Chapter 32
Chapter ideas seem to just be flowing right now. Going to enjoy it while it lasts. I have several ideas on things that will happen before Sam/Gibbs' wedding. It is going to be a bumpy ride. So here is Chapter 32. For all of those who are following this story and not reviewing I hope you are enjoying it. If I ever write something that is not truly in the NCIS world please let me know.
It was a beautiful spring morning. Samantha, Ziva and Abby were getting dressed in one of Ducky's upstairs bedrooms. Abby had opened a window so the cool breeze was blowing into the window. Samantha was standing in front a large dressing mirror that had belonged to Ducky's mother and grandmother. She was dressed in a floor length white dress. The bodice was covered in little pearls and it had a lace collar that went up to her neck. Her auburn hair was pulled up on her head with little white flowers artfully placed around the little white hat on her head. Abby had done her make-up and hair. Ziva was standing next to the mirror dressed in her Cowboy blue bride's maid dress. She was smiling. "You look beautiful Samantha. You will take Gibbs' breath away."
"I am sure he will love your dress" Abby replied as she entered dressed in the same blue dress as Ziva. "I found your pearls." Abby carefully placed them around Samantha's neck.
"They are so beautiful. Where did you get them?" Ziva asked.
"They were my grandmother's, then my mother's and now mine. I promised them both that I would wear them on my wedding day." Just then there was a knock at the door. All three women looked at the clock. It was too early for Ducky who was playing the part of the father of the bride. "Who is it?" Samantha asked as her gut began churning.
"Sam, open up. I have to see you." It was Gibbs. However he did not sound right there was pain in his voice and he was having trouble getting the words out. "No bull shit about bad luck. Open this door now." All three women knew that voice. He was not joking for some reason he needed to see Sam. "Sam, please," he whispered.
Samantha raced to the door. She knew if he said please something was wrong. She opened the door and Gibbs fell into the room. His white tux shirt was covered in blood and he was trying to put presser on the gaping bullet wound in his abdomen. Abby screamed just as Gibbs fell into Samantha's arms. Jethro looked up into Samantha's eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry sweetheart. I am breaking my promise."
Ziva grabbed her phone and called 911. "We need an ambulance now. We have a federal agent who had been shot." She quickly gave them the address and went to find Ducky. "Abby, find Tony and Tim. We need to catch whoever did this."
Abby was still in shock and did not move quickly. Samantha was stroking Gibbs' hair tears streaming down her face. "Abby snap out of it. I need Tony and McGee right now." Samantha yelled. Sam then reached over to her suitcase that was lying open on the floor next to the bed. She grabbed one of her shirts and put it quickly on the wound. "Ducky is on his way. You are going to be ok."
Gibbs was beginning to cough up blood. He reached for Samantha's cheek seeing the tears streaming down her face. "I did not want this to happen Sam. I don't want to leave you."
"Hush Jethro. You are not going to die. You're too stubborn to die."
"Sam, I love you so much. Remember I really did not want to do this to you."
"Gibbs shut up. You will be fine." Sam looked down in his face as she saw the life begin to drain from his eyes. Just then Gibbs reached up and put his hand up to her cheek rubbing his thumb along her jaw line. "No Gibbs don't leave me. I can't go on with out you." In the next instance his hand fell down from her cheek, he stopped breathing, and he was gone. Samantha hugged him against her chest as she began to scream hysterically. "Gibbs, no Gibbs not again. Tony, Tim I need you now."
NCIS
Samantha sat up in her bed. She was covered with sweat. Her hair was dripping wet from sweat and her voice was hoarse from screaming. She was shaking uncontrollably. She had tears running down her face. Quickly she looked down at her lap. She was in her flannel pajama pants and one of Gibbs' NCIS shirts.
Quickly she looked around. She was in the bedroom of her apartment and her Ipod was still playing the music she fell asleep too. Pulling her legs up to her chest and ran her hand through her hair. "It was just a dream. Had to be a dream," she said feeling the soft material of the comforter of her bed. "Just a dream," she muttered as she walked into her bathroom. She grabbed a washrag and ran it under the cool water. After rubbing the rag on her face, she walked back into the bedroom and sat down on her bed. "It was just a bad dream. It was just a dream. Gibbs is ok. "The more she told herself he was ok the more she began to worry. Her chest got tight and she was having trouble breathing. Grabbing her phone almost on autopilot she dialed his number. "Please Gibbs, please answer." The phone went to voice mail.
