AN: Hey guys, sorry for the long absence. Between traveling and school things got hectic. Here's the latest. Happy holidays! As always, R&R (it truly is the best gift) ;D
P.S. Bold = thoughts
It was almost noon when Gibbs' cell finally rang. He answered with his customary, "Gibbs", then was silent for a long while. Finally, he sighed, said a quick "thank you" to the person on the other end of the line, and closed his phone with a sharp snap. By this point, the entire bull pen was intently watching their boss. They each knew something was amiss but couldn't place it. Gibbs looked at his team, with what seemed to Tony as a look of hope and desperation. It only took two simple words for the team to spring to life in a flurry of action, "Gear up".
"Where to?" Tony asked.
"Home. Pack your bags, we leave the country at 1400. Meet back here in one hour." Gibbs left the bull pen and headed straight for the one he knew would be able to help him in his nearly vulnerable state of mind, Ducky. Once the elevator doors closed behind him with a swoosh, he waited a few seconds and then hit the emergency stop button. He needed time alone, even before he saw the good doctor. He sighed as he rubbed a rough hand over his tired, worn face.
Could this really be happening?
Eighteen years ago he had lost his wife and only child. Now he gets a phone call telling him that he may have not only a son, but a living child.