The night was still but not quite – there was only the recent sound that wavered the night and that was gone – anyone who thoughts were upon the noise had drifted to a humble slumber on this night.
Four shots into the air, glass dancing about in the night – a fast dance, over in seconds but still a dance and it was beautiful.
Joshua Mecum was not a fool – he was his own way and often scrutinized others in his path; no he was not a nice man – nor had he ever attempted to play that part, his figurative autism was to focus on one thing and keep to it, persistent.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was lying there the clock read two in the morning – Jenny would be here soon…. no wait., she wouldn't, he let a soft groan but lay to the ceiling, , the low wind from the shock sweeping him away, shards of glass near.
Pulling him – the light if there was one was drawing near and near with every second and it seemed so real, pulling him…. pulling him…. away.
Lucy would be waiting, she would be laughing and he would laugh too but he didn't know why, they would laugh together….
Shannon would draw him to her… taking him away…pulling him away – only if he wanted to go.
Take me
Take me away
But he was still lying there the silence defining him and he would cry – not for the pain he felt but for still being here, looking upon the world he still knew, abandoning his beautiful dream.
Lucy saw him leaving.
She stopped laughing.
Shannon too…
Don't cry Lucy.
Lucy.
Four shots had mercilessly pierced the flack vest.
Joshua Mecum was not a fool –
Gibbs lie there and there wasn't a second in that time where he didn't wish the vest was gone…that he was gone, he did not per say pity living but it was really the only time when he really thought he was dead… game over, done… that he saw her again – he could laugh with them and forget the tears he once cried.
Lucy was almost a blur now…Shannon cradled her in her arms playfully but something was missing, he was missing.
Lucy
Leaving…
Don't go Lucy…
Fading…
Gone, Gibbs was still there
Take me
"No Daddy, stay" her voice pierced his heart, ringing his ears and losing his senses he knew he would greet her someday – like first seeing the beaches of Mexico, he knew.
"Well hello there Ziva" Tony encountered the situation trying not to sound… troubled to say the least, these dreams could occur at anything Tony had found, anything that really reminded him of … memories to say the most, he never talked about it but it had ALWAYS been there.
Ziva had the most feeling to hang up – she had not come to speak these feelings yet – he seemed at times to never understand…
Mussad did not train you for this and it hurt that she couldn't speak her mind, so for now she would hold the phone there for a second, there was still going back… she wished him well but she could not bring herself to it…
But then again she could try,
"We need to talk….Tony we really need to talk" she had nearly brought herself to tears, closing the phone
The diner
Her vision became blurred
Walking in, hoping
Would she tell Tony everything?
The blood that loomed the place so…
She was tired of these games
Driving now into the night
Crying now but not unwelcoming it
Tears
Blood
What did she want from Tony? – To tell her that it was a dream, tomorrow I will wake up and we never felt pain – we will laugh again…
She wanted him to understand
She wanted
More
In later knowledge it became relevant that FBI agent Tobias Fornell died instantly – if ties were ever made to Gibbs, Joshua was unsure; Gibbs didn't like that man and would bet his life again that Tobias didn't either – He sat alone,…alone at last, sanding the boat in the near darkness of his home, he was never afraid here, sanding, he never would be… out there he could die but here he was reliving the part of his self that wanted to be taken away… the part that didn't need to live, here he could remember the people who had come before; swallow his sorrows in a drink and remember them – tonight was for Tobias, a friend.
Joshua Mecum may have been a cautious man in all but was not in fact to missing a bullet.
Abby would run tests in the morning – He would find the bastard but deep somewhere he knew how far the ties went in this and much deeper knew the chances of the same ties to Jenny.
'Ill find you, you bastard'
The name that had hurt him before would come again
Oshemida
