Sometimes Abby didn't understand. She didn't understand why people always left her. She had spent her whole life being an optimist. Being happy. She just didn't understand. Sometimes she would find herself questioning god asking: What did I do wrong? Why do you set my hopes up so high only for then to be shattered by pain? Why? Why was the question she always seemed to ask herself. The question she couldn't find an answer to. As she stood there in the rain looking at the gravestone she let herself ask the question again. Why?
Although it was raining she sat in the grass, just staring at the stone. Trying to find the answer, praying for the answer. Even as she heard the rumble of the thunder and saw the flashes of lightning around her she just stared until she finally had enough courage to ask the question she had been asking herself for months.
"Director, Jenny, Mom. Why did you leave? I mean everyone has to leave or chooses to leave or just leaves,but..." She started as the tears began running down her cheek. "You...you left and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I tried to remember the last word you said to me but I can't. All I remember is those clothes on my evidence table. Those bloody clothes that use to be yours. You know you always had a good sense of style." She looked down at her lap then back up at the tomb.
"You were so pretty I don't know why Gibbs didn't just snatch you up when he had the chance Mom.. I mean dad's stubborn but he could have... I mean... uh Well, since you been gone things haven't been the same. No one is there to save Tony from Gibbs stare because you were the only one who could get through to him. Besides me of course, I am his favorite. He told me so you know. There is no one to keep Ziva in perfect alignment because well, that was your job. Mcgee well he's doing all right I think he was just wishing he was there to protect you, that maybe if he was there you would still be alive. That you would still be here.
Abby was stalling her heart from saying exactly what she came there to stay. She was cold from the wind and the rain but she just couldn't stop talking. She couldn't stop crying.
"Gibbs I know he is hurting but you can't break his poker face. I know, I know he is hurting because I can see it in his eyes. He couldn't protect you." She sniffles a little and wipes away some of the rain drops of her face so she can see. She is soaked but doesn't seem to care.
"And me... You meant so much to me. You were my director when I need you to be. My friend when I wanted you to be and my Mom in general. You and Gibbs always trying to protect me when it was you who need protecting. I took all the moments we shared and took them for granted and I wish I could have them back. Anyhow it is Sunday and I really just wanted to say...Happy Mother's Day Mom and I really love you." Abby said while placing the now soaked roses on the grave while standing up to go. She held her head up high as Jenny would have expected and she took a step forward being embraced by someone's arms. Gibbs arms. Those warm strong comforting arms that were always there to save her and protect her. Daddy's arms.
He stroked his little girl's soaked hair as he let her cry in his arms. Rubbing her back in soothing circles.
" I miss her Gibbs...I" Abby started
"Shh you're OK, I know Abbs I know. I miss her too" He looked her straight in the eye that he placed a kiss on her forehead took of his jacket and wrapped it around her. He picked his princess up in a cradle like style as he watched her shiver. As he took each step he promised Abby in his head. We will get through this Abbs, one step at a time I promise, I pinky promise.