They said it was his age.
Abby knew differently.
He had died because he no longer wished to live.
No longer could live.
He had buried his godson.
Gibbs had been there for him.
He had buried his father.
Gibbs had been there for him.
He had buried his mother.
Gibbs had been there for him.
He had buried Gibbs.
No one could be there for him.
Two weeks later they had found him. Asleep. Never again to wake up.
"Look, Tim, a shooting-star."
"Did you make a wish?"
"Yes. Now I know they're together."
McGee just held his wife.
Story Notes:
I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Jethro really is Ducky's life.
Chapter End Notes:
I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.