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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."

(To be continued in Chapter 11.)

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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.”

(To be continued in Chapter 9.)

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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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The Artifact

Fulfilling the wish for a magic story for a most wonderful person, hope you like it.

What kind of artifact was that? It was a round black ball that shone seductively in the light, but nothing more.

But there had to be something special about it. The master had traveled a long time to find it and had to fight many other magicians for it, but he insisted that this was better for all of humanity.

One thing was clear: the ball must not fall into the wrong hands, because then the gates to hell would open, but it actually seemed quite harmless.

Then Luca heard a quiet singing. He looked around in confusion. What was that? And where did it come from? He couldn't understand the singing, but it was tempting.

Luca simply had to find out where the melody was coming from. He listened intently. There! It came from the direction where the ball lay in its vessel.

Step by step he approached it and slowly got goosebumps. Hopefully the master didn't see him. There would certainly be trouble, if he caught him anywhere near the ball.

But the apprentice couldn’t help it. It felt as if he had been enchanted and captured by the ball, and with every step this feeling grew stronger.

Then he finally stood in front of it. He carefully took it in both hands and it came to life. Lightning flashed inside the artifact and black clouds of mist wafted through the glass.

And then he saw them: magicians fighting each other with powerful and less powerful spells. The artifact was always the object of the fight.

The fighters were light and dark, probably good and evil, he assumed. And then there were the gray ones, who only fought for their own profit. To sell the artifact to the highest bidder after victory.

There, he knew one of the magicians...it was his master! He looked up at him angrily, said a magic spell, made a hand gesture and then a bright lightning flashed, blinding Luca. After that, everything went black.

When he came to, he looked around. The area...looked like the one in the artifact and Master Enzo was standing over him.

"What did I order you to do?!" he thundered.

"To stay away from the ball," he answered meekly.

"Yes! And now look what you have done. Now you are trapped in this world, too." He walked away, snorting with anger.

They were trapped in the artifact? He had to let that sink in first.

But that was just the beginning of his adventure...as he was to find out.

Because he had barely managed to collect himself when the master called out: "Luca! Stop lying around so lazily and get up!"

He quickly got up and ran to Master Enzo. “Sorry, master,” he said sheepishly with his head bowed.

Enzo just snorted. That didn't help either. Now not only was he in danger, but also his unsuspecting apprentice.

“We're not safe here,” he grumbled into his beard and quickened his pace. Luca was now having trouble following him and ran alongside him as fast as he could. “But master...” he spoke to him, hoping to get an explanation, but the old man ignored him.

Instead, he turned into a small side street whose houses were already half-ruined and long since abandoned. What were they doing here?

Enzo finally stopped at the last house on the street, looked around carefully, opened the front door and quickly pulled Luca inside.

Before he knew what was happening to him, he stopped abruptly in the dusty, single room. His master's eyes glowed yellow with anger and he was obviously having trouble controlling himself.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID?!” thundered the teacher's rough, age-tanned voice.

With wide eyes, Luca shook his head fearfully: "No, master."

The glow dimmed slightly, so the anger subsided a little. The student thought with relief.

"You put us both in danger. This is not a safe place," the old man snapped at him.

"But...but master...the glass ball was singing," the boy reported desperately, hoping for leniency.

At that moment, the door they had just come through burst open with a loud bang and a large dark figure stood there staring at them.

In a voice that drove fear into your bones, the eerie stranger said: "Enzo...the hunt is over."

"Then let's finish it," replied the old man, drawing a circle with his hands and pretending to throw something away.

Suddenly Luca found himself in a clearing in the forest. He watched as the stranger and his master prepared for battle.

“Will you give me the artifact and the spells to activate it and to leave it, voluntarily?” the stranger growled threateningly.

“Never!” shouted Master Enzo and threw a large fireball at him.

The dark ghost, as Luca called him, raised his hands and dissolved into a cloud of dust that rematerialized a few meters in front of Enzo and immediately a bolt of lightning shot towards the old man.

He was just able to save himself with a quick spell for a protective shield.

Luca watched the fight, worried and excited. He had never seen anything like it before. It was very fascinating, but what if his master lost? What would become of him then?

