sleep.

"Jethro!" said Shannon, "I think the baby is coming! NOW!"

Gibbs shot up, suddenly wide awake. "What? Are you sure?"

Shannon nodded. "I having contractions and I think my water broke."

Gibbs was out of bed in five seconds. He grabbed the phone off the night stand.

"Who are you calling?" asked Shannon.

"Maddie's parents," said Gibbs, "to see if they can watch Kelly." He waited while the phone rang, "Jim? Hi, it's Jethro. I'm sorry for calling so late but Shannon is going into labor. Can you and Alice watch Kelly for us? Great thanks."

He hung up the phone. "Alice will be over in a minute. I'm going to go get Kelly."

Shannon nodded.

Gibbs ran out of the room and raced into Kelly's room. He turned on the light. "Kelly? Kelly, wake up."

Kelly sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes. "Daddy? What's going on?"

"The baby is coming tonight," said Gibbs. He grabbed a pair of clothes from the dresser and handed them to Kelly, who had gotten out of her bed. "You're going over to Maddie's house while your mom and I go to the hospital."

"Is Mommy and the baby going to be okay?" asked Kelly fearfully.

"They are both going to be fine," said Gibbs with a confidence he didn't feel. He gave his daughter a small kiss on the forehead. "Get dress, okay?" Kelly nodded.

Gibbs ran back to his head. "Shannon. How are you doing, baby?"

Shannon gritted her teeth as another contraction hit, "Do you even have to ask?"

"Right," said Gibbs. "C'mon." He grabbed her hand and helped her up. Once she was standing, Gibbs scooped her up in his arms and carried her downstairs.

"Is this really necessary?" asked Shannon. "I can walk, you know."

Gibbs ignored her. Kelly followed them down the stairs, "Mommy? Are you okay?"

Shannon smiled. "Mommy's fine honey. Your little brother or sister just decided to show up early. That's all."

The doorbell rang. Gibbs rushed to answer it.

"Hi," said Alice. She and her husband and daughter stepped inside. "Shannon, how are you doing?"

"Been better," said Shannon.

Alice walked over to Kelly, "C'mon Kelly," said Alice. "You are coming over to our house for a little bit, okay?" Kelly nodded softly.

"Be good for Mr. and Mrs. Tyler, okay?" asked Gibbs. Kelly nodded.

"C'mon Kelly," said Maddie, tugging on Kelly's arm. "Mom's going to make pancakes." Kelly smiled and Kelly, Maddie and Alice all walked out the door. Jim, Gibbs and Shannon followed.

"Here," said Jim, handing his keys to Gibbs. "Take my car. I started it up after you called so it should be warm."

"Thanks Jim," said Gibbs. Jim nodded. He held open the door as Shannon got in. He closed the door while Gibbs ran around to the other side of the car. As soon as he got in, Gibbs hit the gas, speeding out of the driveway.

"How are you doing, honey?" asked Gibbs.

"About every five minutes, I have a contraction," said Shannon. "Jethro," she said after a moment pause, " The baby's not due for another six weeks. I'm scared."

Gibbs reached over and squeezed his wife's hand. "Everything is going to be okay, honey. Everything is going to be just fine."

Five hours and twelve minutes later, Shannon was in the delivery room with Gibbs right there by her side.

"One more push Shannon!" said the doctor. Then a moment later, Gibbs could hear the sound of the baby crying. "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Gibbs, it's a boy!"

"A boy!" said Gibbs. He turned to Shannon. "Shannon, honey, it's a boy!"

"I heard the doctor, honey," said Shannon softly. Even though she was exhausted, she couldn't help but smile.

"Here you are," said the nurse. She handed Shannon the little baby, wrapped in a blue blanket. "Does he have a name yet?"

"His name is Kyle," said Shannon, smiling down at her son, "Kyle Jethro Gibbs." She looked up at her husband, "He looks like a Kyle, doesn't he?"

"He's perfect," said Gibbs, smiling.

"Hi Kyle," said Shannon, "I'm your mommy and this guy right here is your dad. Do you want to hold him Jethro?"

Gibbs nodded and held out his hands. He took Kyle from Shannon.

"Hi Kyle," said Gibbs. "I'm your dad."

May 29, 1982—somewhere in Nigeria

It started out like any other normal day. The sun was shining and it was already 80°F. Gibbs and his team were fighting against the enemy across the long stretch of desert.

Gibbs could feel in his gut that something was wrong. He didn't know what, but he could just feel that something wasn't right.

About a half an hour later, Louis came over to him. "Gunny!"

Gibbs looked up and knew immediately something was wrong. He could see it was written all over the colonel's face.

"What is it?" asked Gibbs, afraid to hear the answer.

