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(NCIS) Imagine Being Tony's daughter

~this imagine was requested by xfanfictiongirl. Thanks for requesting! Imagine you are Tony's 14 year old daughter, and Gibbs treats you like his own, as well.~

You swiveled around in the office chair, spinning in circles, obviously bored to death. Office life went on around you, ignorant of the fact that you were certain you might die of pure boredom. It had been 3 hours, yes, three whole hours, of waiting, and yet it seemed nowhere close to being done.

You had finished your book you were reading, wrote three new chapters of your fan fiction, and doodled an entire picture of Arthur and Merlin walking in the forest, yet here you were, still bored to death. Surely if you wrote another chapter your followers would think you had no life whatsoever. Not that that isn't true. You thought to yourself.

You laid your head down on your Father's desk and looked at your drawing. I should probably work on Merlin's ears...They are tough to do just right... You thought, and that was the last thing you thought before you fell asleep.

In your sweet slumber you heard voices...And laughter. Is my subconscious trying to tell me I'm lonely? I ALREADY KNOW THAT YOU IDIOT.

"Y/n... Y/n...Y/N! WAKE UP!" You bolted up from your sleep and came face to face with your laughing Father. "What were you doing?" He chuckled. "Sleeping. You were taking too long, jerkface!" You growled back. He just shook his head and laughed. You frowned at him. He could be such a major jerk sometimes. Seriously.

"Sorry we took so long, Y/N. You know how the people with the red tape want to make sure everything, even the smallest, insignificant detail is in the paperwork." Jethro Gibbs said. He was like a more serious, grown-up Dad for you. He practically raised you, since Tony didn't really know how to. Sometimes Tony felt like more of a brother than a Dad to you.

"It's alright. Like you said, I know how it is." Unfortunately far too well. I'm always stuck waiting around!  You thought to yourself.

"Good. Y/N, you are coming with me tonight. Your Father is going to Milan." Your jaw dropped. "You're going to Italy?!?" You almost squealed. You wanted to travel the world but doubted you ever would considering your family situation. Neither your Dad nor Jethro would like that very much. "No, Milan Kansas." Tony said, packing some things in a bag. "What?" You asked, dumbfounded. There is a Milan Kansas? You wondered. Well, I'd still like to tag along if it was anywhere near Lawrence, Kansas.  You giggled.

"No, of course Milan, Italy! Duh!" Tony replied. Oh. He was being a sarcastic jerk again. Wonderful.

"Aren't you going, too, Jethro?" You asked the silver-haired man. "No." He answered before sipping on his coffee, black as usual, and walked out. You sighed and turned on your heels, following him. "Bye Y/N! Be good! Talk to you soon!" Tony yelled and you gave him a thumbs up in the air. At least he tries sometimes.

Gibbs had told you long ago to call him Jethro. You two were quite close, so calling him Gibbs just didn't feel right, even though for quite some time you did just that out of respect. It made you so happy when he asked you to call him that, since you knew barely anyone called him that. It really meant something special.

When you got back to Gibbs' house, you had dinner, and went to bed. You got up at 8 a.m. sharp and found, as usual, Gibbs' was already up. "Hey." He greeted. "Morning." You replied. "I am going in to work in a few minutes, you can hang out, but don't forget to do your homework. I probably won't be back until the morning, so I asked Abbey to come spend the night with you." He said as he washed the dishes from the night before. "Yes!" You said, obviously excited to have a sleepover with Abbey. Who wouldn't want to have a sleepover with Abbey?!?

A week went by rather quickly. Spending time with Abbey, hanging out with Ducky, and event the Director played some poker with you. You always won, of course, so that ended up being quite boring.

"Are you excited to see your Dad again?" Abbey asked, her black pigtails swaying as she walked over to you. "Not really. It's only been a week." You shrugged. "I'm excited. I miss Tony!" You chuckled. "I'm more excited to see McGee." You confessed. "Yeah, me too..." Abbey sat down. You had always gotten along with Tim fabulously. You shared a lot of common interest, but of course it always bugged your Dad majorly.

You and Abbey were in a discussion about music when the elevator dinged and out came your Father and McGee. "Y/N!" Tony said excitedly and you got up and smiled at him. He hugged you tightly and spun you around in a circle. "Missed you munchkin." He grinned as he cupped your cheek with his hand. You swatted his hand away. "Don't call me that. Hey Timmy!" You greeted McGee and gave him a big hug. You Father huffed and said hello to Abbey, who hugged him.

"Want some lunch, Y/N?" Tony asked you, and you nodded furiously. Your stomach had not stopped growling for an hour! "Great. Let's go."

He swung his arm around you as you stepped into the elevator. You sighed happily. Maybe you did miss your Dad after all.