I don't own NCIS, but I don't feel like putting the disclaimer on every chapter so this disclaimer goes for the whole story. :)

Gibbs woke his head pounding; he groaned as he sat up. He looked around he was in his basement lying on his boat; six empty bottles of bourbon lay next to him. He stared at it thinking: Did he really drink all of those? He didn't remember taking more than a few sips of one bottle. Uggg he moaned there was that pounding in his head, and the sudden overwhelming urge to throw up. He quickly got up and ran up the stairs to his bathroom where he leaned over the toilet and puked. He flushed the toilet and washed out his mouth. While he was splashing cold water on his face he looked in the mirror; his eyes were bloodshot. He had the symptoms of being hung over, but still he didn't remember drinking all of those bottles of bourbon. He went into his room, glanced at the clock which informed him that it was 3:00am, and so he lay face down on his bed and closed his eyes.

He awoke when a dream that seem so real was replaying for the third time in his head. It was always the same scene:

"So Gibbs you didn't think that I would follow up on my threat and come to kill you myself. Well here I am… I have to get revenge for you getting my father killed. You were why he got the chair; I have never forgotten that it was you that caused me and my family to suffer. Now I will get my revenge." The man pointed a gun at Gibbs's head.

Gibbs calmly looking down the barrel of the gun: "Your father murdered twelve people that was why he got the chair. It was just Jacob."

Jacob furious: "Was it just that my family had to suffer? Was that just? Was it?"

Gibbs: "I am sorry that your family suffered, but think about the families of the girls your father killed; think about what they went through, and what they felt."

Jacob still mad: "You have no right to apologize, and I don't care what they went through. For all I know they deserved it and I didn't. My brothers and sisters didn't." Jacob leveled the gun at Gibbs's head, and Gibbs could see in the man's eyes that he was going to take the shot. Gibbs knew that he had no weapon around him, and that he was going to die. He stared the man in the face and waited praying that when he died he would find Kelly, Shannon, Kate, and Jenny, and that he would be happy. He heard the gun shot, but he didn't feel pain, instead he saw Jacob fall limp to the floor blood pooling out of his head. He quickly turned his head to see a silhouette in the door frame at the top of his basement stairs. The silhouette stepped onto the landing, and he could see what looked like Ziva, but then he blinked and no one was there. After a minuet he walked past the dead body of Jacob Macori and took a sip from his bottle of bourbon. After that it was all black….

Gibbs shook his head, and got off his bed. He walked to the landing of the basement stairs and looked down. The basement looked clean, and there was defiantly no dead body anywhere. Still he was still wary that his dream might have been true, so he called Abby to see if she would come over to his place and dust for forensics…

…A few hours later….

He watched as the forensic goth came up the stairs toward him. She gave him a hug and looked him seriously in the eye and said "Gibbs there is nothing down here at all. Well you know except for the boat, and the other stuff that's supposed to be in there.

Gibbs: "What about the bottles of bourbon?"

Abby: "The only figure prints on them are yours. Are you sure you're okay. Maybe you're having some sort of post explosion thing."

Gibbs: "The explosion was three years ago Abbs."

Abby: "Maybe it's like a sleeper thing in your brain, and it only comes back years later. You should get Ducky to check you out."

Gibbs: "I'm fine Abby."

Abby: "Okay I'm just worried about you."

He kisses her on the forehead: "Everything's fine Abbs i was just drunk. Okay."

Abby: "Okay."

He watched as she left his house and got into her red car and drove away. The whole time he was thinking : I know what I saw, and who I saw…it was not a dream… I didn't drink all those bottles of bourbon..but then who did? He would talk to Ziva when he went into work, but he had a funny feeling in his gut that she hadn't been in his house last night…

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