This is the fourth story in my Alyssa and Grace/NCIS series (Omg. I wrote FOUR freakin' stories! Eep! Yay!) Introducing Princess Grace and Angel Alyssa (sounds like a bit of role reversal, doesn't it?) Hope everyone enjoys! Read and review, people. Read and REVIEW.

Love, Rye

The ending credits of Cinderella rolled down the screen again. It was the third times Gibbs had seen the exact same thing, in the past twelve hours. It was four in the morning, and Grace was sprawled out on the couch and on his lap, asleep. He desperately craved a cup of coffee, but knew that as soon as he moved, she would wake up. Even asleep, she was attentive to his every move.

He pressed the back of his hand lightly to her forehead. Still burning up. The day before, she began complaining of a sore throat, but he had shrugged it off, figuring it was due to her non-stop chattering with everyone she came in contact with. But tonight she had woken him up, tears streaking her face and crying that her throat hurt. He had checked her temperature, and she had a fever of one oh two. Probably strep throat. Gibbs gave her some children's Tylenol (which he already owned, as a precaution) and a liquid medicine specifically made for kids with sore throats he picked up at the drugstore. He planned on taking her to the doctor in the morning, but in the meantime, she was a constant figure by his side.


Gibbs re-adjusted slightly and moved the dark curls from around her face. Her blue eyes were half hidden by drooping eyelids. She looked pale. "Hey, princess. How are you feelin'?"

"My throat still hurts." Grace rubbed her eyes and tucked in tighter against him.

"I'm sorry, hun." He said, breaking one of his own rules. "Want some more medicine?"

"Nuh-uh! It tastes icky." She had nearly gagged with the first spoonful of the flavored medicine, then admonished him. He should've already known that she didn't like grape.

"But it makes you feel better."

She thought about this for a moment. "It's not worth it."

He chuckled. "Alright. You don't have to take it right now."

She quieted again and watched twenty more minutes of Cinderella singing as she cleaned floors. Gibbs pondered this. He had never felt like singing as he cleaned floors; never knew anyone who did. Except maybe Alyssa, who, he was discovering, was prone to breaking into song. But surely even she would not sing as she cleaned what other people had dirtied while wearing rags... Disney was a very distorted world.

Then Grace softly interrupted his thoughts. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?" He grumbled.

"When I get all better, can I have a slumber party?"

"A slumber party?"

"Yeah, Daddy. You know! When all of my friends come over and they bring their sleeping bags and we stay up all night long and watch movies and eat popcorn and play games and stuff!" She yawned after ending her emphatic explanation.

Didn't sound much like a slumber party to him. There wouldn't be much slumbering going on.

"Sure, sweetie. Of course. Now go back to sleep." She did, and he prayed that she forgot the idea by morning.

Three hours later

"Alyssa." Jethro lightly shook her shoulder, but she didnt move. "Lyssa." He said, a little louder. Still no response. She was in too deep of a slumber, where Gibbs would liked to have been himself. He had been up nearly all night with Grace, and he was at a definite caffeine shortage. "ALYSSA!"

She jerked awake and rolled over. "Huh?"

"Wake up. You have to get ready for school. Hurry, let's go." She glowered at him mutinously, so he left the room before she threw something at him. Everyone was a bit cranky this morning.

Gibbs was fixing his first cup of coffee for the day when Alyssa finally came into the room, dressed but still looking half asleep. "Morning, Lyssa."

"Shut up." She sat down on a chair and immediatly dropped her head to the table.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry. Please shut up."

"Watch your attitude."

She barely lifted her head to be heard. "How am I supposed to watch my attitude? Attitude is an abstract noun. It is physically impossible for me to 'watch' my attitude."

"Alyssa. Quit it."

"Ugh. Fine." She stood up, angrily made her way to the kitchen to pour herself some cereal. She reached for a cup of coffee, but her hand was promptly swatted away.

"No, you don't get coffee. Girls who sass don't get coffee." She turned and sent him a look that quite clearly said 'bite me', but he held his ground until she backed down. "Are you ready for school?"


"Good, then you can head on out. Gracie isn't coming in today."

