A trip down memory lane
Another case, another drive.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sits in his car heading for the questioning of a witness.
He reminisces about times long gone, about an agent long lost.
She'd been the only one who'd ever got used to his driving. All the others had asked him to go slower, to drive more carefully. She hadn't. She had just accepted it.
Just like his addiction to coffee. She just went with it, never telling him to cut short on caffein. On the contrary, she had even started drinking more and more coffee herself.
He still misses her, though he would never admit that to anyone. He accepted Ziva as her replacement, but in his heart, nobody would ever be able to replace her.
He loved taking her with him to question a witness. By now, he prefers to go alone, because nobody's there who asks him to go slower, nobody's there who wants to force him to talk, nobody's there who interrupts his thoughts of her.
It is quiet. It is almost as if she was there by his side, looking out of the window, enjoying the silence as much as he does.
It's only she isn't there anymore and will never be again.