Chapter 21: Freedom Fighter
Disclaimer: Really, if Bellasario will sell me this show, I'll do all the statistics he wants...as long as he tells me if its a permutation or a combination, I still haven't figured out which is which.
Author's Note: I believe that the next chapter will be a Tony/Ziva chapter because I'm tired of writing for the killer and the time lines are getting too close to the end of the story, it's almost faceoff time!
That night after eating dinner, Gibbs stood on a porch outside the hotel. He was leaned up against a cool, metal fence and staring up at the unending cosmos above his head.
He could see more stars here than he could in Washington, but still fewer than his times isolated from society. In the desert, watching the stars; no other lights to be seen, just him and the sky.
Without his consent, his mind wandered to Justin and David. He knew that the killer was David, he could feel it in his gut. It was this little twinge of anger every time David was mentioned, that's how he knew.
He thought about what the two boys must be going through. How, despite their polar opposite situations, they both would be experiencing similar emotions. Fear, namely.
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Pounding on women and children
Who run
Into the arms
Of America
A car passing by the hotel blasted loud rock music.
Gibbs remembered what it was like to be afraid, it was on those nights when he was alone in the desert with the stars. That's when he was most afraid. It was calm nights like this one that made him worry. Even now, so far away from that time and place; a nagging voice would still cause him to stay on alert.
Down the middle drops one more
Grain of sand
They say that
New life makes losing life easier to understand
Words are kind
They help ease the mind
I miss my old friend
And though you gotta go
We'll keep a piece of your soul
One goes out
One comes in
He didn't envy Tony and Ziva's tasks. He hated talking to victims' families. There was nothing that you could say that made anything any better.
Not knowing was worse than knowing most of the time. He knew that until Justin was found, his family would do nothing but worry. At least if they knew he was dead, they could bury him and put it behind them; get on with their lives. Until they knew something about the boy, their lives would be frozen in place. They couldn't carry out any previously made plans because they would want to wait in case Justin came back. On the other hand, they wouldn't want to make any new plans; in case Justin didn't come back.
Come home, brother
All is forgiven
And we all cried when you were driven away
Come home, brother
Everything is better
Everything is better when you come home to stay
Even if Justin came back, he could never go back to normal.
Even after the initial publicity circus that McGee had mentioned earlier, he would still have the memories of this. He would never forget this.
Gibbs couldn't wait for this whole ordeal to be over with. It was bad enough when there was a kid involved in a case, but a case with a kid victim and a kid suspect was just too much for Gibbs.
He wanted to wrap this up and never think about this case again. If he never had to come back to Arkansas, it would be too soon.
A low rumble of thunder rolled over Gibbs as the stars began to be obscured by clouds.
Before he knew it, the sky was clouded over. The only light in the sky was the lights of Russellville reflected off the clouds and back down onto Russellville.
Rain suddenly began to pelt Gibbs, plastering his gray hair to his face. He turned and looked at the hotel and thought longingly of the sleep he knew would be reluctant to come.
He didn't know how this would end, but he prayed that it ended pretty damn soon.
In this rain
It makes it harder than it needs to be
What you didn't know
That it is always gonna stay this way, yeah
I thought that there was something going wrong with me
I thought that everyone in this life should be free
But now I realize that something here is wrong
Would you come and let me sing to people
Come and help me sing this song
Dance for the freedom fighters of the world
A.N.: Songs for this chapter are:
Bullet the Blue Sky – P.O.D.
If I Could – Jack Johnson
Fine Line – Paul McCartney
Freedom Fighters – The Music
Okay, guess what! My Halloween costume this year was...ABBY!!! And you know what?! I won 1st Place in our school's costume contest! I won a copy of Nightmare Before Christmas!
You can see pictures on my Photobucket...But I still can't do a link so go to my profile where I'll place a link. Then look under my Halloween 2008 album.
Ooh! Ooh! Guess what else! We're doing Model United Nations and guess what?!...Wait, I already said 'guess what'...Anyways! Our country is...Chile! Yay! ...Of course, the only reason that Jordon agreed was because their president is a socialist and so is Jordon...yeah, its weird...we're strange people.
Now, uh...let me see...I don't think I have anything else to say...herm...
Oh! Okay! So this chapter is for (on the off-chance she sees this) Mrs. Brimhall and Mrs. Gosser. If it wasn't for them I would never make it through statistics. Mrs. Brimhall is the facilitator and Mrs. Gosser is the librarian.
Please review for Charlee, Walker, Kayla and me (the stats class). Oh! And a special review for Walker who has colored his hair bright red...fruit punch red...or as Jordon might say, socialist red...hmmm...maybe I shouldn't have taken that Kool-Ade from Jordon...ANYWAYS! Please review.