Was also supposed to be part of a series.
I don't own NCIS.
A/N: I'm back people. Sorry for abandoning you all. I wish I wouldn't have. My ideas abandoned, abused ideas have been attacking my brain. But anyways, I was reading this fic called 'Drabbles About Reid,' and I got this idea. Rated T for precaution. Just some drabbles to get me back in the groove of writing. Probably some AU in here somewhere…
Story Related A/N: I wanted something kind of depressing because I'm tired. If I weren't, this would probably be… I dunno, still depressing in some form. Gibbs just knocks the pessimistic reality into me.
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He stared at the empty bottle of bourbon. Nothing else worth staring at. Nothing else to do.
He's practically destroyed his boat now- why did he drink all that bourbon?
He looked away from the bottle- why did he drink all that bourbon?
He saw the tape player- why did he drink all that bourbon?
His hand lingered towards the play button, but it refused to push- why did he drink all that bourbon?
He forced himself to press it…
He heard music.
He heard the piano.
He remembered.
The little girl…the blood…her father…he was crying- sobbing. But not him. He refused. His heart ached at the sight, but he had to do his job. He could sulk later. But that little girl…
Gibbs threw the player at the wall. He hated that song- that man- that girl…
No. He wouldn't go through this again. Not again. Gibbs felt his legs weaken, and he fell. He tried to stand, but failed. He just sat. It seemed like hours before he finally decided to do something… he decided to cry. He put his hands up to his face and just sobbed.
What did he miss the most?
Shannon.
His baby girl.
Music.
Fun.
Love.
Happiness…
Gibbs heard a noise. He stopped crying and looked up. There she was- no, she wasn't there. He had too much to drink…
"Hi Daddy." He tried to smile at her, but couldn't. She frowned. "It's alright Daddy. It's going to be okay. I'll be here. I'll be right here until you wake up…"
"Oh, God… Gibbs…" Abby lingered over him. "Gibbs, please wake up. Please, please…"
Gibbs finally opened his eyes and took Abby's hands. "Kelly…"
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It's rushed, yes, but that's why it's titled what it is. If you don't get the gist in the hurriedness, just say so. I will explain.