A/N: Hey again, guys! Okay, so I know this fic was kind of on hold for a few months, and that was mostly due to my lack of reviews for chapter 10. I got one review in over two months, and that was from my beta. That kind of hurt, guys…

But, I've decided to get past that and write this again. This fic is my baby and I love it!

So, originally, there was supposed to be a different chapter 11, one written by gibby101, but she's been so busy with school and her own life (of which I have none) and work, that she hasn't written it yet (or she has and she just hasn't told me). But maybe that will be up at a later date. This chapter follows where the last chapter left off, it'll start the day Will goes back to school.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or anything affiliated with it. Anything recognizable isn't mine. I only own Will. Kate Gibbs belongs to gibby101.

"Hey, Will, you feel good enough to go back to school today?" Abby asked me, opening my bedroom door early on Friday morning. "Hey, your face looks better today."

My face had blown up considerably on Wednesday afternoon after I got hit. I didn't have a concussion, but the team still wanted to hurt him. Kate had joked that I looked like someone backed up into me with a truck and on Wednesday, it had definitely felt that way. My left eye was blackened and my nose was fractured.

When we'd gotten back to NCIS that day, Gibbs called Ducky up to check me out and he said right off the bat that my nose was at least fractured. We'd gone down to the morgue, where his x-ray machine was, and he had me lie down on Table One and he'd done a quick x-ray of my face. There was a hairline fracture, but other than that I was fine. We kept it iced for the right amount of time and Kate and I hung out in the Bull Pen and played cards and stuff till it was time to leave.

When Abby, Tim, and I got back to Abby's and my apartment, we all changed out of our work/school clothes and Tim ordered a pizza. That's when I remembered that I had some homework.

"Abby, I have some stuff for you to sign. Like, expectation sheets and stuff for teachers and some stuff for the office," I told her.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"My backpack in my room," I said, going to get up, but she stopped me.

"Stay put. I'll get your bag and you can get the papers," she told me. She'd been really careful around me all day, getting up to get me stuff so I wouldn't have to and making sure either Tim or Tony went with me when I had to use the head. Abby didn't deal with injuries well, especially in the past few years. I didn't blame her for that, but she was being a little over-bearing today.

When she came back with my backpack, I took out at least ten different pieces of paper for her to sign and handed her a pen. She just started signing them without even reading them.

"Abs, aren't you supposed to read them?" I asked.

"They all basically say the same thing: this is what our class is like and what we expect from our students. Blah blah blah. I had the same things back when I was in school. It's nothing special," she said.

I smiled. I was looking forward to school tomorrow, since I'd missed yesterday because everyone was paranoid. Abby had even suggested that I switch schools, but I declined. I wasn't afraid of Reece, he just hated me and I could live with that. He'd probably be around until we graduated high school, since we'd probably both be going to the same one. Abby had already decided to send me there and his brother went there now, so there was a good chance he'd be there as well.

She finished signing the papers and handed them all back to me in a big pile. "Thanks," I said.

When I got out of bed on Friday morning, I threw a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt on, not really caring how I looked. It was Friday, too, and Friday was my strict no-jeans day, unless it was really important.

When Abby dropped me off in front of the school, I walked in quickly and went to homeroom, not stopping to talk or go to my locker. I sat down in the same seat as I had two days ago and enjoyed the silence. Ms. Gibson walked in a few minutes later and looked surprised to see me sitting there.

"Will, how are you? I heard what happened on Wednesday and I couldn't believe it!" she said, looking at me like I might disappear.

"I'm okay. The doctor told me I didn't have a concussion and there's only a hairline fracture on my nose. The swelling went down a bit," I told her.

"Well, that's good, I guess. Reece won't be back until Monday, so you have a day without him. I can't believe that happened on the first day of school. What happened?" she asked.

"He just said something about Kellie not being there, in gym, to protect me and then I said he wasn't a scary bully and then he punched me," I recounted for her.

Ms. Gibson tried not to laugh, but had a little difficulty. "He's so different than his brother. I had Chad when he came through here a few years ago. Nice kid."

"Yeah that's what my friend Kate said. Did you ever have a Kate Gibbs?" I asked her.

"I did! It would have been the year before last, right?" I nodded. "How do you know her?"

"My sister and her father work together. The two of us are practically brother and sister," I said, smiling.

"Tell her I say hi, will you?" she asked. I nodded and then the bell rang and the rest of the kids came into the room.

When I got to first period, Quinn looked surprised to see me. "Will! I heard what happened! Are you alright? Got a nice shiner," he said. "Way to stand up to Reece."

I smiled despite myself. Everybody started talking to me at once after that.

"How hard did he hit you?"

"What did you say?"

"Are you alright?"

"I heard you had to go to the hospital."

It went on for a few minutes until Mr. Peters walked in and said, "Alright, everybody, settle down!" the class quieted and everyone went back to their seats. Then he took attendance, which is always boring. When he got to my name, he looked up at me and said, "I heard you were in a fight on Wednesday with Reece Montgomery. You okay?"

Everyone turned to look at me as I answered, "Yeah, I'm okay."

After that, the class was pretty normal. Mr. Peters didn't mention the first day of school again and everyone was so busy with the class work that it wasn't brought up again.

