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Healing processes - Ch 16

The case was solved and your memories had returned. That was the good part of the current situation.

The sad part was that your returned memories created a seemingly unbridgeable distance between you and your boss.

Your boss...yes, that was him. But for you he was more than that. Because he was also your friend, your confidant, your love and a wonderful nurse.

You wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him. The two of you against the rest of the world. But did he want that, too? Would he even allow that with his iron rule of not starting a relationship with colleagues?

Yes, you shared a bed, but that was surely just due to the situation. "How are we going to go on?" you asked yourself, full of despair and longing.

Jethro was no better off. Quite the opposite. He had found a new family in you, he had broken his rule number 12 for you and he had finally opened up to someone completely again...and now, with every hour, the time came closer when you would be healthy again, the cast would be removed and you would leave him.

That took the ground from under his feet. He was happy that you would soon be fit again, but he didn't know how he would survive this separation. It was already torture not being able to touch or kiss you.

"How will this go on?" he thought, full of longing and despair.

Maybe you should have talked to each other, but that didn't occur to you. Assuming the other didn't want that, you both withdrew and lived side by side for the next few weeks.

During the day you sat at the dining room table and did research and he was with the team in the office or on field assignments. And in the evenings you were in your room and he was building his boat in the basement.

Neither of you dared to say anything. Instead, each of you suffered in silence.

If only you had talked to each other... but no, the other certainly didn't want that... or did they? 

Every time you saw Jethro, you wanted to go to him and snuggle up in his arms and every time he saw you, he wanted to pull you in his arms and never let go. Your looks spoke volumes, but you were both so preoccupied with yourselves that you didn't look closely enough.

Having the other so close and having to keep your distance was hell on earth - for both of you.

The only positive thing was that Abby was able to prove that it was the dog's ball that was found and that the animal actually belonged to the victim. Because when that was certain, you immediately decided to take it with you. Then you could build a little home together and support each other.

Then came the day when the cast was removed and you were declared cured. You quietly packed your things and left Jethro's house as planned.

You felt empty and it was purely automatic because you couldn't see anything because of all the tears anyway. That day he drove you to the hospital, then to his house and then disappeared into the basement. You didn't see him again before you moved out. That was a sign for you that couldn't have been clearer.

At that moment you decided to leave NCIS. You were so embarrassed about what had happened between you two that you couldn't look him in the eye anymore. And living with him as a couple and as a family would be wonderful, but he obviously didn't want that.

But it wasn't quite that easy. Because there was a reason why you didn't see Gibbs after you got to his house... he couldn't bear to see you leave him. He tried to suppress his overwhelming pain by working on the boat, but it didn't work. The pain was too strong. So he took his bottle of bourbon and sat down on the workbench. He will surely find relief for a short time at the bottom of the bottle - even if he will regret it the next day.

On the way to your apartment, you picked up the dog and broke down in tears of grief as soon as you closed the door behind you.

The whole situation was giving you a hard time. You had been exhausted earlier than usual and hadn't been feeling well for a while. You also had circulatory problems and mood swings that you had never experienced before.

So when you were in the hospital and the doctor asked you how you were, you told him. He examined you immediately and found the cause, but it was different than originally thought.

You had to talk to someone... preferably someone who knew both of you and would surely have wise advice for you... Ducky.

You quickly took care of Lassie (as you named the dog) and drove to NCIS. You parked a bit away from the building so that no one would notice your presence.

And when you got there, you drove straight to the autopsy, where you found not only Ducky, but also Abby and Tony.

Everyone was happy to see you again, but noticed your eyes red from crying. They asked worriedly what was wrong and after some initial hesitation, you told them everything.

Ducky said fearfully: “You can't do that to him or to you. Do you have any idea what that will do to him? It would be like losing his family a second time.”

Abby put her arm around you and begged you: “Talk to him.”

Tony pointed out: “He seems unbreakable, but he isn't. Before you do anything rash, you should talk to him first.”

Sighing sadly, you could only reply: “I thank you for wanting to help, but there’s no other way. If he finds out about my condition, he’ll push me away until I’ve no choice but to leave, and I couldn't bear that.”

Nobody spoke, but everyone looked behind you.

Oh oh, not good.

Gibbs was probably standing behind you. How much did he hear? You went ice cold with fear and wanted to run away.

This was exactly the situation you wanted to avoid.

In this tense silence, you suddenly heard his tense, searching voice, asking quietly: “What condition?”

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Healing processes - Ch 15

You’ll both never forget the next morning.

After an intoxicating night of love, you woke up tightly entwined after a peaceful sleep and dreams of a wonderful future together.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked straight into his. You smiled happily at each other and greeted each other with a gentle "good morning" and a tender kiss.

But this idyll was suddenly interrupted by Jethro's alarm clock. He had already set it to snooze twice because he just found it too nice to watch you sleep. He would have loved to hold you in his arms and admire you for longer, but unfortunately you had to get up. DiNozzo and McGee were coming soon and he didn't want them to find you in bed.

You both quickly took a shower and were just about to make coffee when the two of them arrived.

Seeing them just walk into his house like that made Gibbs immediately realize that he absolutely had to lock the door. Who knows who else might come in? He couldn't risk you being in danger in his house.

So he grabbed his coffee, went to the door and locked it. The guys watched him with wide eyes, because this was something completely new. In all their time of knowing him, the boss had never locked his door.

What was going on here? They thought in amazement. They looked at you questioningly, but you just shrugged your shoulders in response.

Today there was paperwork on the work schedule. None of you liked it, but it was part of it. At least you had less to do with it than your team leader and that was a good thing.

"Boss... I'm really glad you're never sick, otherwise I'd have to deal with all the administrative stuff," Tony said with a happy laugh.

And then it happened.

Gibbs reached out and gave him a head-slap.

Suddenly you felt dizzy and a thousand images and memories flooded your brain. Yes, you suddenly remembered Tony and Jethro...and that was good. Or wasn't it?

Because you thought in horror about the previous night and what you, or rather what Gibbs and you, had done. You slept with each other...YOU slept with your BOSS!!!!

Your eyes widened in terror and filled with tears and before anyone could say anything, you ran into your room, threw yourself on the bed and started sobbing miserably.

You felt like your throat was closing. Oh my Gosh, what was he thinking of you now? He would surely fire you. Or maybe you should leave voluntarily, because last night and especially the morning were beautiful. It felt like you had finally found a real home. Here. With him. By his side. That only made you sob even more.

The day had started so well and now everything was gone and your despair was endless.

One floor down, your colleagues were sitting at the dining table and looking at each other helplessly. Someone should look after you, but who? Gibbs would be the best person, but your horror when you recognized him suggested that this was probably not a good idea.

But someone had to take care of you. So Jethro got up with a sigh and tried to prepare himself as best as possible for the upcoming conversation. This was the situation he had feared and it tore his heart into a thousand pieces.

It was too good to be true. A wonderful night with you and an even more wonderful morning waking up with you in his arms...he had hoped so much to wake up like this every morning from now on. But that hope was probably in vain.

He knocked carefully on your door.

He didn't get an answer, but that had to be clarified. So he took a deep breath, gathered his courage and went in.

What he saw almost made his heart stop with grief. You were huddled on the bed and crying bitterly.

“Y/N? It's me,” he said softly, carefully walking towards you.

At his words you stiffened and your sobs subsided with tension.

When he got to your bed he hesitated for a moment. Then he sat down next to you.

He was afraid of the outcome of this conversation and all he could do was hope for the best.

He gently put a hand on your shoulder and whispered: “You remember me and who I am?”

He knew that you did, but he didn't know how else to start.

Nodding, you answered him quietly: “Yes, I remember... you are Leroy Jethro Gibbs... my boss... and... and... we... slept with each other last night.”

He laughed briefly. How ironic. It was the best and most beautiful night of his life and the day had started so well...and now everything was going to hell...he should have known...

"Yes, we did," he said.

"But that doesn't change how I feel about you or our jobs."

Then came what made his worst fears come true: "I don't know if I can do this. I love you with all my heart and am very grateful for what you’ve done for me...but I’ve to deal with all of this first.”

He nodded. Now the tears of endless disappointment came to his eyes. Another dream burst before his eyes...there was only one thing left for him to do: “It's fine. Take the time you need. You’ll stay here with me until you're well again. Then you can go home, if you want.”

You could only nod. He understood and left the room.

When he arrived in the dining room, DiNozzo and McGee had left; they felt that you both didn't need another person around you at the moment.

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Ever since Gibbs as narrator told us in the NCIS: Origins premiere that this is “a story I don’t tell, this is the story of her,” there’s been much speculation about why he, across 19 years of NCIS, never so much as mentioned a Special Agent Lala Dominguez.

Origins star Austin Stowell, at the start of the TVLine video Q&A above, shares what he does (or, doesn’t) know about “the story of her,” and then confesses his own theory, and whether it holds water.

