A/N: Thanks to the few people who took the 5 seconds and reviewed my little story, Like most people, reviews make me go sliding across my kitchen reinacting Tom Crusie in Risky Business. I only have three more chapters in this story, with another story already forming in my crazy mixed up brain. So thanks for reading and please keep sending me reviews and make my day :)
Gibbs
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat out in the front patio of a small little restaurant in Downtown D.C. He sipped his coffee as he watched people walk by who were too wrapped up with their daily lives in his opinion. The restaurant wasn't overly crowded being a Friday before the lunch crowds. He glanced down at his watch again, letting out a slight growl at the passing minutes.
"Do you ever drink anything other than that swill?"
Gibbs looked up to see a man almost equal to his own age smiling down at him. "Only as often as you are late to something."
"Ha, that's a good one." The man said with a laugh as he took a seat across from Gibbs; completely happy at the jibe.
"How you doing Tom?" Gibbs asked with a friendly smile.
"I'm doing pretty well Jethro, living up the retirement life."
"And how does retirement bring you back to D.C?" The seasoned NCIS agent said as if questioning the other man's motive.
"Well, a cousin of mine passed away so I'm here for his funeral, and I though I'll hit up a few friends while I'm in town."
"Sorry to hear about your cousin."
"That's okay, didn't like him much." Tom said with a casual shrug. "So what's new with you gunny? You retired yet?"
Gibbs let out short laugh as he took a sip of his coffee, "I tired."
"How long did you try?"
"Six months."
Tom let out a deep laugh, "We'll its not all as it cracked up to be." The waitress came and took the two men's lunch orders and refilled Gibbs' coffee.
"So Tom, how's that boat been treating you?"
"Still sailing strong, I'm glad you didn't burn that one down to the ground." He replied looking up at the sky. "I'm planning on sailing her down to Florida in a month or two. Hey how about you and I have a little race down there?"
"Still not done with her yet." Gibbs flatly stated.
"What are you building, the ark?" Tom said surprised. "I haven't seen you in three years and you're still building your boat."
"No I finished that boat, started a new one."
"Jeeze Jethro, when are you going to stop and finally sail one of them. Wait," the man suddenly set down his drink and looked straight into his old buddies blue eyes, "you do know how to sail don't you?"
"I know how to shoot too." Gibbs answered without missing a beat. Both men stared at each other for a moment before breaking out in a laugh.
"Here you two gentlemen go," the waitress said as she brought their food ten minutes later, "can I get you anything else."
"No we're good." Tom said with a smile.
"So how long are you in town?" Gibbs asked as the waitress turned to leave.
"For just a few days, don't want to be around the sobbing family any longer than that." The two men sat quietly for a few minutes as they started eating their lunch. A few bites into his burger, Tom spoke up again. "You heard the news about James?"
Gibbs set his sandwich down and took a napkin to his mouth before answering. "Yeah."
"Not too many of us left, is there?" Tom looked at the former marine who shared the same look of regret.
"No, no there's not."
