Memories
Here is a short update.
Callen let a Russian curse fly as he hit his thumb with the hammer. Throwing the offending tool on the floor he began to wonder if he had overestimated his ability to build the table. True he hadn't attempted to build anything in years but the skills he had learned from Gibb's had seemed so fresh in his memory. Deciding he needed a break he hung his tool belt on the back of his chair and grabbed a beer before heading outside.
Sitting on the steps at the back of his house Callen closed his eyes and pictured the basement at Gibbs's house. He could almost hear the voice of his friend telling him to relax and not push so hard, to take the time to enjoy the feel of the tools in his hands. A smile slid over his face at the memory of a severe tongue lashing delivered by Gibbs for ruining a piece of wood by not checking his measurements before he made his cut.
Feeling more relaxed he finished the beer and headed back to his work area, strapping on his tool belt with the same ease he strapped on a gun belt. The tools felt more familiar in his hands as he measured and cut the wood into lengths needed for the table he was building. As the thought of Gibbs returned to his mind he pulled out his phone and took a quick photo of his project, adding a quick text before he sent it to the grey haired agent.
Across the country Gibbs heard the tone that signaled an incoming message as he spoke to Abby. Pulling out his phone he clicked on the icon and saw a photo of wood, sawdust and tools a laugh escaping as he read the message.
"You laughed Gibbs, what made you laugh. Who was the text from; can I see it?" Abby peered over his shoulder. "Why would someone send you a picture of a bunch of wood asking if you want to help? Oh that's Callen's number; he must be building something for his house."
"It's about time he put something in that house."