December 13th, 2034; everyone on Team Gibbs revered and somewhat feared Leroy Jethro Gibbs. They lived by his ever expanding list of rules in their professional lives and in their personal lives. Of course besides his own daughters, his nieces and nephews along with the rest of the kids; there were only three people that were able to get away with murder as the cliché went. Everyone knew who and why the trio Jethro had given free passes to could get away with things. Abby was Jethro’s favorite and always would be. Jenny was the wife and the mother of six of his seven daughters as well as the love of his life; at least the second love of his life. Jaylyn’s free pass was due to the fact that she was the sister-in-law.
But that was beside the point today. Today was the sixteenth birthday of one Kyle Luca McGee. Albeit sixteenth birthdays weren’t that big of a deal that it was for the girls in the collective when it came to the big Sweet Sixteen birthday when it came to the boys in the collective. Of course having Abby as his mother, Kyle Luca didn’t have much of a choice when it came to the extravaganza that were his birthdays; of course Kyle Luca’s thirteenth birthday had to be his favorite birthday out of all of them so far. The one birthday of his that wasn’t over the top like the previous fifteen birthdays had been.
“Kyle, come in here please.” Tim called his son.
“What is it, Dad? I was playing Sims 3.”
Kyle Luca was like his father in that respect.
“Relax; you can go back to once we’re done with this.”
“Okay then can we get through with this?”
“How many Caf-Pows have you had today?” McGee asked his son knowing full well that his son had the same Caf-Pow addiction that his son’s mother had.
“Just two.”
“You’ve had more than just two Caf-Pows, Kyle. It’s like you’ve had ten. You’re just as hyper as your mother gets when she has five Caf-Pows.”
“Can we just get this over with; my Sim is one promotion away from reaching his lifetime goal and I’d really like to get back to it before the insanity Mom is throwing later.”
“You were always such an impatient child; you got that from your aunt.” Tim said as he handed over the gift that he took a lot of time in choosing.
“Dad…”
Kyle Luca unwrapped the gift his dad had given him. Inside the medium size box held a retractable knife. Kyle Luca was a bit puzzled by the gift that sitting before him.
“Thanks for the knife, Dad…”
“Son, this is a tradition that I am starting with you in hope that someday you will continue it with your son when he’s sixteen.”
“Okay…”
“Don’t take this lightly, Kyle. You’re mesmerizing Gibbs’ rules just as the rest of us have and still are at times. This knife has significance to it.”
“Rule Nine.”
“Never go anywhere without a knife.” Tim said.
“Okay thanks, Dad.” Kyle said in response as he removed the knife from the box it had been resting in and flipped it in the air just above his hand like Jethro had with Ziva’s retractable knife twenty-nine years ago when the team had Sorrow case before he returned to his room to play his game.
“You’ve spent too much time around Gibbs and Ziva.” Tim said as Abby came into the room.
“Who’s spent too much time around Gibbs and Ziva?” Abby asked as she set the Party City bags down.
“Our son. How much did you spend at Party City?” Tim questioned.
“Its need to know, Timmy. Why have you deemed it that our son has spent too much time around Gibbs and Ziva?” Abby asked in attempt to divert the conversation.
“I gave Kyle the knife while you were out; he took the knife out of the box and flipped it in the air like Gibbs did when we got the Sorrow case.”
“Ah.”
“So what did you get and how much did you spend at Party City?”
“Its need to know, Mr. Gemcity.”
“You, Ziva and Tony are never going to let me live that down are you?”
“Ah no.”
“Figured that much.”
“Look at it this way; McGregor and Amy lived happily ever after just like in your books; Mr. Gemcity.” Abby said as she gave her husband a drive by kiss as she went into one of the other rooms.
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