Irish Eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I just play with them once in a while. Please be nice I have finally decided to stop pouting about Kate's death and to start writing Kibbs fanfics again.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was restless. How could he not be, there were a million things running through his mind. Ever since that damned Dinozzo mentioned Kate's name at the high school it was all he could think about. Her long dark hair, those chocolate eyes, soft porcelain skin, just by looking at her you would never guess she had Irish blood running through her veins. He blinked, his eyes lashes trying to push back the tears hoping to clear all thoughts of Caitlin Todd with them. It did not work. He rolled over in bed and glanced at the clock on the dresser next to him. "Damn…" he bitterly cursed under his breath. It was no use now, it was nearly five o'clock and he still had so much to do before going to "the office". Without another thought he turned on the lamp and got out of bed. Fifteen minutes later he was out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth and a coffee mug in his hand. He paused a moment by his car and inhaled the cool misty spring air. "This is going to be a long day," he thought to himself.
It was still rather dark outside as Gibbs drove along a deserted road. Glancing at his watch a small smile broke through his hard exterior. As he pulled into a dusty, unpaved parking lot a light turned on in a small boutique. Gibbs pulled into the spot right in front of the shop and hopped out of the car.
A quite dingdong went off as Gibbs pushed the door open. He was greeted with overwhelming fragrances from all sorts of flowers. A short squatty lady with an old-fashioned tin watering can looked up from her the bouquet she had been tending to. She gave him a warm smile and said "ah…G'morning Mr. Gibbs".
" 'Morning Marla."
Gibbs returned the greeting with a small peck on the check. Marla in return handed Jethro a single long stem white rose with a green ribbon tied around the stem.
"Thank You." said Gibbs.
"Any time" Marla said with a sad smile.
With that Gibbs placed a couple of dollars on the counter and left the shop. As he walked along the dirt parking lot the sun began to come up. Gibbs made his way across the road where he came to this all to familiar place, his feet guiding him. He finally stopped at a simple grave. He ran his fingers gently across the name of his friend, partner, and co-worker. He looked up into the sky and saw the sun as it finally reached its place in the sky. He turned his attention back to the grave and placed the rose on top of the headstone and gave it a gentle kiss.
"Happy Saint Patrick's day Kate." was all he said.
As he turned to walk back to his car a gentle breeze ruffled his short marine-cut hair, he knew those Irish eyes where smiling down on him.
"Happy Saint Patrick's day Gibbs" said a small whisper that was carried on the wind.
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Happy St. Patrick's Day all!