He Remembered
By; MissLizzymizzy
Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to Donald P. Bellisario.
Spoilers: Post Hiatus
Chapter One
He listen to the sound of the ice clinking in his glass. With a shaky hand he poured himself another drink. With each sip he hoped that the memory of her would leave his mind. Every night he would dream that he was with her. He was starting to wish that he had never left Washington.
He still couldn't remember every little detail of his past, but he still remembered her scent. That perfect mixer of roses and gunpowder. One sweet and one dangerous.
He remembered how soft her skin was, as his lips would caress her cheek. He loved how a bright smile would play across her face after he kissed her.
Her eyes would light up with joy and something that he was afraid to see at the time. He also remembered how sadness clouded her emerald green orbs when he left.
Guilt plagued him over abandoning his team, his family. He felt guilt because he left her.
Now he sat in a crummy cantina staring down at the bottom of his glass, wondering why in the hell he came to Mexico.
As he stood up and paid the tab he noticed a figure standing out on the beach.
The figure moved like a wraith in the moonlight. When the figure turned towards the cantina he spotted two pigtails flapping in the wind.
"Abby" Gibbs whispered.
He ran fast down the beach, trying to catch her.
"Abby!" He shouted.
Just before he reached her, his foot caught something in the sand and he crashed drunkenly onto the ground.
As he looked up to see her face he was shocked to find her gone. He turned around looking for some sign of her. There was none.
When his alcohol-dazed mine registered that what he saw was a hallucination, he fell back onto the sand sinking back into despair.
As the darkness of unconscious began to take hold of him, he vowed that he would return back to her.
Gibbs awoke to the sound of waves crashing on the shore and the hot sun blaring down on him. The more awake he became, the more aware he became of the pounding headache he had.
Opening his eyes he spotted Franks sitting next to him fishing.
"Morning Probie."
Gibbs just glared at Franks. He felt a stinging sensation on his legs. Looking down he discovered why. His legs were covered with abrasions.
The injury brought the images of last night back flying through his mind.
He shot up off the ground, ignoring the aches in his body.
Franks looked at Gibbs weird.
"Going somewhere Probie?"
"Home."
A/N: Well I hope you guys enjoy this. Please review.