Disclaimer: I sadly do NOT on NCIS, because I didn't have the money to buy it...
Alone
Snowflakes slowly fall from the sky, throwing gleaming streams like toys between them, 'til they landed.
Each one finds her way to the ground, sooner or later, to get to the thousand other who are already there, covering the land with a powdery snow layer and bury everything in white.
Except from the footprints, the footprints of only one person. But who comes to such a sad place on a beautiful winter's morning, on a sunny day of Christmas Eve?
Little snowflakes, but oh so perfect buildings land on the black coat, unnoticed of the person who's wearing it.
White clouds of frozen breaths hang in the air. Only witnesses of the past and the future. Fading, slowly in the cold, clear air of this winter's morning.
The quiet crunching of the slow footsteps echoed, become silent. Ice blue eyes look at a little hill, one of the few in this untouched fairytale.
The boughs of a tree throw their little, filigree shadow on the gleaming, snow white surface, still unnoticed.
Black leather gloves wipe away the snowflakes on the white marble right in front of the silver haired man, now showing gleaming letters.
Memories are the land
Were we can't be displaced of.
CAITLIN TODD
Beloved friend and agent
* 23.07.1975
+ 16.05.2004
With his thumb the man seemed to fondle the letters gently, freeing them from a thin piece of ice.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs kneels down, not caring about the cold snow that fills up in his black shoes, leaving wet and cold places around his ankle.
Snowflakes melting, so perfect but so fleeting, unrecoverable lost.
The first time, since the funeral of his agent 7 months ago, Special Agent Gibbs returns to the fresh grave. The first time since he lost another woman he loved to death.
Nobody knew. Sure, maybe Abby had divined something or maybe Kate had told her. What could you hide from Abs?
But Kate was the woman who tamed him again, took him from his boat and the dark basement and brought him back to life.
It was a punch, a punch in his face. He stood beside her, laughed and talked with her and then…
BANG!
Over. Her blood on his hands, on DiNozzo's face, a dark blow. Her eyes, so empty, so cold. Why did it come this far again?
Why did he let some crazy guy take the woman he loved again? He'd failed, failed again, like years ago.
Why did she have to die, instead of him? This question, this pain haunted him since the fateful day in May.
Why was she dead, why was he still living? He, who didn't deserve it anymore to live? They eyes still on the letters, the old looking man gets up and watches the land around him.
But his ice blue eyes always find their way back to his feet, to the metal letters on the white marble, to Caitlin, who was buried to his feet, finding her eternal peace, way to soon.
"Merry Christmas, Katie…"
Again you hear the footsteps in the snow, under the heavy movements of the silver haired Marine, getting lower, becoming silent again.
Only a single, red rose, laying on the snow in front of the gleaming letters, can tell from the lonely visit of Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
A/N: hope you enjoyed it. I really miss Kate... if you do, too, then review! XD