I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OF NCIS. THIS IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT. I have seen this type of story before and I wanted to give it a shot. It is to the song "More Than A Memory" by Garth Brooks. It does not contain the whole song just picked out lines. Please enjoy and review.
Gibbs has always been the leader of the pack. Seen by his peers as a man's man. But there is another side to this figure head.
People say she's only in my head-Gonna take time but I'll forget
Few know of his wife Shannon. Gibbs was a husband. Few know of his daughter Kelly. Gibbs was a father.
Though Gibbs was a husband and father, he still is. Family is always at home.
Walking through the house the walls sing with their voices. Silently he can hear Shannon in the kitchen and Kelly playing outside like they had never seen the light.
"Gibbs…"
"Daddy…"
The voices were drifting through the house, following him.
He closed his eyes.
"Shannon, I miss you. Kelly, oh Kelly…" he couldn't finish the sentence in his thoughts. Staring at his flask after indulging in his first taste tonight.
"I miss you girls…"
When you're finding things to do not to fall asleep
'Cause you know she'll be there in your dreams
He headed down the hall, turned left and stood at the door in front of him. Hesitant, he turned the knob and entered. Walked down the descending steps in onto the comfort of the cold cement. This is the space he spends most of the time, hiding from the lingering voices. The basement. The boat. There is always a boat.
Its 0214 and still hasn't caught a wink of sleep. It had been a long day. The unexpected seems to be the normalness he liked. Kept him busy. He had come to expect the unexpected on job. Like: service men meeting their demise at the hands of someone else. But today, something was different. He is missing his loved ones. Anything reminds him of them, smells, laughter, kids playing in the park, music, they loved music.
He picked up the 120-grit sandpaper and started his evening ritual. There is nothing else, besides his bourbon that lulls him into a relaxed state, as if he could ever really relax.
The basement may provide some sort of self-sanctuary but his thoughts never escape him.
With each stroke, with the grain of the wood is important, he glares off into the corner near the stairs, drifting away.
"Gibbs, It is late… come to bed honey."
That's when she's more than a memory
Shaking it off. Her voice is a delight when lost on his boat.
"I'm coming Shannon," he said aloud with his head down. "I will be there in a minute."
'Cause when you're talking out loud to nothing but air
You look like hell and you just don't care
You're drinking more than you ever drank
He took another swig of his bourbon.
Then you find yourself falling on your knees
Shaking your fist, begging "please"
He sat down on his still unfinished boat, almost as if he collapsed. Head down.
"Daddy…" said a little soft voice.
He lifted his head.
That's when she's
More than a memory
His eyes started to tear up as he walked ever so slowly up the stairs. A little drunk.
People say she's only in my head
Shannon isn't here. Kelly isn't here.
Gonna take time but I'll forget
It's been 20 years.
But when she's in every minute of every day
Every thought I think
Every breath I take
She's everywhere and she's everything
She's more than a memory
He finally laid his head on his pillow.
Closed his eyes.
Fell asleep.
"You should have gotten here sooner honey, Kelly came into the room looking for you, she said to tell you 'Goodnight Daddy,' and that she loves you."
A smile came across his face.
They are more than a memory.
The End
