Your name is Jethro.
Although I'm still calling you Boss. You were a marine once. You lived up to your eternal motto, "Semper fi". You had your rules, your codes, and we all learned to follow them no matter what.
Like I said, you were a marine. You had a wife, Shannon, and a daughter, Kelly. I found some pictures in your desk drawer. The three of you seemed so happy. Then one day while you were on the field, someone killed them. Man, that must have been so hard for you. I don't think I'd be able to cope if that happened to me. But you did. You became an NCIS agent, a damn good one at that. Then you married three other women, but that's not your best accomplishment.
I remember the first time we met. I was a cop in Baltimore. My co-workers used to call me Riggs because I didn't follow rules, I just went on instinct. But you liked that about me. Hell, it's why you hired me, and I joined Ducky and Abby in your team. Then came McGee, Kate and Ziva. Not to mention Jenny, our favorite director. I still miss them you know, Jenny and Kate. Since they died on the field… I don't know, sometimes it makes me wonder if it's really worth it. And then there's Ziva, who chose to stay in Israel. None of us has heard from her since. I really hope she's okay.
Even after all that we managed to get back on our feet and move on. And one day, after many years, some idiot put a bomb in the building. Eight dead and no less than twenty-five wounded. I managed to get McGee out, and I met Abby and Ducky outside. All of us had walked out almost unharmed. But you were nowhere to be seen. That's when I went back in and I found you. You were in a really bad shape, and I really feared the worst when I saw you. But you know the rule: leave no man behind, dead or alive.
Your name is Jethro. Although I still call you Boss. I know it's been a long time since I last came to see you. I've been so busy with the job. Abby came yesterday, and Ducky the day before. I think McGee plans on coming tomorrow. It makes me sad to see only your team comes to see you now. Mike stopped coming a few years ago. He had a cancer, remember? I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but he died last week. He said to say hi to the probie. You really don't get much visit now, especially since your memory went away.
It really hurt to hear that the Great Special Agent Gibbs is barely even able to remember his own name. But I made you a promise. I said I'd take care of the team for you and I will. We're doing quite good, you know. I'll never be as good a Boss as you were, but I swear I'm doing my best. And as long as we're a team, you're still our Boss. And as long as you're our Boss, we'll make you remember your own life.
Your name is Jethro. Although I'm still calling you Boss. You were a marine once. You lived up to your eternal motto…
Semper fi.