I do not own NCIS or the song Hurry Home by Jason Michael Carrol.
The song lyrics are in italics, and I did not use the entire song. I hope you enjoy, reviews are appreciated and I will respond to each one. Thanks for reading
It had been 3 days since the plane left the landing strip short one passenger. Since then every time his phone would ring his face would light up, followed quickly by a sad smile when he realized it wasn't her. She was still pissed, there was no way she would be calling him. He got to the point where he didn't ,
It doesn't matter what we've done, I still love you.
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home.
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do.
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home.
When he walked into his apartment one week later he had a message, it played,
"I miss her too, we will find her, and she will come home."
He reluctantly decided not to return the phone call, he just wasn't in the mood for the positive attitude. He just wanted to sit alone until she called.
Another week had passed and he wasn't getting any better. He was aging from lack of sleep and walking around constantly in a daze. Every night he went home, checked his messages and heard
It doesn't matter what we've done, I still love you.
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home.
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do.
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home.
And every night was the same, no message.
A month had now passed and people had started to talk
"It looks like she might not be coming back" Was one common phrase he heard another was
"Don't you think its time to take that old message off?"
Every time he responded "No, you never know when she might call"
The pain had taken over her, bruised covered her skin. But she was alive, alive and walking out of a hospital in Israel.
She had just been set free, she can't remember how it happened or why, all she knew was she was happy it did. The only thing on her mind was home, she wanted to go home to her family more than anything, but she was unsure if they would take her back.
She found a phone and dialed the number she still had committed to memory. After several rings she heard his voice, but it wasn't him, it was a machine. A tear rolled down her cheek as she listened.
It doesn't matter what we've done, I still love you.
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home.
And honey if it's you, we've got a lot of making up to do.
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home.
He walked into his apartment just in time to hear the end of the recording, followed by a quiet voice. His heart stopped when he heard the voice say
"Tony, I'm on my way"
