A/N: Small note, this may not be as good as the last one because when I was writing that I had a specific outline, this I was trying to freehand and write myself. Any tips will be greatly appreciated as well as ways to make it better.

NCIS and all characters belong to Donald Bellisario and Belisarius Productions


Small touches by those who loved him.

From the boss who always asked a little too much, a ornately crafted, black polished wood casket, "You deserve the best."

From the friend who always gave him nicknames as a sign of affection, a copy of 'A List of 101 Nicknames' , "I had to get them from somewhere, well except the geeky ones Probie."

From the ex-assassin turned NCIS agent and friend, a picture of the two after they had been shoved into a fountain, clipped from a newspaper, "It was a time that always brought a smile to my face as I thought of it."

From the grieving lover, a black bouquet of rose accented with a single red rose in the middle, "You always were one of a kind."

As the minister finished the prayers and the crowd dispersed, Gibbs and Tony stepped up to the side of the gift laden casket with shovels in their hands. It wasn't stated in his will who he wanted to bury him, but they took it upon themselves to put their dear friend to piece.

Abby meanwhile was crying beneath her parasol as Ziva comforted her. The loss had hit her hardest of them all and she couldn't bear the fact of being without him. Unbeknownst to the grieving, from three rows back from the front, they were being watched.


"Hard isn't it?" Kate Todd asked as she stood next to a solemn Tim McGee, flanked by Ex Director Shepheard and former mentor Mike Franks. All four taken from life, all four reunited in death.

"If you need, you can say a last few words to Abby, Probie, you may be dead, but she will hear them on the wind." Franks murmured as he watched the dirt be thrown into the six foot deep hole.

McGee looked at Kate and Jenny who nodded his permission. Silently he walked up to Abby and she stiffened slightly, "She can't know I'm here. Can she?" Tim thought as she watched her look around.

"Abby, I wish I could say goodbye to you properly but I can't from where I'm at now. Go to my apartment and get Jethro, but while you are there I want you to pick up the Manuscript to Rock Hollow. There is a special note in there addressed for your eyes only. I love you Abby, and I will be watching over you from Heaven." Tim whispered into her ear as he felt the time to ascend come.

He kissed Abby softly on the cheek and returned to his position by the previous deceased. Jenny led the group to a set of shimmering stairs that led to the heavens...and then they were gone from the world they loved so dearly.


As the last of the dirt was being moved, Abby got the strangest feeling. She felt Tim. She knew it wasn't possible and no matter how much she tried to shake the feeling, it only intensified as she heard his voice on a light breeze, "I love you Abby, and I will be watching over you from Heaven."

She was about to spin around to the source of the voice when she felt a pair of familiar lips pressed to her cheek, then vanish. She looked around shocked but didn't see or feel anything or anyone.

"Are you okay Abby?" Ziva asked concerned. One second she was crying uncontrollably and now she is dry eyed and looking around hopefully and surprised.

Abby realized what it must have looked like and sheepishly grinned. Despite the somber surroundings and the man she loved being six feet below, she was happier and raring to go to Tim's apartment. "I thought I heard Tim but I guess I was wrong." She murmured as she put on a sad facade, even though inside she was bouncing with anticipation.

As Tony and Gibbs both uncharacteristically saluted the grave, Abby stepped up with Ziva and placed a single black rose on the headstone, and left with the group.


Again, this may not be as good as last time but any tips would be greatly appreciated. Please Read and Review.