BANG!!! There was a sudden bang so loud that Luca jumped in shock and covered his ears.

The ghost had broken through Enzo's protective spell and had wrapped a glowing rope around his neck.

"Give me what I want and I might spare your life and that of your apprentice," he made his demand more than clear.

The old magician stubbornly looked into the black caves of the ghost where his eyes would normally be.

Now it was time. He gathered as much mana as he could from the surrounding nature and directed his whispered spell at the attacker.

There was a terrible cracking and crunching sound and then the spirit was turned to stone.

Enzo shouted his next spell loudly, turned into a deer and ran over to Luca.

When he reached him, he turned back into his human form, stretched his arms to the sky and shouted louder each time he said:

“Ochdemano dolwe enwe! Ochdemano dolwe enwe! Ochdemano dolwe enwe!”

Then everything went black.

When Luca opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his master's house, who was just wiping away the dust off his clothes.

Confused and full of questions, the apprentice sat up and looked expectantly at the old man.

The master turned to him and said laughing: “Well, that was close, wasn't it?”

Luca nodded silently. But then he remembered that he had a burning question: “Master, what happened?”

Enzo sighed, sat down in his armchair and said:

“The artifact is very powerful. If you touch it with your bare hand, you will be trapped in it and you can only get out with a secret spell.”

He paused, took a leisurely drag on his pipe and continued:

“With another secret spell, you can activate the artifact, then it will destroy the entire galaxy. Those trapped in it will try to escape and sell it to the highest bidder. I think you can imagine what the glass ball can do in the wrong hands.”

The apprentice listened intently to the story. He now understood what it was about. But he still had one question:

“But master, what do you have to do with it?” he asked with interest.

Enzo looked at him in silence and took another leisurely drag on his pipe. Slowly he blew the smoke out again and Luca thought he wouldn't get an answer to this question.

But then Enzo leaned over, looked him in the eyes and said:

“I am the keeper of the artifact.”

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Healing processes - Ch 7

“Who are you?”

How could so few words be so devastating?

It couldn't be true. He had you back, you had just finally - finally!!! - confessed your love to each other, but you no longer knew who he was? What kind of new hell was this that he had to go through?

Gibbs couldn't believe it. His whole emotional life was in turmoil.

Why? Why him? What had he done?

He tried desperately to make sense of it, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Who did you think he was? Some stranger? Deeply disappointed and disturbed, he let go of your hand, but you held on to him.

Your eyes met and he looked at you, his eyes full of sadness and pain. So much pain.

“What's wrong, my love?” you asked him gently. Sure, you weren't feeling well, but you were worried about him.

His expression changed. He looked at you now full of concern, and moved a little away. He looked at your hands, still joined, and then looked back up at you. He wasn't sure how to answer, but he tried.

But it was also important to find out what was going on in your head. So he asked carefully: "I'm fine, love, but the question is how are you?"

That made you smile like it always did when he was so caring. It felt like a constant, warm, cozy hug. God, how much you love this man...

...sighing, you closed your eyes briefly. He stroked the back of your hand tenderly with his thumb and whispered carefully: "You don't have to answer if it's too difficult or too painful."

Grateful for his care, you blew him a kiss, looked at him lovingly and answered quietly: “You are the best and most wonderful husband anyone could wish for, do you know that?”

Then you frowned slightly and smiled at him: “What have I done to deserve you?”

Gibbs was left breathless. That smile, your loving look, your confession and your hand in his...he was lost. His poor, tormented heart was pounding so hard with excitement that he thought it was about to burst out of his chest.

How much he loved you...he wanted nothing more than to finally pull you into his arms, never let you go again and kiss you until you both were out of breath. 

He could have danced in the air for happiness. But wait...you didn't know him, but you called him your husband...that didn't make any sense.

While he was trying to understand what was going on inside you, your doctor, Doctor Archer, came in.

“Aaahh…I see our patient is awake, very nice. Welcome among the living!” he greeted you kindly.

He checked your vital signs and then asked how you were.

