Gibbs' Son

Chapter 1

Agents McGee and Todd walk into the squad room laughing with each other and relaxed after closing their most recent murder case. 'Where do you think Gibbs went after cuffing our guy?' Kate asks slightly confused as the conversation veers

'You can never know with Gibbs.' McGee shrugs. 'No point even trying to work out what is in his mind.'

'Don't we know it.' Kate mutters. Laughter floats over to them from their bullpen. They glanced over not surprised to see their boss sitting at his desk but they are surprised to see him with a smile on his face and laughing.

'Gibbs is laughing.' McGee whispers.

'I know.'

'Why is he laughing?'

'I don't know McGee.' Kate murmurs back. 'Do you want to be the one to ask him?'

'Not particularly.'

'Then let's get our paperwork done.' They share a glance and head to their desk. Both keep glancing over at Gibb's desk.

After twenty minutes of repetitive glances form both agents, Gibbs gets rather annoyed. 'Don't you two have work to do?'

'Yes.'

'Yeah Boss.'

'Then get on with it.'

'Tetchy.' A new voice mutters from the direction of Gibbs' desk.

'Weak ice.'

'Aren't I always? Ow.' The voice whines as Gibbs delivers a head slap. 'What about my migraine?'

'What about it?'

'Get rid of it. I've got a couple of cases to complete.'

'So?'

'I have the highest closing rate of the office.'

'Is that so?'

'Obviously not as high as yours.'

'Obviously.'

'But I'm getting there.'

'Abby's lab. Futon. Now.' A young man rises from behind Gibbs' desk. 'And take the damn painkillers.' The young man scowls as he slopes off to the lab. 'Or I'll get Ducky to inject them straight into you.' He flips the finger to Gibbs just before he turns the corner. Gibbs smiles to himself as he turns on his computer monitor. 'What?' he asks his two subordinates.

'May we ask who he is?' McGee asks cautiously.

'No one you need to worry about.' Gibbs answers. His two junior agents share a glance but return to work. Just as McGee opens his first file, his phone rings.

'Agent McGee.'

'McGee, get down here now. And keep quiet.' The forensic technician's voice emits from the speaker.

'Yeah, okay Abs. Be there in a second.'

'Tell Abby I want the ballistics ASAP.'

'Yes Boss.'

'And make sure he has taken his pain killers.'

'Yes Boss.' McGee rises from his chair and heads down to the lab.

McGee looks through the door of the lab cautiously looking for the forensic technician. 'Abby?' The gothic technician pops up from behind her main station.

'Hey Timmy.' She whispers.

'Is that guy here? Gibbs wants to know if he's taken any painkillers.'

'Tell him to sod off.'

'Play nice.' Abby scolds. 'And go to sleep. It'll help your migraine.' Abby wags her finger at him.'

'What ever.' He sleepily mutters before dropping off to sleep. Abby grins at McGee.

'He is such a child.' She grins at him. 'Anyway, you want to take this to Gibbs.' Abby hands him a couple of papers. 'It's the ballistics he wants. And you want this, the blood splatter analysis from the Carlson case.' Abby gives him some more papers.

'Who is he?'

'Who? Him?' McGee nods. 'He's Tony. I sometimes do some forensic works for his cases at Metro PD.'

'Tony who?'

'His work name is Anthony DiNozzo. But his surname is actually Gibbs.' McGee stare at him.

'Gibbs.'

'Shh. Our Gibbs adopted him on his ninth birthday. As a birthday present.'

'Why doesn't he use Gibbs.'

'He doesn't want any special treatment.'

'Gibbs is a well known name in crime fighting circles.'

'And he wants to join NCIS. But I won't let him. Yet.' A phone rings and Tony mumbles pushing his face into his pillow.

'Answer it for me Abs.'

'Answer it yourself.' Abby retorts going back to her computers. Tony groans and pushes himself up.

'DiNozzo. What the hell do you want?' Tony's annoyed expression morphs to an alert one. 'Be there in twenty. Do not touch anything until I get there and identify him.' Tony hangs up. 'How do you work with three probies?'

'Get some painkillers from Ducky. You're staying round mine tonight. No arguments.' Tony mock salutes and scarpers out of the lab still massaging his temples. Gibbs watches him. 'That boy will be the death of me.' Gibbs mutters.

'Maybe you should let him join NCIS. You can keep a closer eye on him.'

'Abby.'

'Oh that was over three years ago Gibbs. We're just best friends.' Abby tilts her head. 'Actually we're back to being more like brother and sister now.' Gibbs smiles at her.

'I know.' Gibbs turn to the door but turns back.

'McGee's got your ballistics.' McGee hands over the relevant paperwork.

'Done digging into my private life?'

'Yes Boss.'

'Go back to work.' McGee scurries out of the lab.

'Yes boss.'

'You are evil Bossman.' Gibbs gives her a knowing smile.