Hey people. I was so completely and utterly inspired by Taylor Swift's songs (which I obviously don't own, since I just said 'Taylor Swift's') and I had to write this. It's 2009 in this, later on, when Abby meets Gibbs again, she's 30 (fifteen years later, 2024), and (I really am regretting telling you this) Gibbs is the same age as he is on the show, so I guess after graduation he got sucked up by a magical portal that took him to the land of fancy cakes and bunnies, then when he went back to Earth, he went back in time, got married to Shannon (and everyone else) and had a kid and blah blah all the depressing stuff. I don't own NCIS, but I own the idea of the magical land of fancy cakes and bunnies! (btw, not a songfic)

Abby woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. The first day of high school. She couldn't decide whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. She missed her friends, who wouldn't? But, what bothered her was the three worries her friend's sister taught her about high school. Teachers, popularity, and boys. The boys were her worries. She didn't want to be that one girl who never dated, but she doesn't want to date a bunch of jerks, which was pretty much what all the boys acted like since she was in 2nd grade. Anyways, she still wanted to date at least one good, sensible guy in high school. She sighed, then got up and got ready.

She ran into the office, got her schedule and locker key, then headed towards the hall. She stopped where she saw all of her friends, where her locker obviously was. "Hey guys!" She started. "Hey Abby!" Everyone replied. They talked about their summers, family or outside friend drama, until… "Hey, who's that guy?" Abby whispered. Stella (a friend, obviously) looked behind her. "Oh, that's some guy from Pennsylvania. He moved here a couple of weeks ago…our street. You were on vacation, I think." She replied. "Well, I think he's cute. Besides he's new. I'll go and talk to him." Abby walked over slowly to the new student. She tapped his shoulder and got a good look at him. He was pretty good-looking. He had short, shaggy, brown hair and a slight tan. He was pretty tall for a ninth grader, and he looked muscular (hmmm, very muscular, actually. must've lifted heavy crap or something...). He had a kind look to him, and she thought she was going to faint when he spoke in a rough voice. "Hey." He said. "Hey. How's it going?" He shrugged. 'Pretty good, I guess. Being new here kind of sucks, but yeah, it's going good. Who are you?" He said, half laughing. 'Oh, yeah. I'm..." The bell rung. "Ah, crap! What class do you have next?" He looked down at his schedule. "Math." He said quickly. Abby dragged him towards the classroom, flung him in a chair, then sat beside him. The forty-five minutes dragged on slowly as the teacher introduced himself and explained what they would be doing the entire freaking year. The bell finally rang, then Abby and the mystery student walked out. "What's your next class?" She asked. "Um, science." Abby thought for a moment. "Erm, I think it's… that way." She pointed to the opposite en of the hall. "I'll see you later then." He said. "Yeah, I guess." Abby replied.

The next two periods went by even slower than the first. When the lunch bell finally rang, she had some… trouble. She had five books for three classes so far. Two for math, two for history, and one for grammar. She was walking down the stairs when she dropped all five. She ran to the bottom and stared to pick them up. Soon she saw a second pair of large, tan hands help. She looked up. It was the new guy. "Hey, Crap." He said. She looked at him questionably. Then she realized what he was talking about. "Oh! I never did tell you my name, did I?" He shrugged. "I guess not, since I just called you Crap." Abby laughed. "Well, yeah, my name's Abby Sciuto. And you are…?" He looked at his watch. "Late for lunch. What's your next class? I'll try and walk you there…" Abby got up with some of her books, then he handed her the rest. "Nah, I have lunch next, too. You can walk me there. Just let me go to my locker." He grabbed her by her arm and walked her to her locker, which was surprisingly, right beside his. "Well, you catch on fast." She laughed. "You still haven't told me your name yet." He leaned against his locker. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs." Abby stared at 'Leroy Jethro Gibbs' for a moment, then made an almost evil grin. "No, I'm not kidding. I don't know what was going through my dad's mind at the time I was born." Abby shut her locker. "Well, what am I suppose to call you?" He thought for a moment. "Well, most of the guys back home just called me Gibbs, and hardly any of the girls even talked to me, so, just call me Jethro." Abby grinned again. "Okay then, Jethro. You ready to go?" He just nodded. "So, none of the girls at your old school talked to you? I find that hard to believe…"

"Eh, none of them seemed to understand me…" Abby cocked her head. "You seem pretty fine to me." Jethro went ahead and sat at a table. Abby sat beside him. "Well, I usually don't talk much." Abby laughed at this. "You're serious? I've barely heard you shut up since I've met you!" Jethro laughed. "Well, I usually don't talk this much." She scooted a little a little closer to him. "Well, I guess I'm an exception, huh?" He nodded. "At least you could talk a little. This is what I did for a year." She started to sign. *My parents were deaf. I did this all the time.* To her surprise, he replied. *I understand. My 1st grade teacher forced us to learn ASL when there was a mute kid in our class. He happened to be one of my best friends.* Abby grinned. *You sly dog.* They laughed, while others, mostly 11th and 12th graders, just stared at them. Some of them smiled, barely knowing who Abby was, and knew where this was headed. The bell rang, indicating lunch was over. "Crap! Well, I guess if I don't see you anymore today, I'll see you on the bus, 'k?" Jethro just nodded, obviously a trademark gesture for him around people. Well, that and his shoulder-shrug. They headed towards their classes, and they really didn't see each other for the rest of the day, which kind of bugged them. They got on the bus, and sat beside each other (where else?).

