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ShadowWolfsFable- I really like that idea and I will take it into consideration and see if it works with what I already have written.

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Chapter Two

One year later - Harry is 2 ¾ and Kelly is 8

"Mommy, c'mon please! Harry and I really really want to watch a movie but this house has nothing to watch! Why can't we go to the library to pick up a DVD?" Shannon sighed as she looked down at her children's hopeful faces.

"Guys, you know we aren't supposed to leave the house. There is a bad man looking for us, remember what Daddy said?"

"Always watch the watchers," The two chorused, well, at least Kelly said it marine-ish, Harry sort of slurred his words.

"Exactly. And if we leave then he will find out where we are."

"But we can be really quick! Kurt can even come with us!"

"Yeah Mummy! Pwease?" Looking over at their detail, who shrugged, Shannon nodded.

"Why is it that I can never beat you guys in an argument?" Harry smiled his toothy grin.

"Because Daddy taught us 'ow to win!" She laughed.

"Is that so, little man? Go get in the car, both of you." The two ran out the front door giggling.

Shannon turned up the radio as she listened to her children sing head shoulders knees and toes. Smiling she closed her eyes. If only Gibbs were here, he loves moments like these with the kids. Her eyes snapped open when she heard Kelly scream and the car lurched forward. The windows were splattered with blood, and she could see the specks of blood on their faces. Shannon tried to grab the wheel from the dead driver and steer onto the side of the road, but it was no use: they were going to crash. And they did. The car flipped into the air, the children screamed, and then there was silence.

Gibbs stared up at the doctor, not wanting to believe what he was hearing. He had just been in an explosion - had the gauze around his head to prove it - maybe that was affecting his ears.

"What?"
"I'm sorry, Gunny. There's been an accident. Your family had been driving down the road when Kurt Mitchell, their guard, was shot in the head, killing him instantly. They crashed. It was bad, Gunny. Your wife and daughter died on impact." He sucked in a breath.

"And Harry? Is he okay?" God, let him be okay. He can't lose him too.

"He's in pretty bad shape, Gibbs. He's in the hospital. He has a couple of broken bones and some pretty deep cuts but they think that he will make it." Tears fell down the marine's face and he closed his eyes. His girls were gone, but his little boy was hanging on, all alone in a hospital, not knowing what happened. Gibbs stared at the doctor.

"I need to go home. Now!" The doctor nodded.

"We already have the next flight out booked. Your plane leaves in 45 minutes: make sure you're on it."

Gibbs walked up to the front desk. "Harry Gibbs' room number please. I'm his father." He must of looked quite a sight, still in his camo outfit, a slightly blood soaked bandage around his head and a duffle slung over his shoulder. He didn't care though. He had to find his son.

"Room 207, sir. First door on the left, you can't miss it." Nodding his thanks, he took off down the hall, pushing open the door. Harry was lying on a bed way to big for him with his arm in cast and sling. Picking up the clipboard at the bottom of the bed, Gibbs sat down in the chair to read his injuries. A broken arm, dislocated shoulder, and a broken collarbone, along with several now stitched up gashes along his chest, abdomen, and back.

Gibbs brushed his hand over his child's forehead, his fingertips stopping at his lighting bolt scar. He never liked that scar, it symbolized that Harry's life wasn't good before he was adopted. The marine ran his fingers through the little boy's silky hair, twirling the auburn and black locks between his fingers.

"Don't worry, Har. I will protect you. You're safe now, I promise." Harry's eyes fluttered open showing off their brilliant green.

"Daddy," he whispered.

"Sh, buddy, it's okay. I'm here now."

"Mommy? Kell?" Gibbs choked back the sob that wanted to escape.

"I'm sorry, kiddo. They had to go live with God." Harry frowned.

"They gonna come back?" Gibbs shook his head.

"No, Har. They can't come back. They didn't want to leave us, but they didn't have a choice. Everyone has to leave eventually."

"Oh." He frowned. "Daddy?"

"Mhhh?"

"Are you going to 'eave me to live with Mommy and Kell and God?" Gibbs wiped away the tears that leaked out of his son's eyes.

"No, Harry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here next to you."

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, bud."

"Will you sing Mommy's song for me?" Gibbs pushed down the emotion that was in his throat.

"Sure, kiddo." He took a deep breath and started to sing.

"What if I told you

I could lose you?

If I waited,

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

May be too late

Birds fly above you

Love is around you

I would like to be too

Forever, forever and ever

With you

I would follow you

Anywhere you are going to

Tomorrow, forever, always

And if you were to

Sail across the ocean blue

I would like to sail with you

I'd follow, I'd follow, I'd follow

You home

I would follow you

Anywhere you are going to

Tomorrow, forever, always

I would follow you

Oh, anywhere you are going to

Tomorrow, forever,

Tomorrow, forever,

Tomorrow, forever, always" By the time Gibbs had finished singing, Harry was out like a light, breathing through a little puff of his mouth. He doubted that the 3 year old had heard his voice crack partway through the song, or if he did he didn't care. Watching his son's chest slowly rise and fall, Gibbs made a promise to himself that nothing was going to take his boy away from him. Harry would learn how to protect himself from larger opponents, multiple opponents, everyone.

One thing was for sure though. Gibbs couldn't be a marine anymore. He had to stay close to home most of the time now.

So I heard the song Gibbs sang when I saw looking through lullabies to try and find the perfect one. It's called Tomorrow by Rosie Thomas, and it is absolutely gorgeous so you all should go and listen to it.

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