Title: Once upon a summer time

Disclaimer:I don't own the characters on NCIS, I'm just borrowing them for the story.

Author's Notes: Hello to you who are reading this. I hope you will enjoy this story that I'm working on at the moment. The idea came to me a couple of months ago and ever since I've been writing it in my head, which has been making me really happy so I wanted to try and write it down for real and post it here. This is supposed to be a "feel good" story so to speak. And by that I mean a story that is supposed to give the reader a feeling of happiness.

This story is not only written for adults who love NCIS but it's also supposed to be suitable for kids and younger teens. There will be a lot of humor in the story, which I think the characters on the show automatically bring just by being the way they are, and I've tried to work with them the same way here.

The story itself takes place mainly in Washington D.C. It's the summer of 1991 and four kids travel away from their families and lives to stay with Special Agents Jeroy Jethro Gibbs and Jenny Shepard. A couple who, when they are not working to catch bad guys, share a life in a little white house with blue shutters in a friendly neighborhood.

The kids, Tony, Ziva, Tim and Abby,learn the value of true friendship and trust in people, as they run around, play games and sometimes accidentally create mischief of different sorts throughout the summer. However there are dangers lurking in D.C too and somehow it manages to find its way to the four adventurers who then has to stand together in order to get out of it.

This is the way I believe the relationship would have been like between Gibbs and Tony, Ziva, Abby and McGee if he had met them while they were still little kids. I always liked Gibbs and Jenny together on the show and wouldn't have objected had they ever become a couple again onscreen. So in this story they are a couple since a little while after Jenny had completed her training as a probie for Gibbs. On the show Jenny stayed behind in Europe and Gibbs went back to the U.S to continue working as a Special Agent there. However, in this story they have recently finished the assignment in Europe and then traveled home together.

Before letting you get into the first chapter of the story I'd just like to add that I will be doing my best to stay true to the characters and the way they are on the show. But since I'm trying to portray them the way I believe they would have been like as children then of course I have to make some changes to them. After all they haven't grown up yet, and as we all know all kids have to be allowed their time to grow up ;) No rush.

For this story I've chosen the Gibbs we see in seasons one and two. That's the way I like him best. I've also always loved the way he is with kids and that's the way he will be with Tony, Ziva, Tim and Abby here. He also never had Kelly and was never married to Shannon, since we never knew anything about them in seasons one and two. Jenny is the Jenny we see in season three when she first appears, except I've made her slightly softer since I suspect she was like that earlier in her life before she took on the heavy role as Director. Gibbs and Jenny are of course also younger in the story than they are on the show since this is supposed to be approximately one year after their assignment in Europe. Their house in the story is not the same house Gibbs has on the show.

All that said, I hope you enjoy this story and please send me a pm if you have requests, ideas, criticism or just feel like saying hi. Also, please review and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.


On the move

In a friendly neighborhood, at 1242 Pine road, Washington DC, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood with his hands at his sides staring out at the backyard of the little white house with blue old fashioned shutters he shared with his fiance Jenny Shepard. To them it was home. After having been stationed in Europe for several months and having to constantly be on their guard, it was even more home now that they had returned to it than before they had taken the assignment abroad.

The gentle morning sunlight warmed his skin as he stood directly in the only spot in the backyard that had sun that early in the day. He sipped his strong coffee and felt energy begin to return to him. It was a big day. The day him and Jenny would meet their summer kids. It was the first time they tried having kids stay with them since they became a couple. He had had some experience on his own before though. But that was a long time ago as a Marine when he had entered a program that was looking for adults willing to take in a troubled child for a couple of weeks during the summer. He had expected a real difficult kid that time but had ended up with a very shy boy that hardly spoke to him the first few days. Eventually they had gotten along great and there had been no trouble what so ever during the boy's stay with him.

He got along good with kids. He always had. But he had never before been responsible for four at the same time for so long. He hoped it would go as smoothly this time as well, but his gut was telling him it might prove more of a challenge this time around.

His mind returned to the present as he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. He had been expecting the touch the past fifteen seconds since he heard Jenny exit the kitchen door, go down the porch steps and start treading quietly across the lawn.

She smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I thought maybe I had you this time. Your ability to always hear me sneak up on you is close to scary, Jethro."

He chuckled and covered her hand with his. The ability to hear people approach him was a skill he had picked up during his days as a Marine corps sniper. He wasn't planning on letting go of it either. It often came in handy in his current line of work as an NCIS Special Agent.

"This is going to work out just fine, Jethro. You'll see." Jenny smiled encouragingly at him. She had been telling him that for the past month not completely sure what was going on inside that head of his the entire time. She knew he wasn't against the decision and that he too wanted to take the kids. But it had originally been her idea and he had made her consider every obstacle and challenge that having the kids come stay with them for an entire summer might bring, before agreeing to her idea.