About a minute into the video, Stowell weighs in on co-star Mariel Molino’s recent Instagram response to a fan who asked if Lala is falling for the NIS team’s “probie,” and how Gibbs sees himself as Lala’s protector — if only as a means of coping with his inability to save wife Shannon and daughter Kelly from their sad fates.

At the 3:00 mark, we get to talking about the latest episode’s reveal of a young Tobias Fornell (played by Lucas Dixon), and whether Gibbs himself will soon meet the taco-loving G-man who will emerge as a significant part of his later, NCIS years.

What has surprised Stowell about the NCIS: Origins experience, and taking on a role previously played by onetime NCIS front man Mark Harmon? “How much I love being Gibbs,” he says at the 4:00 mark, before greatly elaborating on that sentiment.

Speaking of Harmon, is he swinging by the Paramount lot to record his lines of narration, or banking them at home while in PJs? Stowell shares his take on that at 5:30, and how hearing Harmon’s words influence his portrayal of the younger Gibbs.

Stowell then gets to previewing the next new episode, airing Monday, Nov. 25, in which we flash back to Gibbs first coming home from Kuwait — to a tragically empty house — and meeting Mike Franks (Kyle Schmid) for the first time. We then close things out (at 8:30) with what’s next for the evolving Gibbs/Lala dynamic, and Stowell’s response to a TVLine reader question about Season 2!

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Healing processes - Ch 14

You had expressed all your arguments. Now it was up to him.

What will he do?

You stood facing each other in silence for a few minutes. You prayed in your mind that he would finally see that he was a wonderful person who was worth loving and he... was fighting a difficult inner battle that was reflected in his eyes.

A battle between hope, sadness, courage, despair, affection and doubt. What had he had to experience in his life to suffer so much? And how could he muster the strength to get up every day?

It was a mystery to you and you would have loved to help him, but he had to fight this battle alone.

When it was clear that you couldn't expect a reaction from him, you lowered your head in disappointment, shook it sadly and whispered: "I'm sorry."

You were close to tears from disappointment and despair. You had offered him your heart and begged him to take it and to cherish it, but he just stood there and looked at you.

You couldn't take it anymore and went to your room to let your tears flow freely, knowing that your broken heart would never heal.

Your words were balm for his tormented soul, but could he dare? Were you really right that he wasn't to blame for your accident? Would you remember him at some point and that he was your boss and that you weren't a couple?

He longed so much for his dream of a future with you to become reality, but was that also your wish? Could he really dare to open up to you completely and give you his heart?

But who was he supposed to fool? It had long been yours. And when he saw the tears in your eyes, his heart broke. He couldn't bear to cause you pain.

That tore him out of his paralysis. He couldn't let you suffer, especially not because of him. Taking the steps two at a time, he climbed the stairs to the top floor and stormed into your room.

With tears streaming down your face, you turned to him, surprised to see him there. And before you could say anything, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you hungrily, full of pent-up passion and affection.

You didn't know what was happening to you, but it was simply wonderful. Your knees became weak and you clung to his strong shoulders and couldn't help but moan.

This man was stunning and you belonged to him body and soul. You both put all your unspoken feelings into your deep and intimate kisses and your hands began to explore each other's bodies.

You didn't need any words. Your bodies and your kisses told each other everything that was really important and together you gave free rein to your passion for each other.

Over time, however, exhaustion got the better of you, so you lovingly pampered each other.

After several hot rounds, you lay next to each other, exhausted, cuddled up tightly and kissed each other again and again, gently and lovingly.

All of a sudden he started to tell you what had happened to his family and how he felt and still feels about it.

That shook you deeply. No wonder he was so cautious. You gently stroked his cheek and whispered:

“I understand you. Unfortunately, you couldn't help them. But you can help me and I think through that you can help yourself, too.

They’ll always be a part of your life and that's a good thing. Please keep them close to your heart, but allow others to love you with everything you are, including your flaws, and you’ll see... one day you’ll be able to open up to someone else completely and be happy again.”

His beautiful blue eyes filled with tears and you continued lovingly:

“You are not a danger to your loved ones. Only to criminals and that’s a good thing. You do everything in your power to help others and fight for justice and that’s why we all love you - including me.”

To reinforce your words and because he was just too sexy, you kissed him and put all your love for him into that kiss.

Then all of his dams broke. He could no longer hold back, his heart flew out to you and he pressed you tightly to him, kissed and caressed you.

What followed was a passionate night, at the end of which you fell asleep peacefully, tightly embraced in each other's arms.

For him it was the first night in a long time without nightmares.

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When Mark Harmon wrapped up his role as Leroy Jethro Gibbs on NCIS, he didn’t have a clue that he was going to return to narrate the voiceover on a prequel series, NCIS: Origins, that tells Gibbs’ story and that of Mike Franks.

What he did know was that his connection with the real-life NCIS was going to continue through books. Harmon and NCIS technical advisor and former NCIS agent Leon Carroll Jr. had already started researching their first book, Ghosts of Honolulu: A Japanese Spy, a Japanese Spy Hunter, and the Untold Story of Pearl Harbor, the story of Douglas Wada, the first Japanese American NIS agent.

“Initially when [Harper Select] came to me and said, ‘Would you write a book about the show?’, I said, ‘No,’” Harmon tells Parade. “I said I would be interested in possibly doing what I was told this was originally, which was every show was going to be based on a real case and part of that was my introduction to coming on board in the first place.”

But when the time came to write NCIS, the powers that be realized that having a medical examiner—David McCallum as Ducky—and a forensics expert—Pauley Perrette as Abby—as part of the regular cast meant that if you didn’t have a body each week, there wasn’t much for those characters to do. So, the show became a murder of the week even though that’s not really what NCIS does.

“But I did say to them, ‘If you’re interested in telling the real stories of NCIS, I would be interested in that and I wouldn’t touch that without Leon Carroll, who not only has been a technical advisor on this show for 20 years, but he was my guy,’” Mark continued. “I talked to him every day about the right way and the wrong way to do something, trying to research the character and just get inside his headspace sometimes for different parts of the role.”

The publisher went for the idea and Harmon and Carroll released the first book on Nov. 14, 2023. Now, they’re back with the second in what they’re hoping will be a series of books, Ghosts of Panama: A Strongman Out of Control, A Murdered Marine, and the Special Agents Caught in the Middle of an Invasion, which goes inside the work done by NIS Special Agent Rick Yell in the powder keg that was Panama in the late 1980s ruled by Gen. Manuel Noriega.

Here’s more of what Harmon had to say about the second book in his NCIS series.

How do you choose the order?

There are really endless stories to tell to be honest with you. I think it was always thought of as a potential series, but it made sense to tell the Douglas Wada story, the Pearl Harbor story, first as the birth of the agency so to speak from ONI, Office of Naval Intelligence, but this story about Panama was always on the list. But it’s also been great because in the first story, obviously, Pearl Harbor was all research because everybody’s dead. This story, everybody’s alive and Leon was there, so that’s been fun.

Does that give it a better perspective because you’re able to actually interview these people?

A little bit of both to be honest with you, and you get this because you do this all the time, but if you’re asking someone in general, “Hey, do you remember working with Tony Curtis?”, they’re going to tell you a memory of working with Tony Curtis as opposed to asking Tony Curtis about Tony Curtis.

So, the idea that you can research, and you can historically dig into documents that aren’t easily available, or maybe honestly were never researched, because the truth is with these people, they never talked about what they did. You could have lived next door to an agent, and you’d never have known because what they do was not talked about and they were never asked. So, they never had a chance to say, “Well, this is what I remember.”

That’s what’s been fun about this Panama thing is it is live people we’ve talked to, and for the first time in some ways, it’s the first time they’ve talked about it.

What the books do is they give recognition to the agents for what they actually do as opposed to the TV show, which you said is more murder of the week, which isn’t what they really do.

I’ve always liked history and to be able to tell a story, and it sounds wrong, but I found the first one about Doug Wada fascinating, talking about that and that that whole time in history.

In a different way, I knew obviously somewhat about Noriega and Operation Just Cause and this period, but I’ve learned a lot more than and it’s been an interesting story to open up.

The publisher has plans for a third, they have plans for a fourth. I’m not doing that. I’m going one-by-one. Well, let’s see how this goes. I know what direction already for a third and that’s great and I love it and it interests me. I don’t know how else to gauge it other than that, other than to say I find it interesting. I find it interesting to be able to ask questions. In this case, the Panama people we talked to, they’re all alive, so you’re getting firsthand information from, in some cases, people who have never talked about it. So, the information you’re getting has a spin on it because this is an event in history where people died, and because these people were there, their look at what they were dealing with is so much different than what you may read about in the history book.

What you did though towards the back of the book, you have the reports from various newspapers, so you’re giving both sides of the story.

Trying to, yeah, because there are both sides of any story, right?

