DISCLAIMER: DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ITS CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR RIVER DINOZZO
TITLE: BYE BYE
SUMMARY: To River Anthony DiNozzo, his world changed forever when Jenny Shepard died. Can he face the challenging future ahead? Can he found a way to move on and say bye bye? ~Part of NCIS series River's Chronicle~
A/N: The song will be broken up into parts, every couple of lines of the song will be accompanied by a story that shows a certain event or memory that relates to the lyrics shown at the beginning of each story. Enjoy! And feedback is much appreciated. The song used is "Bye Bye" by Mariah Carey.
This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say Bye
River Anthony DiNozzo sat numbly and silently as the priest spoke his words. He still hadn't really comprehended what was happening around him. His mind had staunchly refused to accept the fact that Jenny Shepard was dead, killed in a shoot-out that never should have happened. He couldn't wrap his brain around the situation. Why would his beloved aunt walk into a deathtrap like that? Why would she leave without telling anyone why?
He pointedly avoided looking at the casket. If he didn't see it, then he could pretend this was all just a nightmare, that at any moment he could wake up from it and find his Aunt Jen with a cup of hot chocolate and a soothing voice to calm him. But no matter how much his mind wanted to avoid it, in his heart, he knew she could never come back. He knew that once again, the harshness of reality had come knocking on the doorstep. The lives they had weren't safe and death could strike at anytime.
As he finally let his green eyes fall upon the smooth brown casket in which laid the body of someone so precious to him, River knew he had no other choice than to say goodbye, but he didn't want to. He wanted things to go back to the way it used to be, he wanted Aunt Jenny to be alive and smiling, he wanted to see her and Gramps bantering. He didn't want to say goodbye.
