Author's Note: Here's yet another post-Twilight fic.
Happy Ending
At first, I just stared, willing her to wake up. Gibbs shouted at me. I barely heard him. I stared at her. McGee came running up. He saw and calmly told us that he would call Abby and Ducky. I waited for her to wake up.
I wanted to be there when she woke up. I wanted to embrace her and tell her that everything was going to be okay and that nothing bad would happen again and that we live happily ever after.
I heard sirens. Ambulances and police cars. I heard Gibbs barking orders for the police to search rooftops. It was pointless; he would have been long gone. I finally begin to understand.
She's dead. Completely and coldly dead. There's nothing I can do. Somehow, this is one of those things that makes perfect sense when we don't want it to. I stand up and back away in horror. I realize her blood is still on my face.
Gibbs takes me to one of the paramedics and explains I just had the plague and was physically and mentally exhausted. They said that I just needed rest. The last thing I wanted was sleep. I knew that I would dream and dream of her again and again.
We drive back to NCIS. I sit in my desk and stare at her desk. I bring up the picture of the wet t-shirt contest. It's the only picture I have of her. Gibbs stands right in front of me and tells me I have to go home. He says he'll drive.
I sit on the couch and I remember. The time we first met on Air Force One. The time we had an argument about money. The time I showed her the picture. The time she sat with me when I had the plague. The time I teased her with the snake. The time she got shot in the head.
I take a shower, hoping that it will help. I stand and let the water run over me. I still have my clothes on.
Abby calls to make sure I'm okay. I hang up.
I decide the only to do is drink. I pull out every ounce of alcohol in my little apartment. I get hopelessly and helplessly drunk. I still can't get her out of my mind.
The only I can do now is sleep. I sleep and I dream and dream and dream some more. They are all about her.
It's been five months now and I still only dream of her.