With no further ado...
After everything was through, no one questioned Tony about his method of "stopping" the terrorist. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was a righteous kill. Tony was fully examined by the medics, debriefed, and he even received a pat on the shoulder from director Vance. McGee had not hesitated to hug him. It was a bear hug and Tony could feel how fragile his coworker was. Obviously Mcgee was very close to breaking down. Normally, Tony might have tried to comfort his friend but now he couldn't bear to even speak.
He contained the residual anger and sadness for fear it might never fade. Would he feel like this forever? Like a fish out of water? Scrambling for his lost friends, his lost love? Though Tony had never told a soul, he had been in love with Kate Todd. It was not as simple as asking her on a date. There was something between them. What do you call them, sparks? An overly simple way to describe what Tony felt. Flames, was a more apt description. But there was tension too, anger and fear. They both knew that one of them might be killed in action any day. To Tony every confrontation was a reminder of the condemned state of any potential relationship between them. So the flames just ate away at Tony inside.
His head felt heavy like never before. Like there were tears waiting to spill over. But he knew that he would never cry again. He might never loosen his grimace because the pain was so strong inside him that he might scream if he relaxed even a bit. There was to be no late night sobbing, no cries of "why?" He felt that if he gave himself into the grief and trauma he might lose himself in some endless abyss. And he wouldn't, couldn't ever lose himself.
Just as Tony made this resolution he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surely it must have been warm but Tony received no comforting warmth. He looked up to see Gibbs staring at him. There was no happiness in his eyes. Only a sad reassuring look that made Tony think that maybe, just maybe things might balance out again.
Well there it is.
Its been a nice ride everyone.
Thanks for sticking with me
This took me at least half a year to write and really carried me through a couple different periods in my life.
It was depressing at times but it felt wonderful to write and I am proud of everything I wrote.
I would love to hear from you as always.
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hey look a rhyme!
its sublime
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