Next Samantha dialed his house phone. "That's it he left his phone upstairs or at work." The phone rang and rang but with no answer. After many, many rings she slammed the phone down on the bed. The panic was beginning to rise inside her. She started pacing the bedroom. She began talking to herself. She knew she was going into a full panic attack. Samantha was not prone to panic attacks but she had experienced a few especially since David. From the physical symptoms she knew if she did not get a hold of it she would be in for trouble.
Sam started to rationalize where he was. He just fell asleep under his boat. That was logical then she thought maybe he had a little too much bourbon and had crashed on couch. The more she tried to think logically the worse her panic grew. "Ok, I just need to see him. Once I see him these symptoms will go away. "Panic can be an awful burden. She was so upset she would do anything to make this feeling go away. "I know he is ok. He has to be. I can't really believe he would leave me. I was just a dream."
Just then she knew what she had to do. She was not totally thinking straight. "I have to go to his house. When I see him, feel his arms around me I can then rest." She raced into the bathroom and quickly changed into a pair of jeans. She slipped on her shoes without socks. The she grabbed her keys on the table by the door and raced out into the hall. She was so upset that she left all the lights on and the door wide open to her apartment.
She then ran down the stairs and out into the parking lot. All the while muttering, "Please let him be ok. Please let this be a dream."
When she got to his house both the truck and the dodge were sitting in the driveway. She gasped and jumped out of the car just barely taking time to turn off the car's engine. She raced into the house calling his name. First she checked the basement. All she saw was his coffee cup and some tools that were not put away properly. Then she ran up the stairs checking his bedroom, the guest room, and both bathrooms. When she did not find him she started to go into the room he kept locked but it was still locked. She had always assumed it was Kelly's old room. She knocked on it but no answer.
The more she looked the more panicked she became. With tears rolling down face she checked the kitchen and the garage. Still no Gibbs. She felt totally lost. Maybe it was not a dream and she just did not remember that he was already gone. Her mind was racing and she was to the point that rational thought was almost nonexistent. Then she in a moment of lucidity she thought of NCIS. "Maybe he got called in and someone picked him up. Maybe it was an emergency and he is at the Navel yard," she thought. Then she grabbed her phone and dialed Gibbs' number again. Still went to voice mail. "I will call Tony, maybe he picked him up." She quickly dialed Tony's number and it went to voice mail.
Samantha then started to really get upset. It all had been so real. Now that she could not find him she knew that it was not a dream and she was alone again. She then tried Ziva and McGee whose phones both went to voice mail. "How can everyone be unreachable? What happened to rule 3?" Samantha's next move was to get into her car and drive to NCIS. She showed her ID at the gate. Since she had been dating Gibbs her name was at the gate to allow her to come on base as a visitor. Driving up into the parking lot she quickly jumped out of the car and entered the reception area of the NCIS building.
When she approached security the guard did not recognize her. "May I help you, Miss?"
"Yes, I am looking for Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I have been trying to reach him and he has not answered my calls. No one has. Not Tony, Ziva or Tim. I am getting totally scared." She just sat down on the floor and started to cry uncontrollably. A concerned guard called up to the bull pen and got a hold of Tim McGee who was working on his computer.
"What does her ID say? Samantha Waverly. Could you bring her up? She is Gibbs' fiancée.
"Sir, she is really is upset. She just keeps mumbling he can't be gone. He can't be gone."
"Ok I will come down." Tim got up and started for the elevator. He was very concerned about Samantha. Things were not making sense. As he headed for the elevator, he made a quick call to Ducky.
When the elevator door opened at reception, McGee saw a disturbing sight. There was Samantha sitting on the floor in front of the security desk knees pulled up to her chest, holding her phone, crying and muttering "He can't be gone."
McGee looked at Walter the security guard. "Did she come in like this?"
"She came in totally upset. Said she was looking for Agent Gibbs. She told me she had tried to all the whole MCRT team and could not reach anyone."
