The disheveled teen stood on the doorstep backpack in hand and duffel at his feet, shoulders hunched against the chill in the damp air. Soggy bangs clung to his forehead as he stared up through them at Gibbs. "Walked from the bus station," he offered up in explanation as he was scrutinized head to foot. "Got kicked out cause I wanted to go to school."
Jethro was awake, of course, downstairs working on his boat when he heard the knock upstairs. When he answered the door, he saw the shaggy hair in the window, wondering who it was. But quickly realized when he opened the door. Kicked out because he wanted an education.. he’d kick the shit out of John if he saw him. “Come on.” He stepped aside to let him in.

















