Another Monday morning saw Gibbs and Tim in early. Gibbs wanted to finalise an idea and Tim because he had been awake most of the night writing.

"Tim wanted to say thanks for all that info you did, I would never have got that far. I didn't take too much of your time did I?" Gibbs asked.

"No Boss it was educational, the Tom info. Going to tell Ducky where Tom eventually served in the war?"

"Maybe," as Gibbs half smiled. "But was wondering, I'm going to Portsmouth Saturday, to see the memorial for the Sailors and Marines, want to tag along?"

As Tim looked at Gibbs his eyes opened and he smiled, "You know yes I would like that. I mean I feel I know as much of Tom as you do, so yes that would be great."

"Good pick you up at 9.00," Gibbs replied, now standing, "Off to see the Director, and tell DiNozzo he's late. As Gibbs climbed the stair in steps of two.

-oOo-

Gibbs and Tim stood in front of the monument, it read "To those who served their Country in War, only to die in Peace," and then the Navy, "Fair winds and following sea's", underneath the Marine, "Semper Fi". Gibbs pushed the wooden cross he had made, into the ground, carved into the wood, were the words, "Tom Gibson, 1890 – 1919, RIP", and nodded, he wondered had he been Tom? Was there such a thing as Past Life Regression? Had he seen a life gone by, or had it been a voice from the past? Turning to Tim he smiled saying, "I think we did Tom proud, but now we still have Teresa's," as they walked back to the car.

Week Later

"Agent Gibbs, I would like to thank you, and your team, I know my grandmother, God rest her soul, would have been pleased to know the outcome, and I know that my mother will now die happy in the knowledge, her aunt has at last been returned to the fold so to speak," Christopher said to Jethro as they stood in the little cemetery in Virginia.

The minister began the service. Gibbs and Tim stood with Ducky and Abby, beside the family of Teresa's niece. The grave had been opened and a simple wicker coffin lay ready to be placed in the ground. Gibbs looked at Mary, sitting in the wheelchair, her grand-daughter who had been named Teresa, making sure she was fine, for a moment he could see the striking resemblance of the young girl and that of the woman he had seen, the ghost. Teresa stepped forward and placed the simple white cross with the words,

"Lost in Life,
Reunited in Death"

into the soil beside the family headstone. As Gibbs looked back across at Mary he could see her crying. But in the still summer air he suddenly felt a breeze and then the smell of scent, that perfume he had first smelt, and if he didn't know better, a mist hover over the cross, before disappearing. Teresa had finally come home to rest.

The End