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Sorry for not updating yesterday! I really wanted to but homework was simply to great. But here is the last chapter, thanks to all who have been reading this story your reviews have given me support.
Gibbs was working on a boat down in his basement, he couldn't remember what number this one was. And he couldn't believe what had happened earlier this week. He had gotten out of the hospital in only a day and a half. Gibbs had been visiting Tony every day for many hours. It would be pointless to tell because the visits were always of Gibbs sitting next to Tony telling him that it wasn't his fault and saying how the team was doing.
Tony would do nothing but nod and furrow his eyebrows a lot. He was on a ventilator because the cold and water had done some damage to his lungs. But after a little over a week Tony was able to go home. Gibbs had driven him to his house and said that he wanted Tony to take a week off from work. To which Tony grumpily agreed to. Gibbs also told him to get some rest. Tony said that he was all right and not even tired, but as soon as Tony was by a couch he collapsed onto it.
Gibbs slowly carved the wood with the tool in his hand. Hearing the gentle noise and feeling the wood split beneath the tool. The gentle noise was broken by the sound of foot steps. Gibbs looked up to find Tony coming down the stairs.
"Hey, DiNozzo! I thought I told you to get some rest!"
Tony smiled, "Sorry, boss," he slightly coughed, "I just wanted to talk to you."
Gibbs pulled out a wooden bench from the corner of the room and put it next to his own, "Want something to drink?"
Usually Tony wouldn't except but he was thirsty and would even drink some burben, "Sure."
Gibbs looked around on his workbench and saw a cup filled with nails he emptied them out and poured a little bit of burben into the glass, then handed it to Tony. Gibbs sat down and stated sipping on his own and Tony sat down.
"What daya' want to talk about?"
"At the hospital... did you really mean what you said. About it not being my fault and there was nothing to be done. Everything?" Tony coughed, which was a reminder of what had happened a week ago.
"Everything. I will tell you Tony there isn't a day that goes by without me thinking about Kate and if I could've saved her. But then I remind myself, there was nothing to be done. I know you hate it when people say that and so do I. Because in our jobs we're usually always able to take control of things but here we weren't."
"Sorry I disappointed you, boss. It was kind of stupid of me to even get up on that ledge in the first place and then I slipped and you almost died saving me."
"Whats done is done, Tony. I was able to save you so I saved you."
"Still-"
"Hey, you didn't jump. If you hadn't slipped than you woudn't have been in the water. You were strong and chose the right choice. You were just clumsy."
"But why'd it have to be her? What did Kate ever do to deserve the way she died."
Gibbs took a sip of his drink, "Your damn right DiNozzo, she didn't deserve that. Life's an ass and its surprising as hell."
A look appeared on Tony's face, "Don't even dare," warned Gibbs.
There was silence for a couple of moments and then Tony said in a Alabama accent, "My momma always said, 'Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what your gonna get.''
Gibbs lightly head slapped him and they finished up their drinks in a peaceful silence.
I hope that you've all enjoyed this story. I made this last chapter here short on purpose just to wrap things up. I hope that you liked it.