OMG I HAVE NO EXCUSE! Actually, haha, with my trip to Cali for the eating disorder program and other things, I just haven't had the time, and I have been very UNmodivated but, I coach color guard so I always miss NCIS, so I just now was able to watch the latest Jurisdiction, and that gave me the inspiration, that and pinkdrama who wrote a very kind review and got the right answer for the quote :) so, I have posted the final two chapters of this story, I can't beleive that I did 11 chapters, I didn't even think I was going to go anywhere with this story, but it did. I am going to write more so stay tuned :) thank you so much for all of your support on this, and suggestions on how to make it better, yal have really really helped and I can't wait to write more and more. So with out any more delay I give you the final two chapters of Take A Look Through My Eyes
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usual disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stand up and head towards the basement door, planning on drowning my jealousy and irritation with sanding his boat. If I was able to predict what was going to happen next I wouldn't have opened that door, but since I am not a psychic, I open the door and walk down the creaky stairs.
For some reason I find working on Jethro's boar methodic. I can see why he works on it, you are able to absent mindedly sand the wood while thinking, and thinking I was doing.
What was Jethro thinking, allowing Abby to come and stay with him, and what is up with his entire team being there as well, it is like he can't say no to anything she says but when I ask he is quick to give me a yes or no answer. And when I am having dinner with him, he gets a call, if it is DiNozzo or Tim or even Ziva he politely gets up and walks across the room, but not completely out of it however, when Abby calls, he seems to get up and walk entirely out of the room like they are talking about something not work related. And the kissing and flirting in the lab, oh my, that is absolutely disgusting, and so hard to watch. Her short skirts need to go, she just needs to dress more appropriately, and for some reason Jethro doesn't mind it, and neither does the Director. She is the only one who can get away with that, she is the only one who can get off topic and he doesn't snap, she is the only he gives kisses to, even on work time, he is so professional towards me, but when it comes to Abby, he seems to let his guard down, I have seen it a few times……
*flashback*
I am just so glad that we both didn't have any traces of BZ gas on us, I hate Autopsy to begin with, and I hate Sharif too, at this moment I hate a lot of things, so now that we know he is bluffing, we can stop worrying and find out what happened to the 10 kilograms of BZ that has disappeared.
As Jethro and I fix the last of our clothing items, the sliding glass doors open and Abby, with her short skirt, jumps into Jethro's arms.
"Gibbs! I was so worried!"
"I'm okay, Abs" Though Jethro loosens his hold on her, he doesn't truly let go of her.
"Yeah, me too" I mutter, thanks for asking
"No fatalities at the hospital. The dose was too low….." Ziva's voice fades out as we walk to the elevator, I realize that he never really showed any kind of emotion towards me and never gave me reassurance even though I was there when we heard we were cleared, I hope and pray that it is just cause he is focused on finding Sharif, but somewhere deep down I have this dreaded feeling that it is not that, not that at all.
"We're still trying to find a link between Sharif and the Chechen rebels."
"You won't find one. He's trying to distract us."
The sound of the elevator being shut brought me out of my musing. "From what?" He stops for a second, "I don't know!" I throw Jethro a questioning glance, "Then what makes you so sure? " Instead of Jethro answering this, Abby, who was standing right behind Jethro, nudged me, "Never question the gut." Jethro turned around and Abby gave him a huge smile, one that he returned, just not quite as large. It annoyed me how easy she can put a smile on his face and it takes me a while before a smile will come on his face. Later on that day, I had yet, another confrontation with the goth, but this time, it was in her territory.
We got a call from Abby telling us that she found the second chemical Sharif was mixing the BZ with, so as usual, we are all standing around waiting for Abby to say what the chemical is. And as usual, Jethro is standing way too close to Abby, but I can't show my jealously, cause this is a work place.
"DMSO. Or as we professionals call it dimethylsulfoxide. It's an industrial strength solvent that has very interesting side effects." "It carries whatever it comes in contact with directly into the blood stream." Abby gives me a surprised look, "Wow. Gold star for the Colonel. So it looks like Sharif has mixed BZ with DMSO, which means that all anyone has to do is come in contact with a coated surface to be exposed. The more BZ is in the mix, the faster it'll take effect. Anywhere from ten minutes to thirty-six hours."
"How many people?"
"The bad news, about a hundred thousand."
"Oh, well the good news better be really good." That remark got a glare thrown my way but Abby, but Jethro said nothing. She turned her attention back to the screen, "Well, Sharif is going to have some serious distribution problems. If he were to go door-to-door – right? There's only so many people he can get to before we get him. He could do more damage with a shotgun."
With that Gibbs just smiled and nodded, the entire time his attention was wrapped around her. He never gave me the looks he gives her, he never looked into my eyes and they reflected how he truly feels. I should have given up, but, I didn't, I am a fighter, too bad this was a losing fight.
We found a way to trace where Sharif was and what he was doing, which, sadly, required us to go back to Abby's lab. I personally think we have been down there too much today, but I won't say a word. As we walk in, Jethro immediately goes towards Abby.
*end flashback*
I stop myself from revisiting the rest of that memory and other memories such as the time when Abby was in a bad mood and she ended up spilled her guts to Jethro, he had no idea that I stayed there, but I thought that he was going to follow me….all the signs were there, I obviously didn't want to see them, too bad I was so oblivious, it could have saved me the heartache. I get up and walk over to the shelves looking for something to take away the eerie silence, I look around and boom, there was a tape recorder, with a tape already in it, I just shake my head and laugh. I press play and head back to work on his boat, and that was when the last straw fell, and my life with Jethro was over, forever.
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