What was surprising to me was that they were more like spies than they are like law enforcement.

They hate being called that but you’re right. You’re totally right. They’re all spies on both sides.

So, is it normal, even today, for NCIS overseas agents to be more involved in counterintelligence than solving a murder?

There was a point and that’s why there was a choice made to do Honolulu first and that was because at that time in history instead of being NIS or NCIS that was really ONI. But there was a certain point in time, in the late ‘80s where NIS came into birth, and that was designed specifically to be not under the control of the Navy or the Marine Corps. They’re independent, and because they’re independent, they’re able to do their work uniquely, and I would venture to say more honestly. They don’t answer to anybody. Honestly, in some ways, in investigative work, they don’t have to pay attention to anybody either. They go their own route.

As I’ve said, it’s very possible that you could have lived right next door to an NCIS agent and never have known it because they wouldn’t have talked about it. And now I have an opportunity to actually go speak with someone who was there and say, “Tell me what happened.” And they tell you, which is amazing because in most cases they’ve never been asked.

So, telling that story in a new way of sorts, you obviously know about Panama historically and Noriega and Operation Just Cause and all that, but this is more inside that because the story we’re telling, there’s a responsibility there. People died. It’s a time in history that, for me, continues to be educational. I go in thinking I know what went on pretty much and then I come out of it going, “I didn’t know anything.”

According to Ghosts of Panama, there was so much more that went on then what we had any idea.

We’re really good at burning everything and then we go, “It never happened,” which is what they did.

Leon actually spent time in Panama.

It’s totally personal for him and that’s been great. The first one was great for him, too, but obviously, he wasn’t there in 1940.

Ghosts of Panama is available in bookstores everywhere.

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Healing processes - Ch 13

You spent hours going through the files, the photos and various theories.

One of these photos also showed the small, colorful object that you saw from the rock. It was a small ball. When you zoomed in, you could see bite marks on it... it was a dog's toy!

Tim immediately called the responsible hunter, who confirmed that he had found a stray dog ​​whose owner had not yet been identified.

This was probably the dog with the ball. Tim asked the man to bring the animal to Abby for a saliva sample.

Suddenly things happened very quickly, because as soon as he hung up, your team leader's cell phone rang.

"Gibbs," he answered briefly.

Then he listened intently to what the person on the other side had to say.

After a short while, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked: "Are you sure?"

Again he paused briefly. Then he grumbled: “Good, thanks,” and hung up.

You all looked at him curiously and waited for his report. No one dared to say a word. But none of you had expected what Gibbs had to tell you - not even him.

“That was Ducky,” he began. “The dead man died of natural causes. Heart attack. Bears, coyotes and other animals saw him as food, but only after his death.”

“And the dog?” you asked.

“What about the dog?” he asked impatiently.

“Maybe he belonged to him and wanted to get help?” you expressed your suspicion with concern.

Tony then laughed out loud: “Y/N...that's not Lassie, who barks twice and the rangers already know that his master is lying behind a rock 543m away and having a heart attack.”

He grinned mischievously, whereupon you narrowed your eyes and replied snippily: “So? Maybe he did, but the rangers didn’t understand him?”

Your argument was so absurd that you both burst into loud laughter. You still had to hold back a little, but it was already much better than right after the operation. The injury healed well, just like your other injuries.

“Good, now that the case has been solved, you can start writing the reports,” Gibbs intervened.

What a killjoy, he could have at least let you have fun for a few minutes, you thought with a collective eye roll.

But it didn’t help, the reports had to be written. So you all got to work and were finished by the end of the day.

You wanted to invite Tim and Tony to dinner together, but they disappeared faster than you could blink. “Then not,” you thought, shrugging your shoulders.

During dinner, Jethro and you talked about the case and especially the dog. If it was the victim's dog...what would happen to the poor animal?

"I'm not taking him. I don't want to put another living creature in danger," he immediately protested grumpily.

"Why? Who are you putting in danger?" you asked him worriedly.

He froze and looked at you intently. Then he looked away briefly as if he was considering what to say.

Finally, he looked you straight in the eyes and said sharply: "You."

You looked at him in horror. "No, please don't," you thought in panic. Your heart was pounding so hard with fear that he would push you away that you thought you would faint.

He couldn't live with the guilt. Despite her assurances, he thought he was dangerous to her. She is certainly better off without him.

That thought alone almost tore his heart apart. How was he supposed to live without her? He would be alone in this cold house again and as additional torture he would see her every day without being allowed to touch her.

He felt so miserable and hopeless that he almost cried. But he had to think about her, everything else was unimportant. He had to push her away for her own safety.

...but he hadn't counted on you and your stubbornness, which was in no way inferior to his.

"He's doing it again. He's trying to push me away. I won't let him. I can't and won't let him. He has to finally see that it's not his fault and that we belong together and are good for each other," you thought in desperation.

You had to do something and fight for him and for your relationship - against him if necessary. It was all for the good of the both of you. So you went on the offensive.

You stood up, fixed your gaze on him and almost begged him:

"No, don't do that. You could do that with the others, but not with me!

I won't let you just hide in your shell and push me away.”

You paused for a moment to let him process this. Then you continued:

“Yes, I didn't want to climb that rock because it was too unsafe for me.

Yes, you ordered me to climb up anyway.

And yes, I slipped and fell and you couldn't prevent it.

But you know what?

It was ultimately MY decision to climb up.

It was MY carelessness that I stood too close to the edge and didn't pay enough attention.”

He stood there and just looked at you in silence. In his eyes you could see the storm and the battle within him. He was fighting against the hope that you were right and that there was actually a future for the two of you together. But he didn't want to allow it.

You continued your fight in a whisper:

"And do you know something else?

Thanks to your patience and persistence, I feel better every day and I love you for that.

In my eyes you are a wonderful person. Who sacrifices too much to help and protect others and it is high time that someone protects YOU.

Yes, I am very grateful to you for everything you have done for me and I have fallen in love with you during our time together despite all your rough edges.”

Hope shone in his eyes and made them shine.

“But I don’t want to force you to do anything and especially not out of guilt towards me.

I only ask you one thing:

If you think that one day you might be able to love me as much as I love you, then please give us a chance.

I don’t want anything more.

A chance. Nothing more and nothing less.”

This was your closing argument. You had thrown everything you had into the battle arena. If he were to push you away now, everything would be lost because you had nothing left to convince him of a future together. Everything depended on him now.

What will he do?

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Healing processes - Ch 12

Tony and McGee found you two the next morning, sleeping in a tight embrace on the couch.

You would have liked to sleep a little longer, but Tony's laughter was just too loud. When you slowly opened your eyes, DiNozzo was laughing his ass off and Tim was bright red and looked everywhere but at you.

What could the poor thing be so embarrassed about? Were you naked? You looked down questioningly at yourself... no, you weren't naked. You were wearing sweatpants and a loose shirt with a USMC print from your husband.

Speaking of your husband... you were still lying on him and would have loved to stay there longer. He was such a cozy and warm pillow... oooh, if only you could have slept a little longer.

But then Jethro was already murmuring in your ear: "We have to get up, love. Work is calling."

“Do we really have to?” you asked him sadly. He smiled lovingly at you, rubbed your back up and down and kissed your forehead: “Yes, we have to.”

You sighed in disappointment, but then sat up so that he could sit up, too.

With a brief “I'm taking a quick shower,” Jethro disappeared upstairs while you made coffee for everyone in the kitchen.

When it was ready, you brought the boys their coffee and were pleased to see that Tim's head had returned to its normal color. When he saw you, he paused and stared at you silently and uncertainly, because he didn't know how to deal with you.

“Hey! Elf King! Be careful where you pour your coffee!” Tony suddenly called out. Tim flinched and looked at him sharply. But then he realized that he had almost emptied his cup over the files and put it down.

Just in time to catch yourself as you threw your arms around his neck. Because when DiNozzo called him “Elf King”, a lot of memories suddenly came flooding back. Full of exuberance, you shouted: “You are Tim! Timothy McGee! My wonderful, sweet IT genius Timmy!!! Who plays the Elf King in an online game!”

You hugged him so tightly out of joy that he almost lost his breath. Enthusiastic, you took his face in your hands and looked at him firmly: “I remember you!!! Oh my Gosh, that feels good.”

You were overjoyed and could have hugged the whole world out of joy.

But firstly, not the whole world was available and secondly, Jethro suddenly stood next to you in a pretty bad mood and grumbled: “Keep your hands off her, McGee. The woman belongs to me.”

Oh dear, he looked like he wanted to tear poor Timmy to pieces. Timmy immediately went stiff and let you go out of fear of the boss. Poor guy...but you couldn't help but give him another big hug.

That was probably too much, because Gibbs cleared his throat and pierced you both with his gaze. Laughing, you let go of McGee, turned around, stood on your tiptoes and kissed your husband on the cheek before you ran back to the kitchen, dancing and still laughing happily, to get the coffee for you and Gibbs.

