Disclaimer_ I don't own NCIS, even though I wish I did.
A/N- I honestly don't know where this came from! I must listen to way too much sad music cause I seriously need to stop writing angst.
I hope this is ok, it's sad but hopefully not depressing!
Enjoy…
It's that …feeling…when you look at someone, truly look not see. Look deep into their eyes, read them and see that they've changed. The person that you once knew so well, the person whom you still love, will always love has changed. Changed so very much that you can see the person they once were slowly fading away. Them slowly becoming so much lesser of that person. It's that feeling, that you want to help… want them to know you're there, but…you know, in your heart, that it's been too long, that you're too far apart now. The trust that once bound your souls and hearts together is now just a worn out piece of thread ready to snap at any given moment. That you're too far apart, love was too long ago to help, or rather…believe you can help. Life is strange like that you see. Things can go from being perfect, to a shambles in simply a matter of minutes. Most of us can walk the path of life without problem, easily. But sometimes life puts oil on the path to make us slip up or puts a bolder in the way. Yet us, all of us, thanks to our human nature try to defeat them. The stronger ones do without a problem, they jump over the oil and walk around the boulder. But every now and again, there's too much oil or a too bigger bolder, so big even the strongest of us can't get past. When this happens, in reality its peoples walls being too strong.
When Jenny said she was fine Jethro knew better than to believe her. There hearts and souls may only be bound by a worn out piece of thread, but that piece of thread still held the memories of what they were before, of who they'd both once been. It held the ability for him to read her. And although her mouth was saying she was fine, her eyes were saying she wasn't. But that was all he got, no 'help me', or 'I need you', just 'I'm fine'. And it was her walls that was the oil and his pride and stubbornness that was the bolder. Because they both knew in their hearts too much time had passed.
She was sick. She knew it, and she knew he knew it. Her time was running out, every second was one less. She wanted nothing more than to grab onto that fraying, worn out thread and pull him close. She'd been to one to put the oil and bolder on their path back in Paris and now she knew it was her fault they were like this. But their past was too long ago, the thread was too thin, the oil too slippery and the bolder too big.
Sometimes, what we want the most in life is just too hard to get. The pain, the hurt, the heartbreak…sometimes it's all just inevitable, sometimes, no matter how hard we try or how deeply we want something, fate has it in for us. Jenny's time was running out, Gibbs could tell. But neither of them were the same as they were back in Paris. Their former selves had faded so much now and they weren't coming back any time soon.
Yet, no matter what happened, that thin, frayed, old, worn out thread that was only a fraction of what it had once been would always stay stronger than anything else. Why? For one reason, it held the memories of something so precious neither of them could bare to break the final tie with their former selves…
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