A/N: This is probably the shortest story I've ever written. In fact, it reminds me of one of the "World's Shortest Stories" - not my favorite, because I like the one called "Like Two Ships" - but you get the idea. Anyway, enjoy.
I don't own NCIS.
Her name was Delilah, and he loved her.
He loved her more than anything - she truly held his heart.
Every day he'd tell her of his love - a never ending love more powerful than life itself.
He had sworn, many times, that his world would end if he ever lost her.
Every day, he was the first thing she saw when she woke up, and the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes to sleep.
Every day was started and ended with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, accompanied by three words he'd never imagined himself speaking: I love you.
This day was no different than the days before; she was still the one he loved. She was still the one he never wanted to lose. He, in turn, remained her hero.
"Have a good day, honey, love you," the man said as he fixed the backpack on her shoulders and sent his daughter off to school.