You hoped that this would appease him. Because a bloodbath in the dining room...who's going to clean up the mess?

You felt like you were floating on clouds, because you were a little closer to regaining your full memories. It could happily continue like this.

You had just made the coffee and wanted to go back into the dining room, as Jethro came, put his hand on your lower back, gave you a kiss and took his cup from you.

He sighed: “I'm very happy for you that you remember him. But seeing you together in such a tight embrace... I didn't like it. Besides... I had hoped that you would remember me.”

The poor thing looked so contrite and sad that you pulled him into your arms to comfort him.

You smiled lovingly at him and stroked his cheek: “My wonderful Neanderthal... you know that you are the only one for me.”

You looked deep into each other's eyes and kissed deeply. It was a kiss that said more than a thousand words.

But work was waiting for you. So with a heavy heart you separated and went to the boys.

But Gibbs didn't follow you: "Go ahead, I'll be right after you," he said.

He needed a moment to collect himself, because his whole being was in turmoil. Yes, he acted like a Neanderthal. Seeing you in Tim's arms made his blood boil and made him feel possessive. He had no right to be jealous, but he couldn't help it.

How much he wished that you would remember him and that you really belonged together. But on the other hand... then you would remember that he was your boss... would you even want him anymore?

He lived in a beautiful dream that was both heaven and hell. He asked himself how it would end. Would he finally find a cure for his inner torment or would it destroy him forever?

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Austin Stowell is grateful for the way NCIS: Origins has created space for meaningful — and necessary — discussions about mental health as someone who weathered a personal loss while filming the hit CBS series.

Stowell, 39, opened up to Us Weekly about channeling his own grief while playing Leroy Gibbs in the prequel, saying, “I had to tap into some personal trauma. I lost my father four years ago to suicide and that’s obviously not easy.”

NCIS: Origins set an important example by centering the series around a pivotal point in Gibbs’ life, which paved the way for Stowell to work through his own feelings.

“I get to tap into that all the time and I get to exercise those emotions. I get to revisit them in some ways that four years ago would’ve been too fresh, too much and too emotional for me to touch upon,” he admitted. “I think because I’ve had some time and space, I was more prepared to play this character than I would’ve been four years ago.”

Stowell often would use his own experience for his performance, adding, “It informs me because I have gone through what the stages of grief are like. Certainly through the first 10 episodes that we’ve filmed now, the audience is getting the full gamut of emotion [with Gibbs].”

NCIS: Origins follows a young Gibbs in 1991, years prior to the events of NCIS. Taking over the role originated by Mark Harmon, Stowell had his work cut out for him as NCIS: Origins thrust viewers into a period in Gibbs’ life shortly after the death of his wife and daughter. Gibbs attempts to navigate his new job as a special agent at the NIS Camp Pendleton office while still dealing with losing his loved ones.

“Rage, sadness, grief, regret and glimmers of hope [are all explored on the show.] Those who learn to live with grief and with loss are not moving on from it. You just learn how to live with it,” Stowell explained to Us. “That is very difficult and some people are less comfortable living with it afterwards. But if this show can ease other people’s pain in any way and help them learn to live with it, I would consider that a great success.”

Stowell’s approach to playing this extremely traumatic point in Gibbs’ life has received critical and fan acclaim. But it also required a lot of hard work that often affected Stowell long after he wrapped on an episode.

“Sometimes [the emotional weight of a scene] does [come home with me]. Sometimes I can’t control. It’s not a faucet that I can’t turn it on and off. It just is — and I’ve learned to accept it. I think it makes me a better actor, a better man and a better friend. It makes me a more understanding member of society [because] sometimes people are just having a rough time or having a bad day,” he continued. “It’s helped me be less judgmental and have some head space, as they say. I hope that translates to my work and to the people I work with at the end of the day.”

While reflecting on getting to lead a franchise as successful as NCIS, Stowell expressed how thankful he was for the cast and crew on the show.

“Sure, we make a TV show for the people out there and we absolutely look forward to it and want to share it with them. But the crew that I go to work with every day has a more intimate look at the process and I rely on them to allow me the comfortability and the space to reveal myself,” he noted. “They have my gratitude because they are so there for me all the time. This wonderful and talented crew that we have on this show. They are as responsible as I am for this character because of the comfort that they allow me to play Gibbs.”

Stowell may be playing the main character but he refuses to take most of the credit. He made numerous efforts to highlight how everyone on set deserved the praise despite him being the face of the new show, which has already received a full season order.

“If Mark Harmon were here right now, he would look at me and laugh. He would shake his head and he would say, ‘You don’t know what’s coming.’ I don’t think there is any way to prepare [to lead a show],” he told Us. “I am the man who my mother and father raised me to be. That influence on me has been my greatest tool when handling the workload and the responsibilities that come with playing a character like this with.”

It has at times been “uncomfortable” for Stowell to hear himself be referred to as No. 1 on the call sheet, adding, “I never want to look at it that way. There are times when it’s mentioned on set and I do ask them not to say that. It is us. It is all about this team. Mark Harmon, David J. North, Gina Lucita Monreal and Sean Harmon have done an amazing job at creating a team that has just taken such ownership over this project.”

Stowell recalled how the executive producers weren’t just looking at talent while casting the show. (The series also stars Kyle Schmid, Mariel Molino, Tyla Abercrumbie, Caleb Foote and Diany Rodriguez.)

“They chose [people] because of who they were as human beings. They’re all phenomenal actors and we found exactly the people we wanted to get for these roles. I am so lucky to go to work with the people I go to work with every day,” he shared. “Personally, this is a character that I jump out of bed to play in the morning. I am very honored that I have been tapped to be Gibbs. It means a lot to me and I didn’t expect it to mean so much to me. Just in the first five months, I have grown so much as a human being. I am Gibbs’ biggest fan now. It’s a dream job.”

Despite not seeking out reactions to NCIS: Origins as he remains committed to the day-to-day work, Stowell is hopeful that viewers feel represented on screen. Stowell expressed to Us how NCIS: Origins has potentially paved the way for others to relate to Gibbs’ emotional journey.

“That is something very near and dear to my heart. If we can be the conversation starter — which I think is our job as artists and storytellers. Our job is to be the catalyst for uncomfortable conversations,” he said. “If we can help anyone out there live an easier tomorrow, that would be the greatest gift to me.”

There was a lot of pressure for NCIS: Origins to succeed not just in the shadow of NCIS but as its own story. It has and Stowell is even more motivated to get the show to the finish line as he prepares to film the remaining episodes of season 1.

“It’s my job to keep it going. It’s my responsibility to my fellow actors, to the crew and to the fandom at large. I want to play Gibbs to the best of my ability and not leave any rock unturned,” he told Us. “I don’t want to look back and regret something later on that I could have or I should have. That’s driving me all the time — enough to get a full season order. That’s a nice vote of confidence to say it’s working, but that’s not party time.”

He concluded: “If anything, that means, ‘OK, it’s working so keep it going. Don’t change anything and keep that up.’ We’re putting 300 people to work every day who depend on us to a certain extent. So it would be disrespectful of me not to give it my all.”

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Healing processes - Ch 11

This bath was the most beautiful and relaxing bath you've ever had.

The warm water, the gentle foam... leaning against Jethro's strong chest and embraced by his strong arms... it was a wonderful dream. You haven't felt so comfortable and safe in a long time.

He was definitely right. Bathing is better... but only with him, you thought mischievously.

Much to both of your regrets, the water slowly got cold and as both of your stomachs started to growl, you unfortunately had to leave your little paradise.

Just as Gibbs helped you into the tub, he helped you out again and wrapped you in a warm, cozy bath towel after he himself got out of the tub.

He carefully ran his hands over your body to rub it dry as gently as possible and your injuries thanked him.

He was so tender and considerate...the complete opposite of how he always presents himself, always the tough guy.

And he was so focused on not causing you any pain, no matter how unintentional, that he didn't notice your broad grin. Because of course you couldn't resist taking advantage of his complete lack of protection and his cluelessness.

Unnoticed by him, you stood on tiptoe and surprised him with a loving kiss. But you lost your balance and almost knocked him over, so that he had to take a step back to avoid falling over.

Jethro held you in his arms while you held on to his strong shoulders. With a loving look you whispered: "You are the best nurse I could wish for."

This touched him deep in his heart, where his guilt was still simmering.

He whispered: "...I owe it to you. After all, it was because of me that you fell off the cliff."

He said that so infinitely sadly and doubting himself that it stabbed you right in the heart. He is your hero and you love him with all your heart, which is why it hurt you so incredibly much to see him like that.

“No, stop,” you demanded of him, close to tears.

“Yes, that's how it is. If I hadn't ordered you to climb up…” he continued to insist, shaking his head more and more violently. He was in danger of drowning in his guilt. You couldn't and shouldn't allow that.

