Life of NCIS Teens

Friendships and Life as a Teenager

Dear diary (maybe I should give you a proper name?),

I don't know how that could've happened. Friends weren't supposed to do what we had just done. Not when they were basically raised like brother and sister. Not when they actually knew everything about each other. Especially not when it would possibly ruin their whole friendship and affect not only their lives but every other people's lives they were close to. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

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We were at my parents' 15th anniversary party, in our backyard where we have all of our bigger partys if the weather plays along. This year, however, my dad Nick and my honorary grandpa Gibbs had built a beautiful white pavilion and we had placed some round tables around it. I had helped my mother decorating the tables and putting some of our colourful lights up in the trees. Watching my mum and dad dance in the new pavilion reminded me every time that true love actually does exist. They definitely have it. The way my dad looks at her even when she doesn't see it says enough. Whenever my dad says something silly or tries to tease her, she can't even pretend to be angry with him. For about five minutes she keeps a straight face but eventually she gives in and kisses him on the cheek before saying something into his ear. Once, I've asked her why she can't be mad at him for long. Duh, isn't she sometimes annoyed with him and his bad jokes and constant teasing? I am for sure. My mother Ellie just replied that they'd wasted too much time, before I was born, not telling each other how they felt. And now that they'd been together for over 15 years she didn't see sense in being mad at him for something that in the end didn't matter that much anyway. Besides, she actually loved his pranks. That is to say, my parents did fight sometimes - especially when mum thought that dad had given in on me too easy again. After all these years, they're still madly in love with each other but 'having no quarrels at all would be unhealthy, baby girl' as my father usually puts it.

My parents are federal agents at NCIS together with my uncle Tim and my grandpa Gibbs and his wife, though grandpa's already retired. Uncle Tim and his wife, my aunt Delilah (although biologically they're of course not related to me) came to the party with their two children, Johnny and Morgan. Both were literally my favorite people in the whole world, besides my parents - but don't tell anyone. Although they're almost two years older than me, we do everything together - high school, homework, hanging out before and after school. Our parents even had to build us a treehouse in my backyard together. We had bagged and bagged until they'd finally given in and with my grandpa's help had built a beautiful treehouse, big enough so we would be able to use it as we grew older and taller, too. To be honest though, Gibbs did most of the work. If he hadn't been an agent, he'd definitely have made a great career as a carpenter. His basement is full of stuff he built by himself. Especially when he was mad or stressed about something, he would go downstairs and build a boat or something...

After dinner in our garden, Johnny, Morgan and I climbed up the ladder to our treehouse to be for ourselves a bit. Even though we're sixteen and almost eighteen now we still hang out here a lot. Up high in the trees it's just so peaceful and all your worries seem so small. But things have changed since we first climbed up the now slowly rotten ladder to 'our castle in the trees'. Morgan, who used to have dark blonde hair and had always a tooth gap because she fell of some tree or hurt herself riding her bike against their neighbour's fence, recently dyed her hair partially. Now she has bright pink and violet highlights. Needless to say, uncle Tim didn't like it. Her mum liked it but she didn't want to offend her husband's protectiveness. Apparently he had mumbled something like: "My little girl can't walk around like that...Next time she'll get herself a tattoo. That'll be the end!" Tim is a really great father, I think, but he can be a little bit overprotective, especially towards Morgan. But eventually, Delilah had managed to talk him down reminding him that 1) their friend Abby has tattoos as well and he never minded those and 2) kids 'our age' had to experiment with their appearance or something. Don't know, maybe she got that from one of these 'Surviving through puberty' - books they sell at the local bookstore. My aunt was always able to persuade him, he just couldn't say 'no' to her. That's how Morgan got her father to agree letting her go out on her first proper date when she was fifteen. What a struggle! It's a mighty good thing he doesn't know about Mo's plan on dating our new quarterback, then. I bet he'd pull a full background check on him. Hell, my dad definitely would.