“I have pain in my left arm, ribs and chest. And I have such a bad headache that my head will probably explode soon.”

The doctor laughed and replied with a wink: “I can completely reassure you, he won’t do that.” He paused and then continued: “What do you remember?”

That was wonderfully refreshing and you laughed briefly, but had to stop immediately because of your sore ribs. Gibbs immediately tried to calm you down and looked darkly at the other man. He had caused you pain, that was unacceptable.

You looked from Doctor Archer to Gibbs and back in silence. You frowned, thinking, but couldn’t think of anything you could have said in response.

Jethro was still holding your hand and trying to calm you down: “Take it very slowly. There’s no rush.”

The doctor nodded in agreement and confirmed: “If it’s too much right now, that’s no problem. I’m not running away from you.” He winked again.

Gibbs was very grateful to the doctor for what he had done for you, but that didn’t mean he could flirt with you without restraint, he thought darkly.

Then you spoke up: “I remember my name, Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m an analyst at NCIS. We investigated a murder in Shenandoah National Park.”

The headache was too strong, so you took a short break. Then you continued: “Otherwise, all I remember are beautiful, ice-blue eyes…”

Another pause…

Then you looked at Jethro and spoke softly and lovingly: “…his eyes. And that he swore to me that he loved me.”

You turned to the doctor with a blissful smile: “He is the best and most loving husband you could imagine.”

Deep inside, Jethro danced with unbridled joy at your words. He would never have dreamed that one day he would actually hear them from you, as much as he wanted it...but that wasn't real.

You were (unfortunately) not married and not even a couple (yet).

He was torn between joy and despair and thought it would tear him apart at any moment.

The two men looked at each other and seemed to be having a wordless conversation. Then Doctor Archer asked: “Can you remember your husband’s name? Or that of your colleagues?”

You thought hard.

Both Archer and Jethro looked at you with tension and both thought: “Come on. What are their names? You know them.”

For you, however, it was a really tricky question and after some thought, you had to realize: “No, unfortunately I can’t remember their names…or what they look like.”

You looked sadly at your cast and hoped that the question time was now over. It was scary and depressing that you were apparently missing important information.

The doctor, however, had one last question for you: “Please forgive me for asking, but how do you know that he is your husband?”

With his heart pounding wildly, Gibbs waited to hear what you would say, and Doctor Archer was also strained.

But this was as clear to you as anything could be. And you answered with just as clear conviction: “I know it from the bottom of my heart. I remember his eyes and I saw them in my dreams too. I heard his voice speaking to me and calling me to him.”

You paused for a moment, looked from the doctor to your “husband” and whispered tenderly with red cheeks: “And my heart only beats for him.”

That was the most beautiful declaration of love Jethro had ever heard. He beamed like never before in his life and could have hugged the whole world with joy. His heart was singing and it belonged to you, no ifs and buts…

…if only you could remember his name…

(To be continued...in Chapter 8.)

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The Artifact

What kind of artifact was that? It was a round black ball that shone seductively in the light, but nothing more.

But there had to be something special about it. The master had traveled a long time to find it and had to fight many other magicians for it, but he insisted that this was better for all of humanity.

One thing was clear: the ball must not fall into the wrong hands, because then the gates to hell would open, but it actually seemed quite harmless.

Then Luca heard a quiet singing. He looked around in confusion. What was that? And where did it come from? He couldn't understand the singing, but it was tempting.

Luca simply had to find out where the melody was coming from. He listened intently. There! It came from the direction where the ball lay in its vessel.

Step by step he approached it and slowly got goosebumps. Hopefully the master didn't see him. There would certainly be trouble if he caught him anywhere near the ball.

But the apprentice couldn’t help it. It felt as if he had been enchanted and captured by the ball, and with every step this feeling grew stronger.

Then he finally stood in front of it. He carefully took it in both hands and it came to life. Lightning flashed inside the artifact and black clouds of mist wafted through the glass ball.

And then he saw them: magicians fighting each other with powerful and less powerful spells. The artifact was always the object of the fight.

The fighters were light and dark, probably good and evil, he assumed. And then there were the gray ones, who only fought for their own profit. To sell the artifact to the highest bidder after victory.