With a sharp “…stop,” you interrupted him. He fell silent abruptly and stared at you.

“Yes, you ordered me to climb up, but I went too close to the edge and was careless,” you tried to make him understand that it was an accident. Nothing more and nothing less.

Full of desperation, you put his hand on your heart: “can you feel that?” He nodded.

“I'm alive and I have YOU to thank for that,” you explained to him gratefully and hopefully.

But he refused to accept that it wasn't his fault.

“No, I'm a danger to you,” he insisted, his voice broken, his hand still resting on your heart.

How could you make him understand that it wasn't his fault? And how was it possible to ease his mental anguish?

It hurt you to see him suffering so much and full of self-doubt.

You gently cupped his cheek and spoke softly:

“No, you're not. Quite the opposite. YOU were the one who convinced me to come back. YOU and your unwavering love and support that filled my heart with warmth...if it hadn't been for YOU, I would have given up.”

He kissed you gently and pulled you into a tight embrace. “I wouldn't know what to do without you,” he whispered.

With your head leaning against his chest, you listened to his steady, strong heartbeat and replied: “I wouldn't know either.”

After a few seconds of silence he cleared his throat: “Come on, let's get dressed and eat something. I'm already dry now.”

The moment of peace was over.

He quickly got you both dressed, then left the bathroom, went into the living room and ordered Chinese food.

When you came downstairs, he had already set the dining table and shortly afterwards the delivery man arrived.

You were absolutely surprised: “Wow, how did you manage that?”

Jethro grinned and replied with a wink: “I know the cook.”

The food smelled delicious and you ate everything with pleasure. The dishes were also quickly done, so you could finally end the day.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, snuggled up close to each other and turned on an old western.

But neither of you watched it, because it was so pleasantly cozy that you fell asleep arm in arm. Both of you smiling contentedly in your sleep and dreaming of a wonderful life together.

...at least part of the night, because while you slept exhausted in his arms (which was important for your healing), Gibbs lay awake half the night trying to fight his demons.

Were you really right? Was it really just an accident and was he really no danger to you?

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The Neverending Kiss - Chapter 1

Tony was back from his undercover mission and was boasting about his outstanding kissing skills that made every woman melt.

You couldn't help but laugh out loud. His ego was undoubtedly very big and what he said was certainly only half true.

"So, you don't believe me?" he said insulted and came towards you with a threatening grin.

"Yes, yes, yes, definitely!" you quickly replied and took a step back. But you couldn't go any further back because you were already leaning on your desk.

He came closer and closer, grabbed your waist, pulled you possessively towards him, looked you in the eyes and said confidently: "I'll prove it to you."

Then he kissed you briefly but passionately. And you had to admit, he was really good.

At that moment Gibbs came into the office and ordered threateningly: "DiNozzo! Stop the artificial respiration or I'll send you to the desert to count grains of sand!"

That was interesting...if Tony didn't know better, he would say that the boss was jealous!

As a good investigator, he had to get to the bottom of it. And since he wasn't kissing you anymore, but was still holding you in his arms, he just kissed you again.

Then he let you go and you licked your lips while you looked at him. So that's what it was like to be kissed by Tony...not bad. He clearly knew what he was doing.

DiNozzo grinned at you broadly and smugly and only now did you notice out of the corner of your eye that your usually so composed boss was showing emotions and he was obviously pissed off.

He stood up, pushed Tony aside and said: "I'll show you how it's done".

He put his hand softly around your neck and gently touched your lips with his for a moment, as if he was asking for permission.

When you answered, he placed his lips fully on yours and pulled you to him by the waist.

Your kiss became more and more intense. His hand moved from your hips to your ribs and your arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer to you.

Breathing? Who needs that when you're kissed so hotly and intensely? You wished he would never stop and you forgot everything around you.

This man, this kiss... blew you away and your carefully hidden feelings for him came to the surface with force.

His tongue gently stroked your lower lip and asked for entry, which you granted with a moan. It immediately began to dance with yours and fight for dominance.

Oh my Gosh, no man had ever kissed you so intensely. Your knees went weak and threatened to give way. Luckily, you were able to hold on to his strong shoulders.

But in your eyes he ended your kiss and your embrace far too soon. He turned to Tony and said firmly: “See, that’s how it’s done!”

You were struggling to breathe and felt dizzy and fuzzy. You had no idea what had just happened and tried to collect yourself while Gibbs, cool as ever, walked back to his desk as if nothing had happened.

Your heart, your body and your entire being were ablaze and yearning for him… and he just sat there and stared at his screen.

You were speechless and you couldn’t believe it!

How could he carry on working completely untouched after a kiss like that??!!

But of course, he must have done something like that countless times during his undercover missions.

Frustrated, disappointed and almost on the verge of tears, you turned around without saying a word and fled into one of the observation rooms, which was fortunately empty.

Luckily it was quiet and semi-dark here, so no one could see your tears. You leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until your butt touched the floor. Then you put your arms around your knees and let your tears flow freely.

But you were wrong, very wrong.

Gibbs was anything but calm. It took him almost inhuman strength to end the kiss, to let go of you and to move away from you.

He stared at the monitor without really seeing anything. His whole insides were in turmoil and practically screamed to go to you and continue where you left off.

He would love nothing more than to do that, but how would you react? Although...where were you? His eyes searched the office, but you were nowhere to be seen.

That worried him. Was everything okay? Was something wrong?

He went looking for you and he found you. Crouched in a corner in the observation room like a heap of misery. Your shoulders shook in the rhythm of your bitter sobs.

He sighed, closed the door and locked it so that no one could disturb you. He slowly walked over to you and sat down next to you in silence.

He put his arm around you, pulled you close and waited.

You were shaking all over, but you let it happen. His scent of soap, coffee and sawdust and his closeness were the most calming thing you could imagine.

“What's wrong?” he wanted to know. 

“It's all good,” you sniffed and tried to get away from him, but he held you tight and answered “It doesn't look like it.”

You shook your head and stood up in silence and quietly walked towards the door, saying “It's okay.”

Gibbs sighed and shook his head. That was a blatant lie and you both knew it. So he also stood up and stood in front of the door.

If you wanted to leave the room, you had to go past him and he would only allow that if you talked to him.

“So, what's wrong?” he tried again.

You just looked at your feet in silence.

He sighed: "We'll stay here until you talk to me and tell me what's wrong - no matter how long that takes," he announced.

There was no escape. You hastily thought of what excuse you could give him, but he would see through them all.

He looked at his watch - you had been in here for 30 minutes and he was beginning to doubt that you would answer him.

But he had to know. How else could he help you? How else could he find peace when he knew full well that you weren't well?

He started again and spoke gently: "You know… I'm here to help you. We're all family and you can tell me anything. No matter what it is."

He hoped so much that you would let him help you. But you just laughed bitterly: "I can't tell you."

He slowly walked towards you and whispered: "Why not?" “Because you're my boss.”

Now he was standing right in front of you, not even a meter away from you: “I'm your friend, too.” You just looked at him in silence.

He took you by the shoulders and asked you: “I'm standing here as your friend who wants to help you. And I ask you, tell me what’s bothering you so that I can be there for you.”

He didn't let up, like a dog that has bitten down on a bone. You had no choice, you had to tell him and you could only hope that he wouldn't throw you out.

So you took a deep breath and gathered all your courage. With your gaze fixed on his worried sky-blue eyes, you finally said: "Our kiss is the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced and I want to do it again and again and I wish that you would never stop kissing me and more than that. I want you completely, with all your rough edges and I know that that's not possible and you don't want that..."

You didn't get any further, because your torrent of words was suddenly interrupted by Gibbs, who pressed his lips briefly and hard against yours.

When he pulled away from you you could only look at him in surprise, which he immediately took advantage of in his own nervousness to steal another kiss from you.

Breathlessly, he whispered softly: "I love you too and share your wishes. So let's go to my place and finish what we started. And then we'll start our new life together."

"But what about rule number 12?" you asked.

He grinned mischievously, kissed you and answered: "Which rule number 12?"

He wanted to jump for joy, but there was time for that later, if you weren't both too exhausted... he thought suggestively with clear scenes in his mind.

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Healing processes - Ch 10

In the morning came the next challenge: showering with a cast. Bathing would have been easier, but the heat of the water made the dizziness and headache worse.

Of course, this led to arguments, as both you and Jethro were stubborn and each wanted to assert his opinion.

Gibbs insisted that it would be safer if you bathed and you insisted that you wanted to shower.

In the end, you won - but only because he gave in.

Sighing and shaking his head, he wrapped a plastic bag around your injured arm so that the cast wouldn't get wet and helped you undress.

He tried not to look at you and your beautiful body too much, but it cost him almost inhuman willpower. After all, he was just a man who wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and never let go.

