AN: Will be a series if you would like
AN: Will be a series if you would like. Stemmed from "Last Words" series. This would be what each team member would do the night after they lose a member of the team. For example, I will start with the loss of Gibbs, and submit a story describing what I think each character would do the night of the day they lost him. After getting through each member, I'd move on to another character death and etc…
Please let me know your thoughts.
Anthony DiNozzo tried to slip the key into the lock four times before finally succeeding. He resisted the urge to slam his door shut and closed it softly. He tossed his bag under his front table and set his keys down. So far everything he'd done was routine, but he knew with everything in him, this night would be anything but that. He blinked his eyes furiously to try and lessen the blurriness the tears had caused. He swallowed hard and stood in the middle of his apartment, unsure of what came next. He started towards his bedroom and stopped. He started towards the kitchen and stopped. He started towards the laundry room and stopped.
"What's next boss?" He looked up and slowly let his hand hang low. "What now?"
And in the silence of that apartment, all that could be heard were the quiet sobs of a lost Anthony DiNozzo. What seemed like minutes had turned into hours and he finally made a choice. He turned around, lifted his bag from under the table, and grabbed his keys.
He tossed his bag beside his desk and placed his keys in the top drawer. He switched on his desk light and sat down slowly. He looked across the office at the darkness that surrounded him. He then retrieved his keys and slipped the smallest one into the drawer to his right. He pulled out the stacks of medals, grabbed his bag, and switched out his light. He then slowly paced over to the now empty desk across from him…
He set his bag down, un-holstered his weapon and placed it in the top drawer. He put the medals down and opened each of them one by one, lining them up across the front of the desk. He switched on the light and the tears in his eyes reflected off the medals…
He then reached for a few files and a pen. There was work to do. And Tony somehow felt that Gibbs would've been pleased. As he worked the remainder of that night, all he could think about was the next morning, and the one after that. He only hoped that he would somehow make Leroy Jethro Gibbs proud.