The Story of Robin Jackson Gibbs (An NCIS FanFic)

Chapter 20: Hometown Pt. 2

The next morning we all ate breakfast together at the house then headed off to the store. Today I had to wear my glasses, because my contacts started bothering me and I didn't think to bring another pair of them. It was still pretty early and Tim and Ziva hasn't shown up yet. The three of us sat at the table in the store. Grandpa and Dad drank coffee and read a newspaper as I looked through the news on my phone.

Dad takes a sip of his coffee. "It's good coffee." He said.

"I know." Grandpa replied.

Tim and Ziva then walked into the store.

"Morning, Gibbs. Gibbses." Tim said.

I looked up at them. "Morning guys. Sleep well?" I asked.

They nodded.

"Corporal LaCombe briefly regained consciousness, but, uh, he has no memory of the attack." Tim said.

"Tony's trying to secure a court order for the Winslow family. To take blood samples, financial records." Ziva said.

"Who is this Tony?" Grandpa asked.

"He will be driving up this afternoon." Ziva replied.

"So, how's it go? You line up people you don't like and make 'em give you blood?" Grandpa asked.

"It's not personal." Dad replied.

"Sure, it is. One of those guys put that kid in the hospital killed his friend." Grandpa said.

"Yeah, and you know this how?" Dad asked.

"I can feel it. Feelings. That sounds personal to me." Grandpa replied.

"I do this for a living." Dad said.

"Some living. Just to let you feel superior to everybody else." Grandpa said.

"What do you want me to do?" Dad asked looking at Grandpa as he looked back at him.

"Why do you say you think they're responsible? How about getting some more evidence first? How about that? How about DNA? I thought everything was DNA now." Grandpa asked.

They stare at each other a moment.

"Ziva, McGee, go down to the mine and look through the trash to find something that would have DNA." Dad ordered.

"Sure, Boss." Tim said.

Ziva and Tim leave the store and headed to the mine.

It's now around lunchtime and I was sorting out some things in the back of the store for Grandpa. I come back out into the front of the store to see Dad stamping prices on some stuff and Grandpa working the counter.

"All finished." I said.

"Thank you, Robin. I appreciate it." Grandpa said as I sat down at the table. "You know, I also appreciate you two making the effort not to tear the town apart. You give people a chance, they might surprise you." He added.

"That's what worries me." Dad said.

"Tell me about this investigator thing of yours. We haven't talked since you started it. It's a $1.75 in fact, we haven't talked since the funeral." Grandpa said as he walked over to me and Dad. "I adored that wife of yours. And I adored that child as well as this one right here." He pats me on the shoulder. "Always figured it was Shannon that sent me the Christmas cards." He said.