The irony of it was not lost on him. Since he was your husband in your mind, this was completely normal for you and you would most likely allow it. But as great as the temptation was...he had to hold back.

He couldn't give in to his desires. He couldn't take advantage of your situation. He also wanted you to know who he was and know his name when you were in his arms.

At the prospect of having to go through this torture at least once a day in the near future, he rolled his eyes internally.

He didn't think he would be able to keep his hands off you, but if he actually managed to do it, he would definitely be canonized.

After he had helped you, you showered and he went to the kitchen to make coffee. After a few minutes, he came back and helped you get dressed. Then he took a quick shower himself.

During breakfast, Ducky, Tim and Tony arrived, as Gibbs had declared his dining room the new headquarters. They will work from here so that he could help you if necessary. Doctor Mallard could also examine you as the doctor at the hospital requested.

You looked at the three men with interest. One after the other introduced themselves to you with their names and jobs at NCIS. It was a strange feeling. They seemed familiar and you felt that you could trust them, but you didn't know where to put them. But Jethro trusts them, so you can trust them too.

And since your recovery was the most important thing to everyone, the friendly older gentleman and you went into the guest room shortly after he arrived, where he examined you thoroughly.

"How are you?" he asked.

"The headache and dizziness are still terrible, but they're getting better. The pain in my arm and the bruises are also getting less. Unfortunately, my memory for people is still failing me," you told him.

He examined your injuries carefully and then said:

“Hm, everything looks good and seems to be healing well. The aorta suture is holding too. As of now, everything is fine. I think we just need a little patience and it will be fine.”

You looked at him in frustration. He laughed briefly and started to tell you: “That reminds me of…”

He didn’t get any further because you suddenly cried out happily: “Ducky!!! Our dear, good, old Ducky! Pathologist at NCIS and old friend of Jethro…Ducky, who always tells wonderful stories! I remember you!!!”

You fell into each other’s arms with joy. That was good news, which you immediately told the others when you came back into the dining room.

Out of joy, you threw your arms around Jethro and kissed him, almost knocking him over. Ducky watched you with a satisfied smile, Tim looked at the files in front of him with red cheeks and embarrassed, and Tony grinned broadly.

For the rest of the day you went through the files in search of clues as to what happened to the poor man in the park, but so far, unfortunately, without success.

Towards the evening, Gibbs sent everyone home and he himself seemed exhausted. Of course he was, neither of you had slept the night before.

“Come on. Let's take a bath. It will do us both good,” you suggested lovingly.

Your look was disarming and he didn't have the strength to say “no”.

He let you take his hand and lead you into the bathroom. Like in the morning, he packed up the cast, then undressed you both and got into the tub before helping you in.

You sat down in front of him and leaned your head on his shoulder while he gently stroked your back and finally hugged you.

For a long time you just enjoyed each other's company and the warmth of the water in silence.

After a while you sighed:

“You know, you are my hero. You care for me patiently, sacrificially and lovingly despite your own torment...

...You help me to fill in the gaps in my memory and in doing so you give me a new life...

...I love you and am always there for you, no matter what your name is. For me you are called "darling" and that is completely sufficient, because that is the main thing."

Gibbs had to swallow hard. Your words were wonderful and echoed inside him. What had he done to deserve this?

He had no idea, but he hoped with all his heart that he would never wake up from this wonderful dream.

But he wanted you to know his name. To know who was with you. And so he whispered softly: "Jethro. My name is Jethro."

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Going into NCIS: Origins, we knew about Gibbs’ (Austin Stowell) and Franks’ (Kyle Schmid) long history. We’ve gotten a taste of it just over the first four episodes of the NCIS prequel. But in the show’s upcoming Christmas episode, airing on December 16, we’ll get even more of it.

In “Blue Bayou,” as Gibbs prepares for his first Christmas without his wife and daughter, flashbacks reveal the unlikely journey that led to his first day on the job as a special agent at NIS’ Camp Pendleton office working with Mike Franks and Lala (Mariel Molino).

“Gibbs, Gibbers, I love him. He makes more trouble for me than I’d like, but I think the best part about the relationship as it grows is the fact that we kind of know where it ends up, but we potentially have 10 years of geography to navigate that gets us from A to B,” Schmid tells TV Insider. “We’re really just at the beginning. This is the tip of the iceberg. There’s so much story to tell, and Austin is so damn good at playing Gibbs. At this point in his life, he’s so emotional. So Austin’s a great actor. It’s a pleasure to go to work with him every day. And it’s exciting to see what he brings to the stage when we go to put these things up because you never know what you’re going to get and that’s exactly what you want.”

It’s a “constantly evolving” relationship, with key moments coming in the Christmas episode. That “is going to be a really cool snapshot that unveils a lot of the how and why of what transpires that convinces Franks to take Gibbs into his life and give him a second shot,” previews Schmid. “And I think that moment in their relationship is so important because without it, there would be no future for anything. And so this is such a pivotal episode because it explains the catalyst of what gives us the future of Franks and Gibbs.”

The fifth episode airs on November 4, and the cast is filming the 10th, but already, they’re connected to their characters. “Austin and I work in such a way that when we start talking about our characters, they’re so close to who we are and we kind of take on these roles, these responsibilities, and these lives that it just feels so human and vulnerable to talk about why,” Schmid explains. “It’s almost like asking you what happened yesterday in your life that made you want to wake up this morning and you’re just like, wow, what a loaded question. We’ve fallen in love with these characters and these people that I think there’s just this kind of external weight that comes along.”

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Healing processes - Ch 9

After describing the situation, Doctor Archer turned around and went to check on his other patients.

Gibbs, on the other hand, went back to you to tell you the result of his conversation with the doc.

“Hello, love,” he greeted you and kissed your temple.

“They're keeping you here overnight for observation. We can go home tomorrow morning.”

You threw your arms up in joy and almost hit him with the cast, but he was just able to dodge.

“Hey! Be careful what you do with that thing!” came his loud protest, pointing to your cast-covered arm. But the situation was so abstract that you both burst into loud laughter.

Unfortunately, your damaged ribs and the surgical scar didn't like that so much, which is why the pain suddenly increased and you curled up.

Jethro was immediately at your side to help you, but you pushed him away with the words: “It’s all good, but laughing is probably not ideal at the moment.”

“No, you should avoid that for the next few days,” he confirmed and pulled the empty bed that was next to yours towards you with a loud squeak.

You watched him in silence. When the other bed was finally next to yours, Gibbs sat down on it, took off his shoes and laid down next to you. Safe, secure and content, pressed against his strong chest, you now laid next to each other and were both lost in your thoughts.

“The doctors and nurses won’t like that you’re just moving the furniture around like that,” you said at some point, half asleep.

“Oh, they’ll have to go through that. They should dare to say something,” he sighed thoughtfully.

It was wonderful to hold you in his arms, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the accident. He almost lost you - and it was his own fault.

This knowledge tormented him extremely. Above all, it opened up the wound of his family's murder as if it had only happened yesterday.

He had the feeling that he was being torn apart inside and couldn't live with himself at the moment.

In your sleep, you felt his tension and slowly began to stroke his stomach and chest soothingly until he finally fell asleep too.

The next morning, you were checked over again. Around noon, you were allowed to go home. However, you were instructed to stay at home and take it easy.

When you arrived at Gibbs' house, you laid down on the couch because the journey had been very tiring. He then went shopping, prepared the guest room for you and cooked dinner.

Since you remembered the case, you looked at the photos of the crime scene in the hope that you would find clues. But the headache was so bad that you couldn't really concentrate and had to give up after a short while.

After a cozy dinner together by candlelight, Jethro cleaned up the kitchen, did the dishes and then you two cuddled up on the couch and watched an old western.

It was so nice that you fell asleep almost immediately. After the film ended, you were still asleep, so he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the guest room.

After that, he went to the other side of the hall into his own bedroom and laid down to rest himself. If you needed his help, he would be close at hand.

What still amazed him as you fell asleep was that you believed him without hesitation that your cast and the fact that you had almost hit him with it the day before was the reason you slept in separate rooms.

You were sleeping quietly and peacefully when suddenly a scream rang out through the night. Someone called your name in horror and panic. The blood froze in your veins, but you got up anyway, determined to find out what was going on.

There. Again, someone called your name loudly. It was Gibbs and you immediately went into his room. But what you saw shocked you deeply. He, the normally self-confident man, was rolling around in bed, thrashing around and calling your name over and over as loudly as he could. He was obviously caught in a nightmare.

You went to him and woke him up carefully. He looked around in shock. Everything was fine, he was home and you were obviously alive and fortunately by his side.

“I'm alive, everything is fine,” you tried to calm him down in a gentle voice.

He held you tightly. Still half caught up in his dream, he whispered full of fear and regret: “I almost killed you and I couldn't help you. Just like Shannon and Kelly.”

Who is that? You had never heard those names before. But that didn't matter. Now you had to somehow calm him down and so you held him tightly in your arms.

