Author's Note/Introduction:
Co-written with a sweet friend. We message each other about Tiva theories ALL the time, but were getting frustrated at the lack of fanfiction. With said lack of fanfiction, we were talking one night, and this was born. Each chapter is slightly connected, but overall it is a compilation of oneshots. Written in Bishop's P.O.V., each chapter will take you down memory lane, and show a new theory. We hope you enjoy! If you want to send us your theories to post, that'd be cool too!
Chapter 1: Can it be?
I was in the most peaceful of sleeps when I was startled by my phone ringing. Rolling over grumpily, I saw that it was none other then my boss, the infamous Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"Hello?" I groggily answered. Slowly, I began getting out of bed. A phone call from Gibbs in the middle of the night would mean I have to go in, and so I figured I might as well go ahead and get dressed. Something just didn't feel right though. Even though I had answered the phone, I was just getting radio silence. Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows and was about to hang up the phone when I heard heavy breathing.
"Gibbs?" I asked concerned.
"Bishop… I" He briefly replied, his voice holding a tone I had never heard before. I quickly finished throwing my clothes on, waiting on him to say something else. I was honestly getting worried, at this point, and was rushing to get out the door. By the time he replied, I was already halfway to my car.
"Get over here, ASAP. Don't tell anyone you're coming. Not even Torres. I'm at my house." He continued, only adding to the mystery. I pulled out of my apartment complex, figuring he had hung up. As I continued to his house, I was surprised to hear breathing through the phone. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Gibbs… what's going on?" I questioned, knowing that I was likely to be reprimanded later.
"Well… I have a visitor here. Someone you might want to meet." He explained. Now I was curious. Quickly, I glanced at my cars' clock.
"That's it? You want me to come over at 1am, to meet someone? Is everything okay?" I questioned again. I was really going to get it now.
"Yeah. That's it, everything's… okay." There was another moment of silence.
"Oh, and uh, Bishop? She says she wants her plant back." As the call ended, I could hear the smirk in his voice. I slammed on my brakes, my eyes wide in shock. Could it actually be? There was already reasonable doubt as to her death, and with both the mysterious note someone had left her, and the mysterious visitor in the hospital, I was pretty confident that she was already alive. While there were some doubts, it just didn't add up. But still… rumor had it that Gibbs had already been hallucinating this week. What if she was another hallucination? What if he was confused about the plant? And even more so, why the heck would she ditch her two-year-old? It's common knowledge that I don't have kids, but if I did, I can't imagine leaving my daughter for several years. Wait… she wouldn't. So, does that mean that she's been in Paris? If not, does the love of her life even know? Is he there too? Gibbs didn't seem to know, but she would've told him, right? Heck, even Gibbs might know and was just playing me. As I continued on to Gibbs, a million thoughts ran through my head. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but I was pretty confident that it has something to do with a certain Israeli.