Author's Note: Hello, Friends! I have had so much fun writing this, and I hope that you enjoy it too! Sometimes we wonder what old friends are up to. I decided to find out! Additional note: This story takes place in early to mid 2015, before Gibbs' misadventures with The Calling.

Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters... I only borrowed some of my current favorites, and blew the dust off of one of my old favorites. Thank you, CBS, for your interest in blowing the dust off of it as well. I'm glad the original creator of the concept is involved... Don't mess this up, guys!

Unforgettable Friends - "Rule Number Nine"

Voice-over: Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right? You wake up in the morning and something feels off? You figure you should know better, that it might be the best idea to just pull the covers over your head and abandon the day to its own devices, but then your sense of responsibility kicks in and you blunder headlong into 'one of those days'? Yeah, that was the kind of day I was having.

In spades.

An old friend of mine had asked me for a 'favor'. I should have known better… I'd never trusted this guy as far as I could throw him, but somehow, he'd always weasel me into something that I'd have to get us out of. I'd never been able to say, 'No!' when I knew someone needed help. From what my old friend was telling me, this kid he knew needed a lot of it.

So here I was, thirty-six hours practically without sleep, starving to death, trying to help some kid I didn't know, on this day where nothing seemed to go right. I'd watched him make one of the stupidest decisions of his life, and I couldn't do a thing about it. I'd watched him reap the consequences… 'Reap'…? Now, that was a Freudian Slip if I've ever heard one! The 'Reaper' had already come for this kid. As I leaned over him, plugging the hole in his chest and hearing his last breath rattle, I wondered if this day could get any worse. As the police swarmed on me 'en masse', guns drawn and handcuffs glinting, I realized it could. When they saw the uniform the kid was wearing and called in the Navy cops… well… suddenly there was a whole new level of 'worse'. Awww, man...I really should have stayed in bed…