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Gibbs sat at his desk, staring at his family portrait. It had been so long since he had seen the love of his life and his gorgeous daughter. It was a mistake. Something that never should have happened. He could have prevented it. But he didn't.
Even though there was built up rage inside him, what he longed for most was to stroke their hair. Shannon's long, silky red mane, and Kelly's wispy, fuzzy mat. He had always loved redheads, probably because his mother was one. He couldn't quite pinpoint the origin of the fetish.
He remembered that there was a time when Kelly was just a baby, she got her first hair. Jethro had been hoping and praying that she would be a redhead. He would not love her any less if she wasn't, though. But when he saw the red hair that lingered just above her forehead, he shed a tear of joy.
It had been a long time since there was a baby in the house. Leroy absolutely adored babies. They were so innocent and loving. In their eyes there was no wrong in people, no reason to kill, no war. They just wanted to be loved. That's all they needed. He wished that that was the way that it could stay, but when the children turned into teenagers and teenagers into adults, all that changed. There was a sudden hatred that came amongst them. They needed a match to light the fire of their hate, and unfortunately that was usually someone innocent.
And then there was the deaths of the people that were only trying to help, like the death of Special Agent Kate Todd. The memory of that grim day on the rooftop still haunted him and his team alike. But there was no way of stopping the bullet that Ari shot out so violently, so filled with hate. Just another reason that Gibbs loved babies.
This is going to be a series about the memories of Gibbs. Some will be of Shannon and Kelly, others of life in the Marines, and some at the present day NCIS. Leave suggestions, and PLEASE review. I need reviews TO LIVEEE!