This was inspired by Trent Kort's line in Broken Bird: "Someday they're going to put a plaque on this bench with both our names, Gibbs." This story is about, well, I'm sure you can guess. Short little oneshot. Enjoy.
Sometime in the distant future…
Tony, Ziva, McGee, Abby, Jimmy Palmer, and a few other agents gathered near the bench where one Leroy Jethro Gibbs was known to frequent. Only two agents had come from the CIA, but no one was trying to outdo one another.
"…and that is why we are here to dedicate this bench," Leon Vance concluded, holding up the plaque. It was small, just enough to be attached to the back, and read, On this bench sat LJ Gibbs and T. Kort. Where alliances were forged and demises put on hold.
Abby was crying, even though it had been several months since Gibbs had died. Tony and McGee each had an arm around her, and Ziva was leaning against Tony.
The plaque was attached, and only a few lingered. The last two stood there, breaths not clouding as the others' had done.
"Well, Kort, guess you were right," Gibbs said noncommittally. "They did put a plaque on this bench with our names on it."
The two old foes looked at each other and laughed, walking away and leaving their memory on the bench.
See what happens when you let a sleep-deprived person loose watching NCIS at eight at night? Sad I know, but story of my life. Please review?