Like Father, Like Daughter
You may question your fathers judgement on occasion, but no one…absolutely NO ONE…was allowed to question his integrity. Your father sat in a jail cell and for all you knew, they’d already cleaned out his desk. You could feel the ground practically melt away under your feet, fire being left in your wake as you found yourself storming into Leon Vance’s office, unannounced and uninvited.
“Y/n?” He asked, surprised.
“You. How dare you question my father on this! That girl would have died if it weren’t for him!” You glared at him, furious with him. He was one of your fathers close friends, even though he was his boss. They didn’t see eye to eye all the time but they trusted each other. Vance stepped closer to you, ready to defend himself, but you refused to let him speak as you continued to fiercely defend your father.
“No, you listen to me. My father may be a cranky old man some times, and his reasoning and judgement calls may seem so far off the beaten path you’d think you were halfway to China. But he has his reasons! A marines life is worth more to him than any badge. But he would never disobey a direct order. And if you think you can keep him locked up, you’re gonna have to go through me first!”
Vance raised his eyebrows, staring at the now 23 year old that he’d known for so long. You stared right back, giving him a stare that rivaled your fathers. He just chuckled and you couldn’t believe your ears. Everything you just said and this man was laughing at you. He spoke before you could.
“I know that. Which is why I’ve already settled the matter and Gibbs isn’t in any trouble,” he said, smirking at you. “He wasn’t ever in any trouble to begin with.”
“Excuse me?”
“It was a rouse.” You turned at the new voice to see your father standing there, all peachy keen. You raised your eyebrow.
“You didn’t think to tell me?”
“Well if I’da known you’d nearly kill Leon…” He smirked, eyebrow raised at you. You gave him a sheepish look.
“Well, Gibbs. There’s no doubt she’s your daughter. If she hadn’t killed me with her hands, that stare certainly almost did.”
The two men chuckled and your dad led you out of the office and down to the truck. He paused before cranking up the truck, looking at you.
“I’m a cranky old man?”
You blinked at him and then burst into laughter. He grinned, kissing your head. The two of you went to the diner and had a good dinner together. He took your hand, smiling gently at you.
“What?”
“You’re something else, kid,” He said, making you smile.
“Learned from the best.”
