AN: Yes, I'm back. I've missed you all! I apologize for the lack of updates. But I hope these tags more than make up for the absence. It feels good to be writing them again. I have missed reading your comments and hope you'll continue to read as we come up on the Season Finale. Thanks for reading!
Gibbs: You have a beautiful daughter, Tobias.
And he didn't.
No secret there.
After he saw Fornell out, he had two choices.
Head to the couch to sleep or return to what his mother in law had deemed his "torture chamber?"
He wasn't sure which the better alternative was.
Turns out there was third choice.
He wasn't sure what got him there. The bourbon or sheer determination.
He found himself in a dusty bed room, pink walls, strawberry short cake bed spread, and a few dolls lined up beside each other.
Just as she had left them.
He sat down on the bed slowly, a cloud of dust stirring in the air. There were tears in his eyes now.
Must be the dust.
He took one of her dolls and set it up right. "Miss you baby girl." He managed through a choke in his throat.
Had to be the dust.
He awoke the next morning with swollen eyes, a doll curled up to his chest and an old familiar pain in his chest…
It wasn't the dust.