Save Tonight
Summary: Terry, Gibbs and McGee contemplate life, love and family the night before they are scheduled to fly to Iraq for a case. Part of my 'Parenthood' series, but also a song fic featuring. "Save Tonight" by Eagle eye cherry. Song lyrics and title belong to the band. Series belongs to Donald P. Bellisario.
Go on and close the curtains
cause all we need is candle light
You and me and a bottle of wine
going to hold you tonight
Well we know I'm going away
and how I wish, I wish it weren't so
So take this wine and drink with me
let's delay our misery
The room was dark, save a thin sliver of moonlight that came in the window where the curtains weren't completely closed. Gibbs reached for the glass of red wine next to bed and raised it to his lips. As he set it down, his eyes scanned the body lying next to him. She had changed, as had he. The red hair had some grey in it now, but other than that her body had yet to betray it's fifty-eight years. Gibb's would be sixty in a month and would pass the torch to his eldest son. Terry had surprised him. He'd changed in the last eight years. Sure, the temper was still there and the violence, and it always would be, but Terry had still changed. Now, he channeled the anger and violence and only used when all other avenues were exhausted. Gone were the days when he would kneecap a suspect without provocation. Gibbs took another sip from the wine glass, then slid under the covers and slept, smiling at the thought of all that he'd been given.
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Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
There's a log on the fire
and it burns like me for you
Tomorrow comes with one desire
to take me away it's true
It ain't easy to say goodbye
darling please don't start to cry
Cause girl you know I've got to go, oh
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Tim McGee woke with a start to the wails of his youngest child, three month old Allison. He glanced over and found Abby sleeping peacefully at his side. He smiled, through back the covers and went to his daughter's room.
He was met with another screech as he entered the room. "Ok, princess, Daddy's here." He said, reaching down and picking her up. Allison quieted at her father voice. "You know, I wouldn't get out of bed early for just anyone, kiddo." He said, smiling down at her, and she smiled back at him. He looked down at his baby girl and remembered the first time she'd smiled. Abby had called him at work and told him. She was yelling and crying and he could picture her dancing around the room. It made his heart swell with love for his wife and children then, just as it did now. He grinned at her. "Did you give daddy a smile, princess? You did? Well, I think that deserves an extra large bottle. What'd you say?" As Tim carried his daughter to the kitchen, he thought back to a time when he, Terry and Gibbs were on a case and Ziva had called, claiming two month old Kelly wanted to talk to her daddy. He laughed at Terry, this tough Special Forces veteran, chattering in baby talk. That was until the man pointed his pistol at him and glared. And all this only served to remind him how much he hated leaving his family.
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Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I, that I could stay
Girl you know I've got to go, oh
Lord I wish it wasn't so
Terry didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to leave this tranquil scene. He looked at his wife and child sleeping and didn't care that he'd slept on his side entire night and his arm was asleep. He didn't care that a tragedy dictated he fly halfway around the world and solve a mystery. Finally, he forced himself to get up and went to shower and dress. He finished this chore just before 0400 and grabbed his go bag, which nine year old Collin had helped him pack the night before. Then he walked over to the bed, looked at them one last time and wondered how he'd been so lucky and so blessed. Then he planted tender kisses on each of their cheeks, straightened up and walked out the door.
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Seconds later, Ziva woke up, looked at her husband's side of the bed and saw her was no longer there. She got up quickly and grabbed her robe, unlocked the front door and ran outside. But Terry's truck was already disappearing down their street. But suddenly it stopped and reversed. He stopped again a few feet away and got out. She ran to him and he hugged, gently but fiercely. She kissed him, long, deep and passionately and he returned it. Then they pulled back and looked at each other. Finally, she said the words he'd been dreading.
"I'm not going to say it." She said, smiling but with tears in her eyes.
"Don't." He said, smiling and kissing her on the forehead, his whiskers tickling her skin, before he turned went to the truck. But as he drove away, Ziva let the tears fall and said those two words she always said when he left.
"Be careful."
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
and fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
tomorrow I'll be gone
tomorrow I'll be gone
tomorrow I'll be gone
tomorrow I'll be gone
tomorrow I'll be gone
Save tonight
Save tonight
Save tonight
Save tonight
A/n: First song fic. Be kind.
