A woman pulled out a photo album from a large bookcase in her living room. It was a nice book, with white lace trim around the bottom and sides, and a large set of bells on the front.
A/N: This story had a few problems before, they should all be fixed now.
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me, even though I wish it did, it doesn't.
Pairing: KIBBS
Rating: PG (but could me G)
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A woman pulled out a phote album form a large bookcase in her living room. It was a nice book, with white lace trim around the bottom and sides, and a large set of bells on the front.
It held so many memories, and happy faces.
Her mother had given it to her years ago, her mother had always loved that book so much.
Every year on her mother and fathers anniversary her mother had taken the album out, and described all the pictures to her.
She loved the pictures when she was a child, the smiles, and the pretty clothes.
But most of all she loved the pictures of her father, his wide smile, and his sparkling eyes.
But today she didn't have her mother there to look at the photos with her.
She couldn't remember the lose of her father, she had been so young.
But to lose her mother, the one person who had always been there for her, it hurt too much.
She pushed back some of her long dark brown hair, everyone had always told her she had her mothers hair, and she never denied it.
She looked just like her mother, her hair, her shape, everything.
The only thing that could have told you she was her father's child was her eyes, her deep blue eyes.
People envied her for those eyes, the eyes that could dig into your soul, but could show such emotion.
She opened the book to her favorite picture, the one of her mother and father standing together in front of the church they had just gotten married in.
Her mothers brown hair was done up off her neck, she had the biggest smile she had ever seen on her face, smiling in the bright light of the day.
Her father was smiling to, but it was a different kind of a smile, it was full of happiness, and love.
She ran her fingers over the pictures in the book, the only thing she had left of her parents.
The phone started to ring, bring her out of the memories of her mother and father.
She set the album on the coffee table in front of her, and walked into the kitchen to get the phone, the picture of parents sitting open on the table.
The beautiful gold lettering underneath the picture shined in the light of the room:
Leroy Jethro Gibbs & Caitlin Todd Gibbs