Hi, this is NCISgeek! the story Jibbs Medley is my first. I do not own this song (belongs to Rascal Flatts) or the NCIS characters portrayed.
Parts of the story will be in different views. Some of the times it will be in Gibbs, sometimes it will be in Jenny's.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
He sat alone in his basement. The rain rattled noisily off the creaky windowpanes. He held a mason jar full of bourbon, untouched, in his right hand. In his left, he held a picture of Jenny, the one he had taken in Serbia. His house was empty; just the unfinished boat, the untouched alcohol, and him, heavy with the weight of the burning memories, each one struggling for his attention.
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Goin' on with you gone still upsets me
Jenny exhaled wearily, tears threatening on the verge of her sight. Gosh, how she missed him so much, even though she was the one who severed ties with him. She had to face it. He was gone, and he probably wasn't coming back. She knew though, if she called him, maybe, just maybe… No, she reprimanded herself. No. She sighed, and closed her eyes. She dredged up those old memories of him, him and her. A pang stabbed deeply into her heart, though she would never admit it. He had probably forgotten her by now. Now she had to let him go too.
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
"Hey Boss," Tony greeted Gibbs in the morning. Gibbs just grunted a monosyllable reply. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything was the same. Except, something bugged Gibbs. He tried to shake off the feeling, but it wouldn't let go of him.
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
He remembered the letter. So cold, so impersonal. He read it. He almost threw it away. Almost, but not quite. She had walked away from him. He had planned on telling her on the plane… had been hiding the little velvet box that he had tucked away… Now it was too late, too late to do anything but let the feelings wash over him.
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
She never knew what would've happened if she had stayed. She just hoped that Gibbs knew that she had to do it. She had to get revenge for her father. But she loved him, loved Gibbs. He was the only man she had ever truly loved. And she felt the pain as clearly as he did.
It's hard to deal with the pain of losin' you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Are you okay, Jethro?" Ducky's voice sliced through Gibbs's brief reverie. "You have been acting rather strange lately." Gibbs forced a smirk.
"Nah, Duck, I'm acting the way I've always been. Don't worry," he said, patting his old friend on the back.
The problem was, whenever Gibbs saw Ducky, it brought up memories of her. Always, memories of her also brought pain. And he briskly walked out of the autopsy lab, to escape the rush of memories pouring in from all sides.
Still harder gettin' up, gettin' dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
She groaned. It was time to get back up for another day of grueling, unrewarding work. It would be more bearable, if he had still been there. Oh, what she would've given to have him back. And she promised herself, if she ever saw him again, she would tell him the three little words that meant everything. She would whisper it quietly. She would tell him that she loved him.
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And havin' so much to say
(Much to say)
And watchin' you walk away
Here she was, standing right in front of him. So close, yet so far away. He wanted to tell her, get angry at her, but he couldn't. So she walked away, again.
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do, oh
Oh yeah
Here she was, sitting in his basement. If she had stayed with him in Paris, they might've gotten to this part ten years ago. But she didn't, and she didn't stay this time either. As the basement door closed, Gibbs slumped down to the floor. All he wanted to do was love her, but she wouldn't let him in. "There won't be an off-the-job, special agent Gibbs."
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
(To say)
And watchin' you walk away
Here he was, standing right in front of her at the top of the metal stairs, just an inch away from her. "It's good to see you again, Jen." And what hurt the most was the genuine smile that played around his mouth. She opened her mouth to tell him the same, but she couldn't. So he walked away.
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do
They both were looking out their windows. One was looking at a shooting star, reminiscing about when she did the same too. He remembered her wish. She wished that they could stay forever in Paris. And although he didn't consciously make a wish, he wished for the same thing too.
The other turned their back on the window, and took a sip of bourbon to numb the growing ache. She wished that she could have made it work, when she had to leave him. But it wasn't possible. Or had it been?
Not seein' that lovin' you
That's what I was trying to do
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