My name is Ella.
Most days I am fine with my existence.
Some days all I wish for is hands.
Why would I wish for this?
So I can write a book of all the things I've seen.
Why don't I have hands you ask?
I am the infamous NCIS elevator.
If I could write a book I would be rich in a week and
I could get the awesome gold plating I saw once in a service catalog.
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It early in the morning even by my standards. Jethro is here looking worn and weary. He shouldn't be here but then no one would listen to me, even if I had a voice.
As tired as he is, his back is ramrod straight and shoulders back.
I've only ever seen him slouch once and I won't go there... that was a very bad night, a bad day, that will forever cause sorrow in this building.
The one and only time I've seen Jethro slouch was the day Kate died. I heard him ask Tim and Tony if they where okay, if they needed anything and knew how off the man was.
I wished he would step back into my car and let out the anguish he couldn't show them.
He know I would never betray him. But he didn't and my heart broke for them all.