There, he knew one of the magicians...it was his master! He looked up at him angrily, said a magical spell, made a hand gesture and then a bright lightning flashed, blinding Luca. After that, everything went black.

When he came to, he looked around. The area...looked like the one in the artifact and Master Enzo was standing over him.

"What did I order you to do?!" he thundered.

"To stay away from the ball," he answered meekly.

"Yes! And now look what you have done. Now you are trapped in this world, too." He walked away, snorting with anger.

They were trapped in the artifact? He had to let that sink in first.

But that was just the beginning of his adventure...as he was to find out.

He had barely managed to collect himself when the master called out: "Luca! Stop lying around so lazily and get up!"

He quickly got up and ran to Master Enzo. “Sorry, master,” he said sheepishly with his head bowed.

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Who's Dracula? - Ch 1

Halloween 3-parter ��🦹👻

It was that time again...it was the time of year when everyone dressed up and had parties. In short: it was Halloween.

Costumes were searched for and tried on, pumpkins were carved and parties were organized...including at NCIS, of course.

While Abby and Tony were already completely beside themselves with excitement, you and Tim watched the whole thing with interest, but with moderation.

You shouldn't mention it to your team leader, though, because then his mood would suddenly get even worse than usual.

For this reason, it was also clear that he wouldn't be coming to the party, like every year.

But you didn't let it spoil your mood and met in Abby's lab to go there together.

While you girls were getting ready, Tim and Tony slowly trickled in. They talked and wondered what costumes you both were wearing, but as soon as they saw you, they stopped abruptly and their eyes widened.

Abby was dressed as Marilyn Monroe and wore a sexy white dress, high heels and a blonde wig. She looked simply stunning.

You, on the other hand, simply wore black, shiny and skin-tight leather pants with a matching corset, which showed off your hourglass figure perfectly. You left your long, curly brown hair loose so that it fell gently down your back.

But the boys were not the only ones who were amazed, because although they didn't look sexy in their costumes, they still looked really good.

Tim was so well dressed as Sherlock Holmes that you thought he had just jumped out of a novel and Tony as Don Corleone... would certainly make one or two offers at this party that his counterpart couldn't refuse.

Then you all made your way to the party. The room was really well decorated with everything that goes with it. With pumpkins, blood, skeletons, witches, spiders and much more. The drinks and food were also fitting! The organizers had really outdone themselves and Abby in particular was very enthusiastic and immediately immersed herself in the spooky, scary atmosphere.

Party animal Tony also mingled with the party crowd, while you and Tim needed a while to feel comfortable, but then you too could not be held back.

Then something strange happened.

When the party was in full swing, someone suddenly stood behind you.

You didn't even notice that someone was standing there, so you jumped in shock when he put his hand on your shoulder.

After you turned around, you took a look at the person opposite you. He was tall, muscular, had brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair.

This colleague must have been new because you had never seen him before. But the way he moved and his smile...it seemed so familiar to you, as if you had known each other for a while and were something like confidants.

But who was that?

Dracula with a half mask, so far, so clear. He asked you to dance with a smile. He didn't say a word, just raised his hand invitingly.

You danced several dances together in silence. Dancing wasn't your favorite thing, but it was wonderful with him. If only you could figure out where you knew him from...but maybe you just knew someone who was similar to him.

After the third dance, you finally broke the silence and asked him:

"Who are you? How can I find you? I would like to see you again and get to know you."

He didn't say anything, just leaned forward and kissed you. Slowly and tenderly and it tasted like so much more.

It was a kiss full of promises. Then he smiled one last time, stroked your cheek and left.

You stood there perplexed and watched him go, even though he had long since left.

Then someone suddenly spoke to you: "Are you looking for someone?"

It was Gibbs and he wasn't even in disguise.

"Wow, do you have to sneak up on me like that? I almost had a heart attack," you greeted him.

He laughed and asked you: "Since I have to be here, let's dance."

You looked at him with wide eyes: "Who can force you to be here?"

He rolled his eyes: "Our new director."

