"Probably more from your mother than from me," Gibbs finished the last onion and added it to the bowl, and slid it over next to where Jaqueline was cooking. "Had to be level-headed and such," he stated. "You know, with the whole being a NCIS director and all."
He pointed to the knife and cutting board, now taking a moment to dab at the corner of his eyes with a paper towel and recover from the onion fumes. "Where are the tomatoes? I can get to dicing those."
Had she been anyone but his daughter --he was still growing accustomed to that reality-- he would have left the conversation about Drew to linger in the silence. But he still found his fatherly instincts kicking around in his head. "I guess that depends on how much he's like his father. If he's a lot like his father, I might have to keep a closer eye on him."