"So, got any homework?" Jethro asked. "No, why? It's the first day of school. Oh no, you're kidding…" He shook his head. "McGregor's? I heard he's a real butt-hole…" He slumped, something Abby hadn't seen him do all day. "Yeah, and the bad thing is, I suck at science." Abby slapped him on the back, forcing him to sit up. "I'll help you. Heck, I'll even tutor you if you want." Jethro looked at her. "Really? That's be awesome, but, I'd have a hard time explaining to my dad why there's a girl at my house after the first day of school…" Abby grabbed her stuff, since it was their stop. When he saw what she was doing, he did the same.

"Before we go to your place, I need to tell my folks I'll be at your place." Jethro just nodded her off. He stood beside the house waiting for her. Abby came out slowly. "They want to see you. Don't ask, it's just an over-protective parent thing." Jethro looked towards her house, then gulped. He didn't think he'd be doing this for at least a few months from now. He slowly walked in the door, looking at her father, who looked very cross at the moment, and was sitting on the couch. Dear God, please don't kill me, he thought. When he walked into the living room, he just stood there. Jethro couldn't see Abby's mom anywhere, or Abby. He was on his own. *So, my daughter is trying to go to your house to tutor you, is that correct?* Jethro gulped again. *Yes sir. I always had trouble with science. Abby offered to help me.* Mr. Sciuto still had a stern look on his face. *Why did you ask for Abby's help? There are many other people that are well educated in science.*

*Well, as I said before sir, she offered to help. I know what you're thinking, and I would never do anything to Abby. I know I've only known her for less than a day, but I'm not that kind of guy.* Mr. Sciuto glared at him for a moment, then signed, *Okay then. I'm going to trust you, but if you do anything to hurt Abby…*

*I won't sir, I promise.* Mr. Sciuto nodded him off, then Jethro went outside, seeing that Abby was still outside. "It's okay. You can come." Abby jumped up slightly. "Yay! Um, oh, kind of inappropriate for the situation, I guess." He raised an eyebrow at her. "You think? I thought your dad was going to kill me!" Abby giggled. "Nah, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He just likes to scare people." Jethro looked at her with disbelief. "He likes to do that?"

"Yeah. Gets a kick out of it."

"How?"

"I don't know. He's my dad, I'm not his keeper."

"Wait. Stop here. Go on in." He held the door open for her. "Thanks." When Abby saw a man sitting on the couch reading the local newspaper, and she suddenly became shy. He was obviously Jethro's father since he looked like an older version of him. He looked rugged, a tall, gruff man. He had the same shaggy brown hair, the muscles, even the kind look. He looked up from the newspaper. "Well, now Jethro, what do we have here? A girl home on your first day of school?" Yup, even sounded like him, too. "Yes, Dad. It's nothing. She just came… to help… with my science." He looked down. Abby guessed Jethro wasn't really the type to ask for help. "Finally, you stubborn ol'…" He looked at Abby. "Erm, yeah. Well, you finally got you some help." He got up and walked towards the two. Abby held her hand out. "Abby Sciuto, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Gibbs." He laughed as he took her hand and shook it firmly. "No one calls me Mr. Gibbs. Call me Jack." Abby nodded. "Okay then, pleasure to meet you Jack."

"Go ahead and go up. I need to talk to Jethro for a moment." Abby nodded, then happily hopped up the stairs to try and find Jethro's room. Jethro sighed. "Dad, please, I already had to go through this with Abby's dad. You know I'm not going to start anything with her…"

"That's where you're wrong son. I want you to start something with this girl."

"What? Dad, have you gone crazy? She's my friend, that's it I'm not starting anything with her!"

"Jethro, you know very well not a single girl would talk to you over at that middle school, and to see a smart, beautiful young girl just right up and help you, at least do something." Jethro just stared at his father and complete disbelief, thinking he must've been drunk. Jack looked at his son. He could very well tell he liked her, but was too stubborn to admit it. He just shook his head and laughed lightly. "Whatever you say son. Now go up there and get tutored." Jethro rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs.

"Hey Abby. Sorry for keeping you waiting." She rolled over on the bed. "It's fine. But what were you talking about down there?" Jethro sat on the bed next to her. "Uh, nothing. Just… stuff." Abby nodded. "Stuff? Okay, I understand. Well, let's get started." For Jethro, the entire time was devastatingly boring, just because it was science. But, if had met anyone else as smart as Abby at the school, he still would've wanted Abby to help him out.

While Jethro was figuring out a formula for something, Abby looked over him. He caught onto things pretty quickly, and looking like what he did, she didn't think he'd be too smart. She was wrong, which was an almost catastrophic event. He looked at his face for a moment. She usually didn't like looking at people straight in the face, not even her own friends. It just bothered her somehow. She looked at his eyes for a second. They were an almost ghostly albino-blue. His father had regular blue eyes, so he must've gotten it from his mom, wherever she was at the moment. "You know," he started as he was finishing the problem, "how and why are you so freaking great at science?" She shrugged. "I want to be a forensic scientist for the NCIS someday, so I really need to know this stuff."

"You're going to be a forensic scientist for the what?"

"EXACTLY! No one knows what the NCIS is! It's Naval Criminal Investigation Service. I watch the TV show all the time, and I think it would be cool to work for them."

"Uh huh. Well, I'm done here, so, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. See ya."

"Hold on a sec." He found a scrap of paper and wrote something on it. "Here. It's my house number. I lost my cell, but I 'll give you that number when I find it." Abby tore a bit of paper off the one she was given. "My cell that's all it gonna be. Deaf parents. You know, can't hear, don't talk. Not much use of a phone." She walked to the door. "Well, see you tomorrow." Jethro replied with a nod, and she left.

When she out of the house and closer to hers, she went into a practical giggling spasm, just laughing and hopping around for a second. 'Yay! Yes! I got his number!" She covered her mouth to try to stop her giggling, but it didn't do much. I got to call everyone, she thought.

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