Just then Samantha looked up and saw Timothy McGee standing over her. "Thank God Tim. I saw Gibbs' shot. He had a hole in his _." She pointed to her abdomen. The tears began to fall again. Tim reached down, took her hand and helped her to her feet. He then put his arm around her and led her to the elevator. The two took the elevator in silence up to the bullpen. Tim knew that the only thing he could do is find Gibbs. That was the medicine that would cure her. He hoped.
NCIS
When the elevator doors opened Ducky was waiting with a concerned look on his face. Samantha looked at him. Her face was pale and her face was covered with tears. Ducky took her hand and helped her sit down at Gibbs' desk. "Can you tell me what is wrong my dear?"
"Gibbs, I saw him die, Ducky. Where is he? I need to see him." Ducky took her pulse and motioned to Tim to hand him his bag. He then took her blood pressure and listened to her chest.
"I assure you Samantha, he is fine." That fact did not seem to calm her. "My dear I need you to calm down. Timothy will go get him for you. Your blood pressure is dangerously high and your pulse is racing. Let's get you to the conference room where you can lie down. I promise Gibbs is ok. Timothy will get him right now."
Tim quickly left the bullpen and headed down to interrogation where Gibbs was questioning the suspect that had brought in. As Tim entered the corridor he checked is phone. He had 4 missed calls from Samantha. Just then Tony stepped out of observation looking at his phone. "Have you checked your phone, Probie? Samantha has called me five times. How did I miss them?"
"I got four and I missed them. We were kind of busy."
"Wonder what she wants."
"She is very, very upset. Seems she believes Gibbs is dead. Says she saw him with a huge bullet wound. She is upstairs in the conference room. Ducky is trying to get her blood pressure and pulse rate down. He sent me for the Boss."
"He is in interrogation. I think he is almost finished."
Tim knocked on the door and Gibbs stepped out. "What's up McGee?"
"Samantha, she is upstairs and she is pretty upset. She has been calling all over trying to reach you." Gibbs looked at his agent with a puzzled look. He took out is phone and saw the many, many missed call from Samantha. He still did not know what she would be upset about. Then it hit him and he left his two confused agents and raced toward the elevator.
He turned and looked back at Tim. "Where?"
"Ducky has her in the conference room Boss."
NCIS
Gibbs stood at the door and watched Ducky trying to calm Samantha down. Ziva was trying to help. Ducky looked and saw him. "My dear I will go and see what is keeping Jethro. McGee said he was in interrogation." Dr. Mallard motioned for Jethro to step outside. He saw the worried look on his friend's face. "She has worked herself up into a full blown panic attack. High blood pressure and her heart rate is through the roof. I managed to give her sedative. She is fighting off sleep. She seems to have had a horrible nightmare and then could not reach you."
"What do I need to do?"
"You know her Jethro. Talk to her. Just love her."
"I think I can handle that Duck. Then what."
"Try to get her to rest. Let the sedative do its work. Once she gets some rest I am sure all will be fine. She just needs you." Ducky grabbed his friend's arm. "She is just scared."
"Got that Duck." Jethro stepped past him and walked up and sat down by Samantha on the couch. He put his arms around her and pulled her close. "I am here sweetheart. Everything will be just fine. I am ok."
Samantha cuddled in close to him. "You are ok. It was just a dream a horrible, horrible dream."
He kissed her on the top of her head. "Yes, I am fine. Nothing is going to happen to me. You said it before I am too stubborn to die"
She smiled up at him. "I really love you Metro Gibbs." Samantha cuddled into his chest. She put her hand over his heart and then mumbled something he could not understand. Then she fell asleep.
Gibbs looked over at Ducky and smiled. It was over for now. She had allowed the sedative to relax her. Gibbs the underlying cause would have to be talked about but tomorrow there would be soon enough for that. Gibbs stroked her hair and then waved Ducky telling him to leave.
"She will be fine," he whispered. "I will call you if she wakes up."
"Will check on you later," Ducky mouthed. Gibbs then pulled Samantha into his chest.
"I am here baby and I am not going anywhere. Rest easy on that." He then put his head on top of hers and fell asleep himself.