Family Silk

Show: NCIS

Plot: Leroy Jethro Gibbs is a single parent of four young children, well three for the moment. He's waiting for his newest child to be ready to leave from Israel. But when little six year old Ziva arrives at her new home, Gibbs has to be shipped out. Ducky goes to the house to babysit them. What stories will the kids learn?

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.

Chapter 1: Putting Fun in Dysfunctional

"Daddy. I wanna sista," little Abby Gibbs said as her father, Leroy, pulled her solid black hair into a ponytail.

"Abigail. Say still or you may never get one," the man said, making sure the ponytail was snug. "Now don't pull you hair out again."

Abby looked up at her adoptive father with a cutesy look. Feet clambered down the stairs that lead to the basement. Leroy set his daughter on the ground.

"Dad. Tony was picking on me again," eight-year-old Timothy cried, rubbing tears from his eyes.

The older boy was standing at the bottom of the stairs, having come down last. Timothy's head was buried into his father's thigh. Jethro rubbed his temples.

"Dad I swea-"

"Listen Tony. I have told you time and time again not to pick on your younger brother. For this you're not going to any of those girl's birthday parties for a while."

Tony gaped a bit before stomping up the stairs. The ten-year-old had been Jethro's first adopted and probably most explosive at the moment, coming from a bad neighborhood in New York. The man, sometimes, didn't know how to handle the boy. The father and son seemed to be at odds, or so Jethro's friend, Ducky, oftentimes said.

The older man stood up after a few minutes of watching his two youngest children play near the boat he was building. Timothy had his four-year-old sister in his arms. The young boy was telling her about what he had been learning in school. The two had come into Jethro's life as a pair, probably more so Abby's fault.

"Come on you two. You're both going to be late," Gibbs said shooing them upstairs.

Tim put Abby down. The two of them walked up the stairs, holding hands. Their father followed them. Leroy headed into the kitchen to grab the three lunch boxes.

Each child had their own quirks when they went shopping for lunch boxes. Abby hadn't dared been dissuaded from the black skulled bag. The boys were easy to get for. Tony wanted something from some type of army show. But small Timothy had gotten a Radar lunchbox. A bologna sandwich, apple and juice box were in each of them.

Leroy adjusted little Abby's bags that were on her back when they got to the day care. The two boys were in the backseat of their father's hummer. Tony had his arms crossed in a stance of defiance.

"Daddy. Remember big sista," Abby said, looking at Jethro.

"I remember Abby," he said kissing her forehead.

"Thank you daddy," the little girl said before skipping towards the growing group of kids.

A smile slipped onto the gaunt face of the man before he turned to the vehicle. He let out a groan when he saw the two boys fighting. He walked to the back door, pulling it open.

"Anthony. Timothy, out now," he said, almost barking at them.

The two boys looked at him, not quite understand what had brought this on. Gibbs watched Tony and Tim get out of the vehicle. The older boy was looking at the concrete of the sidewalk.

"Boys I've told you both several times not to fight," Gibbs said.

"Well if Tim wouldn't talk geek to me, I wouldn't," Tony mumbled.

"It doesn't matter what the other does and it doesn't matter who starts it because I'm the one who has to finish it. Now get to school."

Tim and Tony grumbled a bit as they grabbed their bags. Jethro shut the door when his two boys started to walk to their elementary school. The older male walked around to the front of the car when he heard his cell phone ring.

He pulled the damned thing out of his pocket. The gray haired man growled when he recognized the phone number. He stuffed it back in his pocket. Jethro would eventually call the Israeli adoption agency back when he got back home.

It was a few hours at talking on the phone and being on hold before Gibbs made any progress on the new adoption he had been planning.