The couple retreated to the kitchen to have their quiet breakfast before heading to the airport a couple of hours later to pick up two of the kids.

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Ziva Elisenda David's POV:

I glanced out the window at the airport underneath me that just kept on shrinking into nothingness. The next thing I knew we were above the clouds and I could no longer see the airport in Tel Aviv. Now all I could see was a big white quilt. It was beautiful, but also a little frightening at the same time. I was seated by the window on the airplane that was taking me very far away from my home Israel for the first time that I can was back when I was only twelve years old. Back when my father was doing his one year in prison for a felony he swore to me he had not committed, not long before he took over as the head of Mossad operations, and back when my mother decided it was time for me to spend some time away from my father and his and his people's influence on me. My name is Ziva Elisenda David, and that was the summer of 1991. The summer I spent in Washington D.C in the care of Special Agents Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Jenny Shepard together with three other kids who became very close to me. Not at first though.

Anthony Santo DiNozzo's POV:

Buildings, buildings and more buildings. They flashed by outside the window of the bus that I was confined to that hot summer day. It was June 6th 1991 and I was on my way to the airport to get on a plane that would take me to the place I had been told would be my home for the upcoming three months. It didn't sound too bad to get away for a while since my dad would be off to the Cayman Islands for most of the summer anyway. At least this summer I would not be left with the maid. But what was to say I wouldn't be left alone in this new place instead, nothing. Oh well, if things got too bad I figured I could always just run away or go home. Already back then I made my own decisions and I was used to being on my own and fending for myself. Although I did have a strange way of finding myself up to my ears in trouble that I had somehow created myself, though I never really knew how it happened.

My name is Anthony Santo DiNozzo Jr. and this is the story of how I ended up in Washington D.C one summer under the care of two Federal Agents named Gibbs and Jenny.

Abigail Lily Sciuto's POV:

I'm going back in my mind to that day. That day when I stood with my hands hidden behind my back and tears flowing freely down my cheeks at the airport in New Orleans. I didn't want to talk to anybody and especially not my parents. And as long as I had my hands hidden I couldn't speak to them because of their handicap. My parents were deaf.

A few weeks earlier they had decided to send me away to relatives for the summer. The reason was that they both had accepted an offer to work in Kenya during the summer. They were both doctors and figured they could do a lot of good there during three months. They could help a lot of sick people, they had explained to me. It was not a place they wanted to bring me to though so it was decided I'd spend the summer in New York with my aunt and cousins. However, a week before I was set to leave my aunt called and told me it wouldn't be possible for her to take me in for the summer. Her husband had suddenly become very ill and was in the hospital. He was going to be fine but he would need the summer to recuperate and my aunt would have to take care of him. She felt it would be too much with an extra child to look after in addition to her own three kids and her ill husband. When I told my parents what she had said on the phone they were devastated. It was too late to turn back on their promise now and they had already bought the tickets for Kenya. That was when my dad got a tip from a friend of his who had a friend of his own in Washington D.C. The man was some sort of cop as I understood it and he and his fiancee took in kids for the summer. Kids who for different reasons needed to be away from home. When they contacted the man through my dad's friend they found out that all three places had already been filled but my parents were desperate and had begged the couple to please take their little girl too...and they accepted. I cried. I couldn't believe it. I was going to have to spend my summer with complete strangers all because my parents refused to bring me with them. It wasn't fair. And so it happened I was put on a plane with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, on my way to meet my future temporary family. My name is Abigail Lily Sciuto, and this is a story of how I learned the importance of friendship, love and trust.

Timothy McGee's POV:

"No really, I'm serious, man. You gotta learn to curse or a real federal Agent is never going to like you. They use bad language all the time...I'm serious...I've seen it on TV. Really. I'm sure!"

I looked in awe at the boy sitting next to me on the train. I wondered if he could be right. Where else did the people who wrote movies get their ideas from if not from reality? There had to be some sort of logic there. And I liked logic.

I was on my way to spend my summer in a house with three other kids under the what I believed would be strict supervision of two adults that were both Special Agents with a federal agency in Washington D.C. And my God was I a nervous wreck about meeting the male Agent. My grandfather was a Colonel and this Agent Gibbs was a friend of his when they both served in the Marine corps. Though I had never met him I had heard a lot about him over the years while living with my grandfather during the summers. The stories scared me a little and I was ashamed to admit that I was a bit frightened of the image my mind had determinedly created of this man.

My name is Timothy McGee and that was the summer of 1996; when my grandfather suddenly passed away at the beginning of June and my parents had no choice but to send me to live with the one person they had ever heard of that had taken in a kid for the summer on such short notice.

I looked at the boy beside me with a frown and a worried expression on my face.

"So...can you...uh...perhaps... teach me some swear words...?"

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