The two of you danced and had a very pleasant conversation the whole time. You even told him about the apparently new colleague and asked him if he knew him.

To your disappointment, he shook his head. That significantly reduced your chances of seeing him again. Gibbs knew everyone, but unfortunately not him. Dracula must have been very new.

Sadly, you danced in your boss's arms for a long time, wondering if you would ever see Dracula again.

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New Story's coming up!

It's a 3-parter for Halloween and titled:

Who's Dracula? 🧛🦹👻

Plot:

At the NCIS Halloween Party you dance with Dracula and are completely fascinated by him. You have never met this colleague before, but you really want to see him again, which is why you go looking for him. But nobody seems to know him. The strange thing is that he somehow seems very familiar to you.

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Healing processes - Ch 6

“IF she wakes up.”

Those were the doctor's words.

Gibbs had heard them, but their meaning had not (yet) fully reached him. That was perhaps for the better, because who knows what he would have done to the poor guy out of anger, pain and grief.

As there was no reaction from him, the medic went over to him, put his hand on his shoulder compassionately and tried to gently encourage him:

“She's a fighter and she needs you now. Stay with her and talk to her. She will feel your presence in her sleep and recognize your voice.”

Gibbs still gave no sign that he had understood what the man said. So the doctor turned to Ducky: “You'll find her on the third floor in the intensive care unit, room 309. Take him to her and stay firmly by his side. He will really need your friendship and support in the near future.”

The whole team nodded and made their way to you. Ducky went first and everyone followed him - including Jethro. It was almost funny, because in their march they looked like ducks running after their elderly father. But they were anything but laughing.

And the team was even less laughing when they entered your room and saw you. You were lying there, pale, your head bandaged, your left arm in a splint and you were hooked up to monitors.

The continuous beeping sound of the monitor for your heartbeat was both reassuring and disturbing. What was reassuring was that your heart was obviously beating. What was disturbing was that you were even hooked up to such a monitor.

You were lying there completely still, as if you were sleeping, not as if you were unconscious. Seeing you like that, seemingly more dead than alive, caused different reactions from the gentlemen.

Tony let out a whispered: “Oh my God,” which was full of horror. Tim turned white as a sheet. He felt sick from shock and wanted to throw up.

Ducky...turned pale at first, then straightened his shoulders and went to you. As if you were awake, he took your hand and started to talk to you. He found it difficult too, but he had to be strong for his old friend.

And him? Gibbs stood stiff as a statue a little way off and kept his gaze fixed on you. Seeing you like that... he was close to breaking down. He couldn't take it anymore. How much suffering could one person endure?

He seemed stoic and cool, but his eyes raged with painful suffering, unspeakable grief and a deep, immeasurable guilt. But if you looked closely, you could also see a little hope.

You're alive. Maybe he still had a chance to make everything right again. He hoped for that chance from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to get close to you, talk to you and hold your hand to know that you were still with him. But he would only allow himself to do this when you were alone. This was nobody's business but the two of you.

So he waited until only Ducky was there. He approached you both in silence, pulled a chair next to your bed, took your hand and held it tightly in his. He gently stroked your arm and wished you would open your eyes and look at him, but nothing happened.

Ducky watched him worriedly and said gently: "Go home, Jethro. There's nothing you can do for her right now." At first Gibbs didn't react. He continued to stare at your joined hands. And when Doctor Mallard thought he wouldn't get an answer, Gibbs whispered: "I almost killed her."

He sounded so devastated and it was so heartbreaking that it made Ducky very sad too and he was afraid for him. He prayed for both of you that you would survive and left you alone.

For the rest of the day and most of the night, Gibbs stayed awake by your bed, holding your uninjured hand and talking to you. He told you everything that came to mind while a never-ending stream of tears ran down his cheeks.

The doctors and nurses kept checking on you, but Gibbs didn't notice them. He was in his own world, which revolved entirely around you.

At noon the next day, another miracle happened, because you actually woke up from your deep unconsciousness.

The first thing you saw was your hands clasped together and when you let your eyes wander up, your gazes met.

...those eyes...the bluest blue you've ever seen.

You remembered them...

They were the last thing you saw before everything went black.

