He was tired. Sick and Tired. Tired of losing. Couldn't he win? Just once? He considered himself a seasoned griever… one who knew how to handle the loss; no matter who it was or no matter how it happened. But this time was different. This time it was Jenny.
The first woman who reminded him what it was to really love again. Circumstances had driven them apart; then brought them back together. Now circumstances have driven them apart for good. But this time there would be no reunion. No second chance.
The first night he lost her he had it all figured out. A bottle of jack. A dark lonely basement. And his boat. But this wasn't just any grieving session…this time was different. This time it was Jenny.
He spent hours removing Kelly and preparing her to set sail. At first light he set out onto the waters; with no destination in particular. The water was as calm as it could be and the breeze was gentle. His emotions were the only thing tossing and turning as the boat drifted. Anger. Regret. Pain. Three emotions that were all too familiar to Leroy Jethro Gibbs. As the wind started to pick up; his tears began to dry on his face. He watched storm clouds begin to brew and normally would have aimed his direction towards the shore. But this time was different. This time it was…
Jenny.