A/N: A little something I wrote after reading all the stories written Post-Twilight. I live in NZ so Twilight hasn't happened yet and Kate isn't dead. Besides that there is always a way to bring someone back, it tends to happen a lot with T.V.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; they are the property of DPB and CBS. No money is being made for their use.
Spoilers: Twilight, slightly.
The cold mist seeping gently into my skin, and the subtle rustling of the wind through the trees carries a strong message to me. A reminder of the fact that I am walking away in to the dark, away from the best things in my life.
Whether I return or not is still in the forefront of my mind, undecided, unknown. I want to stay, I really do, but I know until I make my final decision I have to leave. My heart is telling me one thing, my head another.
I reach the snow lined road and I sigh, turning towards the city.
My time has come, and I can only choose once.
The irony was quite amusing, the fact that I was attending my own funeral, sitting in the back, silent and disguised.
No one cried at my funeral, no one but me. I sat there watching my friends speak, with their red eyes and faltering voices, and before I knew it there was a single tear running down my face.
I watched Ducky speak first. In true style he reminisced, stories of my life flowing from him; and today, everyone had the time to stop and listen. I could hear the love and affection in his voice. He truly was a great friend. And of course, before he finished speaking Ducky had one more comment to make. One that made everyone that knew me smile. The caffeine level in my blood was high enough to turn most fully grown men into hyperactive three year olds.
McGee spoke about all the times I managed to scare him into silence, but just how much he had gained while working for me. He talked about how he had enjoyed the dynamics of the team, and would miss the way things had been. One of his favorite memories was the time he got back at Kate and Tony with the comment about my mysterious red head. That memory made me smile.
Tony talked about all the times I told him off, and how I always left him wondering as to why NCIS was where he ended up for the longest stretch of his career. He laughed as he said it was probably in the hope that he would one day work out how I knew all. That comment made me sigh, if only he knew…
Kate told everyone about our first encounter where we ousted the FBI, all the good times the team had, and how it felt weird to have no Gibbs to yell about everything. She even mentioned something about my caffeine dealer going out of business.
Abby went last, dressed entirely in black, as usual. She went and stood in front of my coffin and told everyone that she had one last gift for me. She gestured the others forward and when they stepped away I saw that they had covered every available inch on the top of my coffin with cups of strong, black coffee.
I just had to laugh, Abby had even placed one of her 'Caff-Pows' right in the center, even though she knew I hated the stuff.
She then stood in front of everyone and stated that hopefully with that much coffee I wouldn't piss anyone off upstairs.
It wasn't till afterwards, when I was buried in Arlington and everyone else had gone home that my team broke down again.
I stood in the shadows, my heart breaking with theirs as I watched my team morn my passing, then walk out of my life, probably for good.
A/N: Should I continue this?