Author's Note: Hello Everbody! This is my first shot at fanfiction. I would really appreciate reviews and any constructive critisism. I'm going to try and keep the characters in character as much as possible. I really hope you Jibbs fans out there enjoy this story.
***Disclaimer***
I do NOT own NCIS or its characters. This is simply me and my wishful thinking for a happy ending.
He took the jar of the nails and dumped them on the work bench in front of him. He pulled out the bottle of bourbon and filled the make-shift glass. His ice blue eyes stared at the unfinished letter lying next to the scattered hardware. "Dear Jethro"was all it said. He emptied the bourbon down his throat refilled the jar. This had been his routine for the last year. Any night he wasn't working on a case he sat in his basement, working on the boat, and finishing the letter in his head. Next thing he knew, the previously full bottle of liquor sat half emptied. "What were you trying to tell me, Jen?"
"That a young agent in love made a mistake that this former director has regretted every day."
"I never…" He started to answer an dthen slowly, very slowly, turned his head toward the dark staircase. He had tried to rationalize the familiar figure stopped on the bottom stair. He had drunk half a bottle of bourbon after all.
"Hello Jethro." Her red hair was longer now, below her shoulders, just about the same length as it was in Paris. "I never thought I'd live to see Leroy Jethro Gibbs shocked, though I guess since there is a death certificate with my name on it, technically I didn't. Say something?"
"Jen?" He turned his head away ashamed that he let his drunken hallucination get the best of him, even for a second, and turned his head away. "Get a hold of yourself Jethro," He scolded himself and added a head slap for good measure. He walked over and once again emptied his glass and sat down on an old stool. "She has been dead for a year, you saw the blood, you saw the body bag, and you talked to Franks. She isn't coming back." He closed his eyes and turned his head back toward the stairs before opening them.
"It's really me Jethro," She smiled, "What does your gut tell you?"
He stood up and walked over to her, "That if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up," and with that he kissed her.