"There was a car accident," said Louis softly. Gibbs felt his heart stop. "Shannon and Kelly died on impact. Gibbs, I'm so sorry."

"No," said Gibbs softly. He stepped back, "No…" He turned and started running.

"Gunny! Wait!" shouted Louis. Gibbs ignored him and continued running. "GIBBS! STOP!"

Gibbs just kept running. He felt his heart breaking and he just kept running.

Shannon and Kelly just can't be dead….they just can't be!

There was an explosion nearby and Gibbs felt himself flying through the pain. Then there was extreme physical pain and then there was nothing.

June 17, 2004- Washington D.C.

The first thing that Gibbs was aware of was the smell of cleaning products. The second thing he was aware of was a weird beeping sound. The third he was aware of was a pounding in his head.

"About time."

Gibbs opened his eyes to see an older man with white hair in a suit. He held up his badge. "NCIS Agent Mike Franks. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a train," said Gibbs. "What happened?"

"You ran into the middle of a battlefield," said Franks. "You got blown up. You've been in a coma for the past 19 days."

"Where am I?" asked Gibbs.

"Bethesda," said Franks.

Gibbs nodded and leaned back against the pillows. "What happened to my family?"

"Your wife witnessed the murder of a sailor," said Franks, "she came to us. We had her and the children under our protection. One of our agents was driving her and the kids home when he was taken out by a sniper. The car crashed," Franks paused. "Your wife and daughter died instantly. I'm very sorry."

Gibbs nodded, blinking back the tears. "What about Kyle? Where's my son?"

Franks paused. "Well, that's where it gets complicated…"

Gibbs sat up, "What do you mean it gets complicated? Where's my son?"

Frank ran a hand over his face, "We don't know."

"What do you mean, 'you don't know,'" asked Gibbs anger and fear creeping into his voice.

"Our medical examiner, Dr. Mallard, thinks that your son survived the crash," said Franks. "He thinks that the car seat he was in probably protected him. However when we got to the scene, there was no sign of your son."

Frank sighed, "My theory is that whoever shot our agent and caused the crash went over to check to make sure there were—" Frank paused for a moment, unsure of how to phrase it—" to double check and he found that Kyle was still alive." Frank took another deep breath. "I think that the killer may have taken Kyle with him."

"What?" asked Gibbs horrified. His wife and daughter were dead and his son had been kidnapped. "Why?"

"My guess," said Franks, "your son is too young to remember him so he probably doesn't feel threatened. He perhaps felt guilty about killing Kyle and couldn't. Maybe he is planning to raise him as his own. Maybe he is going to try to sell him to a desperate couple who wants a baby. I honestly don't know."

"Do you have any leads?" asked Gibbs.

Frank shook his head.

Gibbs sighed, shaking his head, "I don't care how long it takes. I am going to find my son."

May 11, 2004- Washington D.C.

It had been 22 years since Gibb's family had been stolen from him. His beloved wife and daughter had been killed in a fatal car crash and his infant son had been kidnapped. Gibbs had searched every part of the eastern coast for his son and in the past 22 years he had yet to find a solid lead. But he had yet to give up the search.

I'll never give up, Kyle, vowed Gibbs, Never.

There wasn't a day that went by that Gibbs didn't think and wonder about his son.

Agent Gibbs walked into his office, glancing down at the papers on his desk. "DiNozzo!"

"Yeah Boss?"

"What have we got?" asked Gibbs.

NCIS Agent Tony DiNozzo got up and walked over to the plasma. He grabbed the remote, "Lt. Thomas Storm. He was murdered last night."

"Yeah, I can see that Tony," said Gibbs lightly.

"Ducky called," said NCIS Agent Kate Todd. "He wants to see you in autopsy."

Gibbs nodded. "Good. Tony, Kate-"

"Go talk to Storm's CO," said Gibbs, heading down towards the elevator to talk to Ducky.

"On it boss!" replied Tony and Kate as they grabbed their gear and headed out the door.

Gibbs rode the elevator down and walked into autopsy. "What do you got for me Duck?"

"Many things," said Ducky. "But first, let me introduce my new medical assistant." Ducky turned and called to the young man sitting at the desk, who currently had his back to the two. "Jimmy!"

Jimmy stood up and walked over to the table.

"Agent Gibbs, this is my new assistant, James Palmer," said Ducky. "Jimmy, this is Agent Jethro Gibbs."

Jimmy stuck out his hand, "Please to meet you Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs didn't respond. He couldn't.

He was too busy being shocked at the fact, that after twenty-two years, his son, Kyle Gibbs, was currently standing in front of him.

Dun, dun, dun! Cliffie karma returns with a vengeance!

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