Disclaimer: I do not own the right to any of the characters in NCIS. This is a one-off about Gibb`s Alarm clock.
Alarm Of The Past.
I am under the boat. No, I am not over there, I am over here! Here! Under your boat. Beside the spanner with the rose on the handle. Are you even listening to me? I am over here. Use me. You never use me. I want to be used. I feel neglected. I am like a puppy: you need to give me love and treat me well. You would never leave a puppy under a boat for years on end. I want to use my funky little ring. I want to sing out. You have silenced me for so many long years. I need to sing out.
You used to let me sing. You would set me every night and in the morning you would gently switch me off. When you were not there Shannon would use me. She was beautiful. She had a tiger`s heart and the hair to match. She was a gentle lamb. She gave me to you. You loved each other so much. It always filled me with happiness seeing you to together.
Then at the weekends, Kelly would come racing in to wake you up. She would keep at it and then I would sing to help her. Kelly was so bright and her face was a rosy rose. She would keep her hair swimming through the ocean of air beside her. Her eyes sparkled like two diamonds. She was your daughter.
I always thought you were the happiest family ever. You were my master. I would protect you as best as I could from sleeping in. Then you went off on a mission. Later Kelly and Shannon disappeared. They never came back. I was in the empty house for so long. The silence began to torture me. Then you came home. My master came home. Except you had changed. The world had changed and the master who left would never return. The daunting silence grinded you down. I was slung in a box with other pieces of furniture. Then one day you unpacked me. You left me under the boat.
I knew then Kelly and Shannon were never going to return. The joy and laughter which once ruled the home had left for good. Your basement may be part of your house but none of it is your home. You can`t move on, Jethro. It is not in your nature. You try but you end up losing everything because you remember. Yet you need to. It is the only way. I love you Jethro. I try to help you but when I sing it only reminds you of them.
I want to sing; I don`t want to hurt you. Yet every day grows harder. I`m losing energy. Master please save me from the silence. The parasites are consuming me. Master please save me! I need your help. Master, please...