This is my first NCIS fic, so please be gentle... Please tell me if there are any mistakes, grammar or characterization wise. Also, I would very much like to hear any comments you meant have on this. Please forgive the shortness of it.
NCIS does not belong to me, at all.
Dear Jethro...
The two sole words of Jenny's letter resounded in his head. It seemed as if it was just yesterday that she had been alive and in charge of NCIS. Gibbs looked out by the office's large windows, where storm clouds covered the sky and blocked the light of the moon and stars. It was only now, days after her death, that the sky had decided to cry, even if Gibbs couldn't. Not for Jenny, nor Kate before her, nor Shannon before them. All four had been killed when he had been supposed to protect them, and he had failed his duty. He had taken his revenge, yes, against Svetlana, Ari, and the Mexican sniper, but, truthfully, it had not helped. The pain still remained.
And who would be next to die? He asked himself. Tony, Abby, Ziva, McGee…? Ducky, Palmer?
He passionately hoped that none of them would be the next victim of Fate's cruel game. Gibbs could not help them now. Tony was aboard the USS Ronald Reagan, Ziva forced to return to Israel, and McGee was now in the Cyber Crimes unit. The three others were still close, and it was only Palmer who was in danger of being fired, as Abby and Ducky were to important to the agency, and Vance could not lose them, although Abby would most likely threaten to quit multiple times before the team was back together.
He glanced at the three folders that had been tossed carelessly over the surface of his desk. His new team. The team to whom he would do whatever it took to have his own back.
Gibbs looked at the folders with sad, tired eyes, but he no longer saw them. His vision had been clouded by the tears that now accumulated in his eyes. Swiftly, he wiped them away. The agent had hidden his grief in front of the others, and even now, when he was alone in the big room, he felt as if he couldn't show even a moment of weakness.
He was an idiot like that.
Gibbs brought his coffee cup to his lips, only to find it empty. Muttering swears under his breath, he tossed the disposable container into the garbage can next to his desk and pulled on his coat.
As he walked towards the elevator, he paused at the window, and watched the rain fall for a minute, without really seeing. His thoughts were full of a woman with hair of red and eyes of blue…
Without really noticing what he was doing, and yet still fully knowing, he lifted his right hand and saluted.
"Semper Fi, Jen," he said, then turned away and disappeared into the elevator.