After he had regained control of his senses, he stood up and got dressed. He had to do something with his hands to suppress the nightmare and the memories. That has always helped so far - at least for a short time.

Sitting on the bed, you watched him and asked worriedly: “Where are you going?”

He ignored you, put on his shoes and replied:

“To the basement. Working on the boat.”

“Fine, I'll come with you,” you decided and tried to get up.

Jethro turned around: “No, you won't do that. I want to be alone and think,” he replied firmly.

Oops, what was that? He tried to push you away...you couldn't let that happen. That wasn't good for him, because otherwise he would bury it deep inside himself never to talk about it. 

You made up your mind: “My darling, you're not the only one of us who is stubborn. If you don't want to talk about it...fine. But I won't let you hide away."

You stared at each other in silence and waited for the other's next move. The air was thick and very tense, but you didn't let up.

"I'll take a book and sit quietly next to you."

He took a breath to contradict, but you were quicker: "Don't you dare contradict me. The doctor says I can't get upset, so come."

He looked at you in silence, then sighed and helped you get up and dressed.

Then he took you in his arms and kissed you briefly. He wasn't used to someone insisting so vehemently on helping him that he even fought against him, and he was very grateful to you for that, because that showed your affection for him. But the fact that he even allowed that to happen also showed his affection for you.

So you both went down to the kitchen, made coffee and finally went to the basement.

There you sat down on a chair and read your book while he worked on his boat.

You were both lost in thought and he noticed that as much as he resisted...it was good for him that you insisted on staying with him and were now with him as a kind of silent support - always ready to talk to him about anything if he wanted to.

Who knows, maybe he will do that at some point and his soul will finally find peace. Maybe he was finally no longer alone and would manage to open up to someone else and be happy again.

(To be continued in Chapter 10.)

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Who's Dracula? - Ch 3

Back in the lab...

...you sat down at your desk and started further research.

While you were waiting, you couldn't help but stare at the monitor and thought absentmindedly about who Dracula was and where you would finally find him.

But you had already searched all the offices and asked everyone you knew - unfortunately to no avail. No sign of the new colleague. It was really very strange. He had disappeared off the face of the earth. But what really bothered you was that he seemed very familiar to you, even though you had never seen him before.

Abby looked at you now and then, amused and also pitying, and thought to herself: "If you only knew that Dracula is nearer than you think..."

But her thoughts were interrupted by a visitor, because Gibbs came by to check on you both.

Abby was standing at her spectrometer and was the embodiment of happiness, while you sat in the office, sad, dejected and lost in thought, with your head resting on your hands and staring straight ahead.

That was completely unusual for you.

He went to Abby and asked worriedly with a nod in your direction: “What's wrong with her? Is everything OK?”

Abby looked at him and sighed: “She met Dracula yesterday and really wants to see him again, but she can't find him.”

They both grinned broadly and winked at each other. He nodded, kissed her on the temple and left. But you didn't notice any of that.

The next thing you knew was Abby speaking to you gently: “You're totally depressed that you can't find him, aren't you?”

You looked up at her with a sigh: “Yes, he has disappeared off the face of the earth. And what is bothering me even more is that he seems so familiar to me.”

Abby smiled at you: “Maybe I can help.”

You looked up at her sadly: “Thank you, that’s nice of you. But I’m afraid no one can help me.”

“Hm, I think I know him…let me try.”

She smiled encouragingly at you. It was so infectious and comforting that you couldn’t help but return her smile.

“Very well, tell me.”

She beamed: “I think I know him.”

“And who is it?”

Abby cheered and jumped for joy because her plan seemed to be working.

With a broad smile she looked at you and said conspiratorially with narrowed eyes: “Come here this evening and you'll see. And…put on something nice.”

She winked and went back to her equipment. Somehow you had the feeling that she knew more than she was saying. A lot more. But well, you would find out in a few hours.

After work, you were quite nervous and excited, so you put on a short, tight-fitting black dress and drove back to the lab.

Abby had apparently not gone home in the meantime, because not only was she there, she was also still wearing the same clothes.

“Wow, you look amazing!” she exclaimed as she came towards you excitedly.

You hugged each other, laughing. When you separated, you noticed something in her hand.

“Thank you. But what do you have in your hand?”

She grinned: “That’s a black, opaque half mask. Put it on!” 

“But then I won't see anything,” you argued, irritated.

“Put it on and let yourself be surprised. Nothing will happen to you, I guarantee it. You couldn't be safer.”

With a sigh, you finally agreed. Whatever she had planned...she wouldn't let anything happen to you.

And as soon as you had agreed, she shouted “Great!” and put the mask on you.

Then she spoke gently: “I'm leaving now. Just stay here. I swear, nothing you don't want will happen to you.”

You could only nod at that, because your excitement and nervousness rose immeasurably.

Suddenly you heard quiet music. Someone had turned on music, but who? There was nothing to be heard except the sounds of the song.

This music sounded familiar to you. "Yes...Dracula and I danced to that music at the party!" you noticed in surprise. Was he here?

Then you felt someone take your hand in his and your other hand was placed on a strong and muscular male chest. The other hand of the person opposite you was gently placed on your back.

You slowly started to dance. Neither of you said a word, but the way he held you, his large, calloused but still gentle hands seemed so familiar to you... your unknown dancer could only be your Dracula.

Hope of finally seeing him again and finding out who he is rose in you.

But instead of aftershave like at the party, he smelled of soap and...was that sawdust?

Your heartbeat quickened and your thoughts raced...

But instead of him releasing you from all of your questions and introducing himself to you, he kissed you gently again.

You couldn't help but return the kiss - it was simply wonderful and it was marvelous to lie in his arms.

Now you were sure - it was definitely your Dracula.

He felt your consent to his approach, pulled you closer to him and deepened the kiss while cautiously removing your mask.

He carefully broke your kiss and waited for you to open your eyes.

For a few seconds you still reveled in the wonderful feeling of his lips on yours...

...then you finally opened your eyes, which grew bigger and bigger in amazement. In disbelief you could only ask one word: "You?"

He laughed. Dracula laughed. But no, it wasn't Dracula. In front of you stood another "Prince of Darkness"...Leroy Jethro Gibbs!!!

You still couldn't believe it. Here he stood in a black suit and white shirt. He held you safely in his arms and laughed. But he also seemed a little nervous.

Your brain slowly came to the realization that Dracula and Gibbs were one and the same person. Of course he looked familiar to you, he was your boss after all!

And Abby was right, nothing would happen to you. You couldn't be safer. 

But you needed his confirmation of your suspicion and asked him: “You were Dracula, the one I danced with at the Halloween party?”

He smiled and answered quietly: “Yes.”

That stunning smile that makes your knees go weak…you should have recognized him by that.

But something irritated you: “Why?”

He laughed briefly and stroked your cheek: “I wanted to spend time with you privately. Without any hierarchies or anything else.”

You couldn’t follow him: “But you did that without a disguise.”

He sighed: “Yes, but that way not everyone was watching us and I could enjoy the time with you without restrictions.”

Aha, okay. That made sense, but one question remained: “How did you manage to take off your disguise so quickly?”

He grinned with pride at his successful plan: “I had help…from Abby.”

Now you knew…that’s why Abby was able to help you and knew that nothing would happen to you. Of course not, because Gibbs would never hurt you.

There was still one question left: “And now?”

“And now?” He repeated your question and paused.

Then he continued:

“The evening with you was wonderful. This evening today is wonderful…and if you haven’t noticed yet…I’ve fallen in love with you and want to get to know you better.”

He paused again. He was visibly nervous, looking from you to his shoes and back to you.

Looking deep into your eyes, he then whispered: “Will you give me a chance?”

How could you resist that look? It made you melt in seconds. You looked at him with a challenging grin: “You know that cute puppy dog ​​look is irresistible.”

You paused and laughed when you saw his mischievous grin. Then you continued: “But you won't believe it...I've fallen in love with you too...without your disguise.”

His eyes shone with joy and smiling happily, you finally answered his question with a tender, whispered: “Yes!”

The End

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Healing processes - Ch 8

Doctor Archer's heart melted at your loving explanation and when he saw Gibbs' equally loving look in your direction, he thought: "So beautifully warm and heartwarming...this is something really great with these two..."

In the hard, stressful and sometimes painful everyday life of a doctor, such moments were unfortunately rare, but all the more valuable for that and he wished you all the luck in the world.

However, there was still the problem of your injuries and that you apparently had memory problems.

"Can I speak to you outside for a moment?" asked the doctor Jethro.

Gibbs nodded in agreement: "Of course."

Turning to you, he said reassuringly: "We'll be right back, don't worry."

He squeezed your hand, kissed your forehead and followed the doctor out of the room.

What did the two of them have to talk about that they couldn't discuss in your presence? Hopefully it was nothing serious and hopefully they would inform you about their conversation afterwards.

