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"Jenny, I need you to come down here fast," Gibbs told his wife over the phone urgently.

"What about the kids, Jethro?"

"Bring them. Just get here fast."

That was what the conversation had went on like.

Soon enough, Jenny had brought the kids to her husband's work. She really should get back to being an agent.

Each of the kids has their own personality.

There's Tony, the oldest at age ten. He's obsessed with movies and having fun while slacking.

Then comes Ziva, age nine, who was adopted. After a year, she had become considerably less shy.

Tim, age seven, is next. He has a wide knowledge of technology even at his young age.

At age six, there's Abby. She has a fascination of science. She always eagerly listened to information about the cases her father worked on.

The youngest is Jimmy at age four. He did whatever he could with his older siblings.

Imagine having to bring these five kids out of a car and into a building. Not what Jenny had in mind, but she was used to this.

After leaving the kids with Ducky, Jenny made her way up to the bullpen.

"I gonna go nowhewe," a little auburn haired girl, three years of age, sobbed into Gibbs' shoulder. "I got no mommy."

The little girl's name was Caitlin, though she went by Kate or Katie. Her single father had just been shot on a case. Her mother left when Kate was just six days old.

"It's gonna be okay, Kate, you don't have to worry about anything," Gibbs assured her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

Kate continued to sob.

The elevator dinged and Jenny stepped out. She walked over to her husband's desk where she saw him holding a little girl.

"Katie, this is my wife Jenny," Gibbs said as Jenny walked over.

Kate turned around. "Hi," she said between her cries. She turned back around to cry.

"I need you to go with Ian for a minute, Kate," Gibbs told her, handing her to Special Agent Ian Brandon. Then he stood up and told his wife, "Her name's Caitlin. Her father was just shot on a case. Her mother left when she was six days old and no one knows anything about her. Kate's father was an only child. Her grandparents are dead. She's gonna be put in a foster home unless we-"

"Adopt her," Jenny cut him off, finishing his sentence. She loved kids, so of course her answer was, "Okay."

Tony, Ziva, and Tim came into the bullpen. Jenny and Gibbs decided that they were old enough to know now that they were going to have a new sister. But Kate couldn't stop crying so she could meet three of her new siblings.

Ziva walked over to the three-year-old. "Hey, Katie, I'm Ziva. I'm your new big sister."

The only response she got was a quiet, "Hi, Ziva."

"Listen, Kate, I was adopted, too. It's hard, really hard, to come into an already established family. But now you can't even tell that I was adopted. I now have the best parents ever and I have a lot of siblings to play with. I love my life. Trust me, Kate, life is awesome in this family."

Kate's sobs lessened and she hugged Ziva. "Thanks."

Jenny and Gibbs watched, amazed, as they heard Ziva speak the most in one time than she ever has before.

Kate had never had any siblings. Now she had five older siblings. She was the youngest.

She also had a new last name. It was exciting for her-she loved to learn to write new words, and Jenny had taught her how to write her new last name. On a scrap piece of paper, Kate had messily (she was three, though, of course it would be messy) written down 'KATIE GIBBS.'

Seeing the other drawings on the refrigerator, Kate asked Jenny if she could hang it up. Jenny smiled and reached for a magnet. Kate grinned when her picture was put by Ziva's 100% science test and Abby's drawing of a tree.

When it was time for Kate to go to sleep, she asked Gibbs, "Daddy used to wead me a stowy. Can you wead me a stowy?"

"Of course," he said, lifting Kate and bringing her into her new room.

Once the little girl was changed into her pink plaid pajamas, she jumped into bed. "You hafta sit wight hewe," she told Gibbs, patting the space on the bed beside her. She moved over so he could sit down.

Gibbs sat down with the story he had gotten from Jimmy's room.

"What you weading to me?" Kate asked.

"The Cat in the Hat," Gibbs said.

Kate beamed. "I love dat story!"

After the first few pages, Kate yawned and her eyelids were threatening to close.

"Go to sleep, Katie," Gibbs stated. "You're really tired."

Kate nodded. "Night-night, Daddy." She looked up at him to make sure it was okay to call him that.

Gibbs smiled. "Goodnight, Kate." He kissed her forehead and turned the lights off as he left, shutting the door softly behind him.

Before she fell asleep, Kate thought about being adopted. She never had a mommy before, and now she did. She also never had siblings, and now she had five older ones.

But best of all, Kate had a great daddy. Not that she didn't before, but she would miss having a daddy if Gibbs wasn't her new daddy.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

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