…then a brief memory flashed through your mind…

Those eyes fixed firmly on yours and the words “I love you. You must know that.”

Instinctively you pulled him towards you.

As if hypnotized, you approached each other, but he stopped just before your lips met.

You let go of his hand, wrapped yours around his neck and pulled him towards you.

“I love you too,” you whispered softly and kissed him tenderly.

Your kiss was cautious, testing, always careful not to scare the other, as if you were getting to know each other again.

The kiss lasted several seconds and yet was not long enough.

You were awake and would therefore survive according to the doctor, you love him and your first kiss was wonderful...Gibbs would have loved to dance for joy.

He felt as if he was floating on clouds.

You hugged each other and he let his tears of joy and relief flow freely.

Then he broke the hug and kissed you gently again.

He couldn't believe his luck.

When you separated, you stroked his cheek, your eyes met and you smiled happily at each other.

You looked into his beautiful eyes and whispered:

"I remember your eyes and my feelings for you, but who are you?"

One moment he was the happiest person on earth and now he was falling into the abyss. 

His world collapsed. He hadn't killed you, but he had still taken your life.

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Healing processes - Ch 5

“I love you. You have to know that.”

He had done it, he had actually finally confessed it to you. Now he could only hope that it wasn't too late.

And while he was still desperately trying to keep you conscious and to talk to you again and to be able to look you in the eyes, the medics took you to the operating room.

Instinctively, Gibbs wanted to follow you, but one of the doctors prevented him from doing so by standing in his way. And so Jethro had to watch helplessly as the large, heavy doors closed behind you and he could no longer see you.

That wasn't possible. He felt like he was losing you in that moment. It felt like his leg had been amputated. The pain increased many times over. He felt like he was letting you down in your fight for your life and he would never do that. Semper Fi.

Then the doctor pulled him out of his thoughts and asked him matter-of-factly: “Please wait out here.”

Gibbs shook his head: “That’s not possible, I have to go to her. I have to be with her.”

He tried to push the medic aside, but he didn’t move an inch and instead emphasized again: “Please stay here and wait.”

Jethro just stared at him dangerously, but the doctor stuck to his point: “I understand that you’re worried. But please also understand that we have to do our job, otherwise we can’t help her.”

His last words were too much. Gibbs went crazy and tried to force him aside. When this was unsuccessful, he grabbed the man by the collar of his coat and pressed him against the wall with all his strength.

He narrowed his eyes and threatened him in a lowered voice: “If you don’t do everything you can to save her, then God help you. Because I won’t do it.”

The doctor opened his eyes in panic and looked around for help. The security staff, however, had no chance to intervene, because DiNozzo and McGee had already rushed over and dragged their boss away from the man.

Ducky, for his part, tried to calm his scientific colleague: “Please forgive his behavior. He is beside himself with worry and feels powerless and responsible for her accident. He cares about her very much and had to watch her fall into the depths before his eyes without being able to hold her.”

The man then relaxed. He looked first at Ducky and then at Gibbs with pitying, painful eyes.

Then he turned back to Ducky: “It must be terrible to experience something like that. I can absolutely understand him. I would feel the same in his situation. But as difficult as it is, he has to wait here, because we need space and peace and quiet to hopefully be able to save her.”

Ducky nodded: “I understand. We will take care of him. Please do your best.”

The medic nodded and went into the operating room, where the operation had already begun. Ducky meanwhile went to the rest of the team, who were sitting in the waiting room outside the operating room and were giving him anxious looks. But he just shook his head and said: “He can't say anything yet, but he understands and will keep us updated.”

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. It felt like an eternity in which nothing happened. No one came to report and none of the staff passing by had any information.

DiNozzo and McGee talked quietly to distract themselves. Gibbs stared out the window and didn't react to anyone.

Not even to his old friend Ducky, who was standing next to him and quietly telling him stories that Jethro would have interrupted under normal circumstances.

But now he just let the stories wash over him. This was a visible sign to everyone of how bad their team leader's current mental state was.

Then the doors behind which you had disappeared finally opened. But instead of you, the doctor from before came towards your colleagues with a serious expression.