You didn't like secrecy and the behavior of the two men worried you a lot. You usually only did that when there was bad news - very bad.

Out in the hallway, Gibbs and Doctor Archer retreated to a quiet corner to talk.

While Archer was still thinking about how best to phrase his question, Jethro asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"

He looked at the doctor challengingly. Why didn't he speak up? Was his diagnosis so catastrophic? Gradually his blood pressure rose and he became angry. If the man didn't speak up soon, he would...

But before Gibbs could see red and attack Archer, the medic began to report:

"The operation went well. Her vital signs ​​are good considering the circumstances. The bruises on her ribs and the broken arm will heal with time."

Then he fell silent. “Yes. And?” his counterpart asked impatiently and seethed.

If Archer didn’t tell him what was going on soon, Gibbs would give him hell until he no longer knew who he was.

The doctor carefully began again: “What is your relationship with the patient?”

Gibbs looked at him in disbelief, but then answered his question: “She works on my team.”

Archer looked at him: “Is that all?”

Was he serious?!

Gibbs was close to exploding. He narrowed his eyes and asked: “What do you mean?”

The doctor blushed and became very nervous because of Jethro’s visible aggressiveness.

“Well…what I mean…is…”

“Yeeeees…?” Gibbs demanded.

“What I mean is…” the poor doctor began again and your boss swore inwardly that he would beat it out of him if he didn’t talk soon.

Archer took a deep breath and started again: “What I mean is...are you two a couple or are you having an affair?”

Gibbs looked at him in silence for a long time and then answered disappointedly: “No.”

“Then she goes by her feelings,” Archer stated.

The danger was averted. Your boss moved away and was noticeably calmer again. “She declared her love to you and called you her husband. Probably because she has very deep feelings for you...and if I may be so bold as to say so...you probably feel the same way about her.”

Gibbs nodded silently.

Archer also nodded and said with relief: “Good, because I need your help and she needs it too.”

Interested, Jethro asked: “What can I do?”

“That's the hard part. That means: take on the role she sees you in. Play her husband and support her in regaining her memory as best you can,” the doctor demanded.

Gibbs reacted with reservation and then said: “I would do everything necessary to help and support her. But I'm not sure if I'm the right person for that. I almost killed her.”

Archer sighed and nodded understandingly. He had two patients here. One with various injuries and memory loss and the other with very strong feelings of guilt. He had a lot of work ahead of him.

But who knows, maybe you could help each other?

Confidently, he patted Jethro on the shoulder and said: “You didn't kill her. She's alive and I can guarantee you that she will continue to live.”

Gibbs looked at him hopefully, but silently.

So Archer continued: “You have already helped her. And above all, you have already saved her - by staying with her and talking to her tirelessly until she woke up again.”

Your boss wanted to protest, but the doctor didn't let him: “She said it herself. It was YOUR eyes and YOUR voice that she saw and heard in her deep unconsciousness and that made her wake up.”

Archer tried to encourage him and gave it his all. He hoped very much that he would be successful. Helping you recover and supporting you will certainly help Jethro to process and overcome his feelings of guilt.

Meanwhile, Gibbs thought about the man's words. And he was right. You said that it was him that you saw and heard in your dreams. Now that was something!

Maybe he could do something good and help you get well again. And with a lot of luck, there was still hope for a cure for his poor, tormented and battered soul.

With hope in his heart, he finally turned to the doctor: "When can she go home?"

Archer nodded contentedly. That was a good sign. "We'll keep an eye on her overnight. You can pick her up tomorrow."

Gibbs nodded: "Good, I'll pick her up tomorrow morning and bring her to my house. She's been with me often enough that she knows her way around and feels comfortable there."

Archer grinned broadly and confidently, everything would be fine...for both of you. You still had a rocky road ahead of you, but he was firmly convinced that you would manage it together.

To your boss he said simply: “Okay, see you tomorrow then.”

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The fourth episode of CBS’ NCIS: Origins revolved around a little girl who went missing after witnessing a murder. The search for, and then bonding with, the young lass understandably got Gibbs reflecting on the tragic loss of his daughter Kelly, in the same car crash that killed his wife Shannon.

Gibbs specifically flashed back to a moment earlier in the year 1991 when, while wrapping his Desert Storm tour in Kuwait, he first got the news of his family’s murder. So bereft was Gibbs, he aimlessly sauntered across the desert base while it was under attack, as enemy missiles landed and exploded him.

Was looking back on that seminal moment the last of such Gibbs flashbacks, bringing that tragic part of his story full circle, in a way? Or will NCIS: Origins continue to dot even more i’s and cross additional t’s regarding Gibbs’ pre-NIS time?

“The flashbacks are going to continue,” co-showrunner Gina Lucita Monreal tells TVLine. “Part of the DNA of the show is that we want to show how our characters got to the place where we meet them, so we’re really interested in showing these stories that reveal the ‘making of’ these characters.”

Monreal, who showruns NCIS: Origins with David J. North, says that while longtime viewers of the NCIS mothership may be able to guess some of the big moments the prequel spinoff will flashback to, the lead-up to and context for those story beats could surprise.

“We know the tentpoles from OG show that are in Gibbs’ past,” she says, “but I think we’ve packed some pretty good surprises as to how we get from one tentpole to the next.”

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Who's Dracula? - Ch 2

The party was great and you all had a lot of fun - even Gibbs! It's hard to believe. Unfortunately, you didn't see Dracula again, and neither did anyone else, and no one had any idea who it could have been.

Now you were lying in your bed and couldn't sleep, because you couldn't stop thinking about him.

Dancing with Gibbs was like floating on clouds and it was wonderful to lie in his arms and be led across the dance floor by him, but dancing with Dracula was also fantastic.

But who was he?

You had never seen him before, but everything about him still seemed familiar to you.

It was nerve-racking and sleep was out of the question.

Your thoughts just wouldn't stop circling around your mysterious dancer. He was tall, muscular, silent and his smile was stunning. He seemed strong, but led you very gently through the dances. With these characteristics he had a certain resemblance to the boss, how could you have overlooked someone like that?

Since you couldn't sleep anyway, you finally got up with a sigh, took a shower, made yourself a coffee and finally drove to the lab.

Your colleague and best friend Abby should also be arriving soon and then you could talk in detail about the previous evening.

And indeed, as soon as you arrived, Abby came into the lab and ran straight towards you. Completely excited and totally beside herself, she asked you: "So? Tell me. How was the party? It was the best party ever, don't you think?"

"Yes! It was incredible!" you agreed immediately.

"Absolutely! Even Gibbs was there!" Abby exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Oh yes, and he even danced with me," you said with a mischievous grin. And then it came:

"And I met someone. He must be a new colleague. He was tall, had brown eyes, shoulder-length brown hair, was dressed as Dracula and dancing with him was like floating on clouds....”

Your facial expression was absolutely excited and dreamy as you described it and Abby jumped and danced for joy because she was in the know and knew who he was, but she hadn't told you yet.

Instead, she asked you to bring test results up to the team, because she had to supervise a test and the colleagues urgently needed the results.

When you arrived at the office, only Tony was sitting there. The rest hadn't arrived yet.

“Hey Tony, did you go through being here at this time?” you greeted him.

He laughed: “Sure, how do you know that?”

With a wink, you leaned over his desk and answered with a wink: “From experience.”

Then Tony put on his winning smile and asked:

“Well, how was your dance with the Prince of Darkness?”

“It was wonderful, just fantastic!” you raved to him uninhibitedly. That was a godsend for him. He also leaned in your direction, grinned lasciviously and said: “Oh, you like bad boys. Do you want to tell Uncle Doctor about it?”

You simply couldn't pass up this opportunity to annoy him. You took his tie and slowly let it slide through your hands. Seductively you whispered in his ear: “Oh yesssss. You know, when I'm lying alone in my bed at night and have nothing on but my lingerie, I wish that...”

You didn't get any further, because suddenly you both got a head-slap along with the grim question: “Don't you have anything to do?”

Gibbs was standing behind you and seemed anything but enthusiastic and after you both turned to him, he gave you a stern look.

“Gibbs…” you started, but he left you standing there, went to his desk, sat down and started reading a file.

You looked to Tony for help, but he turned to his computer and muttered in an insulted tone: “So much for the Prince of Darkness. That person definitely knows Gibbs and has taken him as a role model.”

That made you laugh again. The similarities were not lost on you and Gibbs as Dracula? It really couldn't be more fitting.

The idea itself was actually interesting. The always taciturn but attractive and at the same time mysterious Dracula and on the other hand Gibbs... yes, the analogy was something.

At least it distracted you for a moment from pondering who your mysterious dancer was.

But you almost forgot to hand in the test results and since the boss was there by now, you went to him, handed him the papers with a smile and then walked towards the elevator to the lab...

... and unnoticed by you, two steel blue eyes followed you, watching you closely.

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