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Gibbs sighed slowly and leaned back in his chair. He looked around the dark bull- pen at the empty desks surrounding him. 20 years, he thought to himself. It had been 20 years since he had been with his wife. Not his ex's, but Shannon. Oh how he missed her and his precious daughter Kelly. He rested his head on his hands and tried not to think about them. That always seemed to be the best thing. But it rarely happened. He was reminded of them everywhere he went. It was impossible for him to escape the daily pain. He eventually gave up on any attempt to get paper work done, and left.
The consistent pressure of the wood underneath his hands helped calm Gibbs. He had the radio on a low hum, the bottle of Bourbon rested on the floor dangerously close to his foot. He leaned back against a pillar of wood, with exhaustion taking over. His eyes slowly closed, but were jerked back open as images of them covered the darkness. He got back up and started sanding as fast as he could, to try to distract himself. Suddenly a phone call interrupted him. He answered it and a familiar voice was on the other end, "Gibbs," DiNozzo said, "we've got a case. The Director wants us down there immediately."
"Do you know what it is?" Gibbs asked, suddenly he was all business.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's a pretty big deal."
"Ok, I'll be there in 10." Gibbs hung up the phone and headed back to work.
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