"Why not?"

"She's got a sore throat, was up all night with a fever. I'm taking her to the doctor."

Alyssa smiled sardonically. "Uh-huh. Good luck with that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Grace hates doctors. More than I hate..." She looked at him briefly, shut her mouth. "Never mind. Anyway, she's going to throw a royal tantrum."

"Worse than yours?" He asked, grinning cheekily.

"Funny. You laugh now, you just wait." She had paused to slurp some milk from her bowl when her eyes flickered. She had an idea. "Actually, I kind of doubt you can handle her. And, I mean, I know all of her tricks. I could probably be of real help to you, so I should just stay home today. We can tell my teachers I've got what Gracie-"

"No." He cut in firmly.

She sighed, agitated, but agreed. "Fine." She was too tired to argue (much, anyways). "You can deal with Princess Gracie the of the Terrible Temper."

"We'll see about that. Gracie? Ready to go?"

Grace toddled in, still in her pajamas. She wrapped her arms around his leg tight, as if he would run if she loosened her hold. "I dont feel good. I don't wanna go to school today."

"No, I don't quite think you're up for that. I'll take you to the doctor and we can get you better. Now go get dressed, okay?" Alyssa shot him a pointed look from her spot but stayed silent.

"Huh-uh. I don't wanna go to the doctor, neither."

"Why not? He'll make you feel all better so you can go back to school and have that slumber party you want." It wasn't a bribe, per se. Just close to one.

"I'll feel better tomorrow." She released him and pulled herself up into a chair as she spoke, her voice cracking. She cringed in pain and used one arm to grasp her throat. "Ouchie."

"See? The doctor'll fix that right up. So let's go get ready, okay?"

She shook her head. "Doctors are mean."

"That's not true. Some doctors are very nice. And you haven't even met your new doctor yet, so how do you now if he's mean?"

"I don't like doctors."

"Ducky's a doctor." Sort of, he thought. Just a slightly different kind than the one they would be seeing today. "And you like him."

Gracie shook her head again, adamantly. "Nope. Doctors do poke-y things, and they give shots and stuff. I don't wanna go."

He sighed. Guess that was enough of Mister Nice Guy Daddy. Now it was time to be Mean Daddy. He didn't want to, by any means, but Grace was going to see the doctor today whether she liked it or not.

"Grace, that's enough. You're going, and that's final. Get dressed." She didn't move. He was quickly being pushed from Mean Daddy into Drill Sergeant Daddy. His voice grew sterner. "Grace Elizabeth. I'm not going to argue about this with you. Last chance. Go and get dressed." He nodded his head in the direction of the hallway to her room.

Grace pouted noticeably, unused to not getting her way, but went back to her room.

Alyssa turned to Gibbs, eyes wide. "Told ya."

"Congratulations. You were right. But since you were of no help whatsoever, you can still go to school."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm going, I'm going." She dropped her empty cereal bowl into the sink then turned back to him. "A slumber party, Gibbs? Seriously?"

"Yes. Why? And no, you can't have one with your boyfriend."

"I told you I was going to break up with him."

"I'll hold you to that." He took a long drink of his coffee and felt slightly better. Good coffee could put the world back in perspective. "And what's so bad about a slumber party?"

"Nothing. It's just, I don't know. Interesting, I guess. I don't suppose you've ever hosted a slumber party before, have you?"

"Can't say that I've had the pleasure."


He was about to question her reaction when they were interrupted by the blare of speakers being turned on full blast. "Is that the television in the basement?" Alyssa simply raised her eyebrows. "What's she doing down there? I told her to..." His voice trailed off, and he sighed. "Great..." Gibbs said sarcastically, and set down his coffee.

"Okay, I've heard enough. I'm out of here." Alyssa smiled and sneaked a sip of his coffee before he could stop her.

"Hey, now!" He scolded her jokingly, but she just kissed him on the cheek and left the room.

Gibbs followed her out. "Your mood has improved drastically."

She shrugged and grabbed her car keys on the way out the door. "It usually does when I'm right. Good luck!" She closed the door behind her and laughed. "You're gonna need it."