Ok, sorry chapter thirteen was so short. I re-read it and realized I left you kind of hanging. So, here's chapter fourteen. Enjoy!
Chp. 14
Gibbs and Jen's Residence
1915 hours
Terry was stiff and sore, but he didn't dare go into his parent's house. He'd been wrong and his mother had been right. That and the fact that it was pouring down rain kept him in the truck. Which is why he wasn't paying attention when his door was pulled open and he was dragged from the vehicle. He managed to grab one of his .45s that was on the seat next to him. He aimed the gun up and stared into his father's angry face. Terry stood quickly and backed away, his gun still aimed at Gibbs. "Where do you get off?! Not only is she your mother, she's your superior you had not right to talk to her like that! What were you thinking?!" Gibbs asked, shouting to be heard over the torrential down pour.
"What do you mean, 'what was I thinking?!' Tony's death was my fault and I'll be damned if I have to look into the eyes of another family and telling them their son's death was my fault!" Terry yells angrily, his gun still aimed at his father's chest. He was thankful for the rain, if for no other reason than it hid the tears rolling down his face.
Gibbs steps to his son, brushes the gun aside and hugs the man his little boy has become. He, and the rest of the team, only felt their own pain and didn't realize that Terry was hurting as well.
Gibbs is no longer an agent and a boss. He is a father. He calmly picks up the gun and leads his son inside.
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