Please don't let him shake his head. Please don't let him shake his head. Anything but that. Everyone thought.

Sensing the worst, everyone audibly sucked in their breath and held it. There was a tense silence. No one dared to say anything. Then came the most important words that everyone had hoped to hear: "She's alive."

At first, everyone wanted to throw their arms around him in joy and gratitude, but his serious expression made them pause.

So the man continued: "She had internal bleeding caused by an aortic rupture. However, it was a tear of the intima, so only a little blood came out and luckily we were able to close it in time. Otherwise, her left forearm is broken and she has many bruises.”

Then he paused meaningfully, looked around, took a deep breath and continued:

"What worries us is that she has suffered a traumatic brain injury. The bleeding has stopped and we were able to reduce the pressure in her head...but at this point we cannot yet estimate what that has done to her brain."

He paused again, looking sadly at Ducky and then at Gibbs. Then he closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath and finally said quietly:

"It's a miracle that she wasn't even more seriously injured in the fall. Someone probably still has big plans for her. But we won't know whether she survives until she wakes up."

He paused again because he didn't know how to tell Jethro what was next. Then he gathered up all his courage, looked him straight in the eyes and whispered:

"IF she wakes up."

(To be continued...in Chapter 6.)

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[crazycurly-77]

NCIS: Origins introduced Gibbs’ rules in Episode 3 of the show, and though the show is still very far from the man who lives by these rules, the rules are an integral part of who Gibbs is and who he will become. But what are Gibbs’ rules?

Over the course of NCIS, Leroy Jethro Gibbs introduced his team to his list of rules. We never had a complete list, and by the time Gibbs left NCIS in Season 19, it seemed like we would never get a complete one. This was just one of those mysteries that was always set to remain a mystery. Except NCIS: Origins now introduced the rules and gave us two new ones, in one fell swoop. So, with the return of the rules, we figured we’d put together a list of the Gibbs rules we have actually gotten so far.

So, without further ado, here’s an (incomplete) list of Gibbs’ rules. And yes, there are two number ones! Don’t blame us, blame Gibbs.

Rule #1: Never let suspects sit together.

Rule #1: Never screw over your partner.

Rule #2: Always wear gloves at a crime scene.

Rule #3: Never believe what you are told. Double-check.

Other Rule #3: Never be unreachable.

Rule #4: The best way to keep a secret is to keep it to yourself. The second best is to tell one other person — if you must. There is no third best.

Rule #5: You don’t waste good.

Rule #6: Never say you’re sorry.

Rule #7: Always be specific when you lie.

Rule #8: Never take anything for granted.

Rule #9: Never go anywhere without a knife.

Rule #10: Never get involved personally on a case.

Rule #11: When the job is done, walk away.

Rule #12: Never date a coworker.

Rule #13: Never involve lawyers.

Rule #14: Bend the line, don’t break it.

Rule #15: Always work as a team.

Rule #16: If someone thinks he has the upper hand, break it.

Rule #18: It’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission.

Rule #20: Always look under.

Rule #21: No man is ever above or below the law

Rule #22: Never, ever bother Gibbs in interrogation.

Rule #23: Never mess with a Marine’s coffee if you want to live.

Rule #27: Two ways to follow someone. The first way, they never notice you. The second way, is they only notice you.

Rule #28: When you need help, ask.

Rule #29: Lean to obey before you command.

Rule #35: Always watch the watchers.

Rule #36: If it feels like you’re being played, you probably are.

Rule #38: Your case, you’re lead.

Rule #39: There is no such thing as a coincidence.

Rule #40: If it seems like someone’s out to get you, they are.

Rule #42: Never accept an apology from somebody who just sucker-punched you.

Rule #44: First things first, hide the women and children.

Rule #45: Left a mess I gotta clean up.

Rule #51: Sometimes you’re wrong.

Rule #62: Always give people space when they get off an elevator.

Rule #69: Never trust a woman who doesn’t trust her man.

Rule #91: When you decide to walk away, never look back.

