Abby: I guess that's why superheroes have secret identities.
Except who Gibbs was, was never a secret to her. At least not up until a few days ago. Up until a few days ago she worshipped the ground he walked on…she had him so high on a pedestal , she was sure he would never fall. But now…
He said he was sorry.
His hug… was different.
Almost as if, he was saying goodbye.
There was nothing left to do now but wait…worry, and wait. So she settled into the back of her office, Bert close to her chest…and she worried. An emotion she had all but perfected over the years, knowing just how much to let her mind go before reeling it back in. Trying her best to remember all the times she'd worried and all the times it was for not. But something about this time was different…because Gibbs was different.
And he was the one on her pedestal.
He couldn't fall.
He wouldn't.
Superman can't die, right?
She held Bert even closer and let a few tears fall as she imagined life without Gibbs…but only for a few fleeting seconds.
Because, he would come back.
He would hug her again.
He had to.
Because falling from a pedestal was one thing….but putting him back together was another...