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Spoilers for Willoughby. This is a Clayton/Bishop friendship short clip.
This has no beta so all mistakes are mine, purely an emotional release
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It was cloudy, raining, all out miserable and he was glad for it.
Kaseem's funeral. Bloody hell.
Ellie had been the one to have to pull the plug. He couldn't imagine how hard that must have been for her or pretend to understand. He only knew that he could be here for her, for them, the people that had been there for him.
MI-6 wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy group so he was still adapting. Hell, he'd even followed orders to sit at a damn desk.
He stood next to them at the grave site. Abby crushed but in full regalia…McGee, stoic but strong, Quinn, well just Quinn, Torres looking like a fish out of water, Ducky the best man with the worst job and Gibbs…well no words needed. He felt out of place, amongst this family, like an outsider.
When they lowered the casket and the last words had been said, he moved to leave but felt a hand on his arm and turned his head. Ellie stood looking at him intently.
"Yes?"
"I want to be your person." Ellie said as she handed him a piece of paper.
"What?" he asked, wondering where this was going.
"I'm going to be your person. I filled out a new form for you. I'm your new emergency contact." She said it matter of fact leaving no room for discussion or question.
He looked down at the paper, seeing Eleanor Bishop listed as his emergency contact where before he had put himself. It wasn't like he'd had any options. Old foster families weren't exactly jumping at the bit to be on the hook for anything where he had come from.
Blinking he just looked at her. She had just lost the man she loved, had been worried about him and now was offering as she so put "to be his person". He lowered his head as something swelled inside of him, fighting back the urge to cry and silently thanking the rain in case he did.
He didn't think he'd felt this before, this feeling. It was like he had told Gibbs at his house. They were people who had people, family. They didn't belong doing suicide missions…those were meant for people like himself.
Only right now he didn't feel like that. He felt, well, like he mattered…maybe even more. That feeling sat in his chest not knowing where to go as it was so foreign.
Eleanor squeezed his shoulder, imploring him to say something with her eyes.
One day he would give her more, tell her how much this meant to him, but for now he could only pull her close and hug her. That didn't stop him from closing his eyes and trying so very hard to think about everything good.
"Thank you." He whispered.