In English, the same kind of ambush happened; apparently it was the talk of the school, and now I was back to tell my side of the story. Mr. McCoy was having none of it, though, and when he walked in he commanded the room. He talked for the next thirty five minutes, just like he had on the first day of school. I found his lectures about books kind of interesting, though nobody else seemed to. I'd always liked books and so did McCoy, so he didn't really bore me.

After class, he asked me to stay for a second. "How are you doing, Will?" he asked, sitting behind his desk while I stood in front of it.

"I'm okay, I guess," I told him.

"I'm sorry about what happened on Wednesday. I was shocked to hear it really. I don't really know you, but you seem like a nice kid. You didn't miss much in here, I pretty much just talked more about the books we're going to cover this year," he told me.

I just nodded, not really having anything to say. Luckily, McCoy kept talking. "I was reviewing your transcripts, because I'd only just gotten them on Thursday and I was very impressed. Skipping the sixth grade. That's pretty big. I bet your parents are very proud."

I winced a little when he said that last part, but I just nodded and said, "Yeah, my sister's really happy for me. She always said I had potential."

"Alright, well, I just wanted to say that and I'm sorry you didn't have the best first day." The bell rang then, interrupting him. "Oh, I'll write you a pass for your next class. Where are you going?" he asked me.

I'd been really bored yesterday, so I'd memorized my schedule. "Computers," I told him.

McCoy scribbled out a pass and handed it to me. "Have a good day, Will."

"Thanks," I said and walked out the door.

When I got upstairs, I handed Mr. Griffith my pass, put my things down, and headed to my seat next to Kellie, where I'd sat two days before. Her face lit up when she saw me.

"Hi," she said as I sat down. "How's the eye?"

"I'm okay. It looks worse than it actually is," I told her. Today, Kellie was dressed similarly to me, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, though hers was blue and mine was black.

"I couldn't believe it when I'd heard and when I stopped at the nurse's office on my way out, she said that your sister had already picked you up. I felt so bad. And then I heard from Jesse, who was in that class, that Reece had said something about me not being there to defend you in gym, which eventually led to Reece hitting you. I'm so sorry," she told me in a rush, not seeming to get the words out fast enough.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault. I kinda provoked him, not enough for him to hit me, I thought anyway, but I pushed back. It was partially my fault. But none of it was your fault," I told her.

We had to stop our conversation because Mr. Griffith insisted on using almost every last second of class time that he could in the quarter that he had us.

After computers, science went by in a flash and before I knew it, I was walking to Spanish. Surprisingly, it was easier today. Joel said a quick hello to me before Ms. Cortez got the class started. Ziva had offered to help me with the class if I ever needed it because she was fluent in Spanish, as well as like nine other languages.

When we all went down to lunch, I sat with the same group of friends I had on Wednesday and I recounted the story for them. They'd all heard it, but they wanted the first-hand account. After that, we all just talked until it was time to go back to fifth period.

Math and SSR, which I had on Tuesdays and Fridays, went by quickly as well and, before I knew it, school was over and I was walking out to Tony's car and sliding into the back seat.

"Hey, you lasted a day without getting a black eye! Good job!" Kate joked as we drove to headquarters.

I stuck my tongue out at her and she did right back at me. "In my defense, it wasn't my fault."

"That's what they all say," she told me.

"Bet your father would love that excuse if a kid ever hit you," Tony said to Kate. We all laughed, knowing Gibbs would take it way too far. Abby had stopped him from going after Reece, but Jenny probably wouldn't have won that battle if it had been Kate.

"I don't wanna see dad if he's ever that angry," Kate said.

"Your father is not a man to piss off. When he's in a mood like that… I envy the guy on the other side, good or bad. It's usually bad, because you don't get t feel the wrath of Leroy Jethro Gibbs unless you do something bad," Tony said.

"Like that time you got the Plague and almost gave it to me and Kate Todd?" Kate asked, smiling.

"Gibbs was mad at a lot of people that day… Not necessarily me. Pretty much at the bit- lady who sent it to us," Tony said, catching himself before he said the word that Kate and I both knew anyway.

"He was mad at first. You did open the envelope…" Kate pointed out. "With me standing right there."

"That was circumstantial! It wasn't my fault you were at my desk instead of McGeek's or your father's," Tony said.

"Okay, you can have that one. But you did open it, after snatching it out of Kate's hand," Kate said.

"Look, guilty as charged, okay? But it wasn't my fault that that lady tried to kill us," Tony said.

"Okay, it's a tie, guys. Really? We're gonna debate something that happened a year ago?" I asked.

"Yes," they both answered.

A/N: Okay, guys, what did you think? So, I started writing this in early November, but then I stopped for some reason until tonight (1-27-11). I came into my room, sat down, and told myself that I was going to finish this chapter. An hour later I was done. This is kind of a filler chapter and not much exciting happens in it, but something will soon! I promise!

Please review!

I got one review for the last chapter and that was why I gave up writing this for months! I like this story line and I want to write more, but I can't do that if I'm not motivated! Please just say something! A few words! Favorite line! Anything! Thanks guys!