Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters.
Chapter 4
Gibbs was the only one in the cemetery. It had started to rain, a dampening drizzle that soaked you to the bone. The weather mirrored Gibbs' feeling to some extent, but neither the strongest monsoon or the wildest hurricane could even get close to matching to how Gibbs felt now.
He sat in the wet grass, next to the white marble tombstone. It read simply: Caitlin Todd. 1973-2005. She will be greatly missed by all that knew her.
Gibbs would never forget the funeral, even if he lived to be 130 years old. It had been a beautiful day. It was like the sky was mocking him. Or it was Kate smiling down at him. Gibbs wasn't sure. The funeral was small; family, a few people she new from the Secret Service and Air Force One, and of course Abby, Tony, Tim, Ducky, Fornell, ex-Director Morrow, and Gibbs. Many wept; Gibbs did not. The tears didn't some until after the funeral, back at his house in the safety of his basement Gibbs cried into his beloved boat, letting the tears come freely.
One month had seemed like one millennium without Kate there. Gibbs visited her grave almost every day, sometimes staying for almost an hour. He couldn't stay too long; he knew that Kate wouldn't have wanted him to slack off on the job, especially because of her.
Gibbs made himself not cry whenever he was at the funeral, not to let the tears come flooding out. His agents couldn't see their boss falling apart, things were rough enough already.
Despite his effort a few tears leaked out of Gibbs eyes. Gibbs leaned against the great oak tree that grew near Kate's grave, and stared up into the heavens.
There was a slight breeze, making the rain seem even colder. Gibbs felt a slight touch on his shoulder. It was like Kate was standing there beside him.
'Pull yourself together Jethro. Stop imagining things. And stop talking to yourself', he added as an afterthought.
"You're not imagining things Leroy Jethro Gibbs. But I might be. Imagine you, being here at the cemetery instead of at your job!"
Gibbs couldn't believe it. But he knew his eyesight wasn't that bad. And he knew he wasn't dreaming, his dreams were always haunted by images of Ari laughing maniacally, and he always saw Kate being shot over and over again. There was one thing Gibbs knew for sure. This...thing, was solid. Kate Todd was standing in front of him, and this sure as hell was no ghost.