[crazycurly-77]

Healing processes - Ch 4

The sound of the rescue helicopter's rotors grew louder as it approached. The pilot flew as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough for your colleagues. But even the speed of light wouldn't have been enough for them.

The team quickly secured all evidence before the helicopter probably wreaked havoc.

But in the end they didn't care at all, because one of their own was seriously injured and needed urgent help. So everything else would have to wait.

It's been 10 minutes since your accident. The bleeding from your head hadn't started again and your pulse was still very weak. Luckily you were still alive. But you haven't regained consciousness yet.

Completely regardless of what was going on around him, Gibbs knelt next to you the whole time, begging you to fight and not leave him because he needed you so much.

It was heartbreaking to see that. Jimmy sat opposite Gibbs and checked your pulse over and over again while Ducky and Tony ran back and forth.

It was scary for him to see you so calm and this situation with you badly injured and Gibbs close to breaking shook him to the core. He had never seen anything like that. And he really hoped that he would never witness such a situation again in his life.

Tears ran down his cheeks too and he wished he could help you somehow.

Then the helicopter with the emergency doctor finally arrived. They immediately ran to you and examined you as best as they could.

Unfortunately, that wasn't so easy because they couldn't convince Gibbs to move aside.

He sat next to you, desperately holding your hand. He talked quietly to you, kept a close eye on you and watched the emergency doctor and the paramedics.

Then they stood up. The paramedic ran to the helicopter and got the stretcher while the paramedic turned to Ducky who had rushed over: “What happened?”

“She fell off that rock and was bleeding heavily from her head. We were able to stop the bleeding, but her pulse is very weak and she was never conscious,” reported Doctor Mallard.

The doctor nodded and said: “We are taking her to Bethesda. She needs surgery immediately. She probably has internal bleeding and a traumatic brain injury, both of which we need to treat as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, things aren’t looking good at the moment.”

Ducky nodded sadly because he knew what that meant.

The emergency doctor looked briefly at Gibbs and then back at Duck and asked:

“Is he her husband?”

Doctor Mallard laughed briefly. Under normal circumstances, his old friend would not have said anything about it, but inside he would have been very happy about this title. But now everything was different.

So Ducky looked at his colleague, smiled painfully and answered: “Something like that.”

The doctor understood and nodded:

“Good, then he should come with us so that he can say goodbye to her in an emergency.”

Ducky carefully walked over to Gibbs and put his hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

Gibbs slowly looked up from his tear-filled red eyes.

He had heard what the doctor had said and it confirmed his worst fears. He felt like the ground was being torn from under his feet and he was falling into the abyss. That's exactly how he felt when he was told that his family had been murdered.

"You have to get up and make room for the emergency services so they can take her to the hospital. She needs urgent surgery. The doctors have agreed that you can accompany her," Ducky reported softly to Jethro. 

Gibbs nodded. He understood what he was being told, but he didn't want to get up, because that meant he had to let you go.

That wasn't possible. He couldn't do it. It was impossible. Sighing, Ducky managed to pull him up, reached for your joined hands and released them. At that moment, Gibbs slumped down for a moment, so Duck had to support him.

"Come," Ducky said to him again gently. Finally and with a heavy heart Gibbs let go of your hand. Everything in him resisted it. He had the feeling that he would lose you forever as soon as he let you go.

You were immediately lifted onto the stretcher and taken into the helicopter. Gibbs followed the stretcher like a sleepwalker. It was pure automatism.

After you were safely secured in the helicopter, he immediately got in, sat down and took your hand. He wanted you to know that he was with you and hoped that this would give you some of his remaining strength.

Hell, he would give his life if it meant that you would survive.

The pilot flew to the hospital as quickly as possible. The flight still felt far too long, but that was probably normal in such situations.

After landing, you were immediately taken to the surgery room. On the way to get there you briefly regained consciousness. In those few seconds, all you could see was Gibbs, who was running next to you, holding your hand.

You stopped just before the door to the operation room. He stroked your cheek and whispered what was in his heart:

“I love you, you have to know that.”

He had to tell you. He couldn't let you die without telling you, but maybe it would help you in the fight for your life.

(To be continued...in Chapter 5.)

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