- Ciao ! This is my first Fiction on this site and I'm Italian , so please , be kind with me :) I want to thank Le Bibliothecaire and SnoopMaryMar , for their help .
- Sadly , I do not own anything of NCIS .
" Regrets and ... "
Chapter 1
Washington Navy Yard
Special Agent Timothy McGee left the elevator and went to his desk, but passing by DiNozzo's desk, he slowed down shaking his head and sighing. It was abot 0705 a.m. and he was alone into the Squadroom.
He took his jacket off, put his weapon into the drawer and turned on his computer, but he couldn't stop looking at Tony's empty desk.
Why? He took Tony's Mouse Stappler in his hand. I've always like it, but I never told him; why didn't I ? It'd have been nice and he'd have liked it. Why have I been inconstant to him ?
One day I scoffed him and the another day I was jelous just because he found a new friend that treated him better than me. Why have I been so stupid ? Because he was annoying , Tim ! He answered to his own question. No, he was not annoying; he was just Tony; the man that helped me more than anyone else when I killed that cop. He made me grown up and become more confident. He taught me who is a real friend and who is a great man. I'll never forget when he's come down in Autopsy , when I was alone with Kate's body. He sighed .
Turning he saw a brown box on the floor, next to the desk, so he took it up and started filling it, with all Tony's things.
Tim opened all drawers and found all Tony's stuff: GSM Magazines, a clean black D&G shirt, eletric razor, aftershave, toothbrush and toothpaste, candy bars, cookies and lot of other things.
Then he opened the last drawer, on the right side of the desk and he found a big iron locked box. He put it on the desk and after some exertions, he opened were all Gibbs' medals and three photos. McGee looked at them carefully.
"When he was a child," he whispered.
In the first photo, Tony was about three years old and he was at the seaside with a woman. They were smiling and playing with the sand His mother, definitely. They're identical!
In the second photo he was about 10. He was under a snowfall with another woman. She was hugging him and they were laughing.
But, it was the third photo that really caught Tim's attention. Tony wore his OSU t-shirt and jacket and he was with a red-haired woman. They were sat on the grass chatting and they looked very happy and carefree. It semeed to Tim that they were at campus.
"Who are you ?", whispered McGee. If Tony keeps your photo into this box you must be very important to him. But it doesn't matter anymore.
He put the photos into the box and turned on Tony's computer, to check his personal emails.
"What are you doing, McGee ?" asked a man's voice, behind him. Tim statlerd.
"Director Vance; Sir ... ehm ," jumped the agent, swallowing,"I was; I mean; I thought that I could answer his personal emails and explain ...", he couldn't go on.
"You emptied his desk," observed the Director. "Why?"
"I had to , sir. I owed him." sighed the young agent.
Vance just nodded and went back to his office as he said,"David is at Andrews Air Base. She'll bring Gibbs here as soon as he lands."
"Yes, sir." answered McGee. How can I look at Gibbs?
Andrews Air Base - Washington D.C.
The C-130 landed in time. Ziva was not far from the runway, waiting for her Boss What could I tell him ?Nothing. There's nothing to say.
Her thoughts stopped as soon as she saw Gibbs.
Even from afar, she realized that he was no longer the man had left from D.C. just few days ago.
His strengh was disappeared along with his grin. Even his famous stare was vanished and in its place there was nothing. Gibbs' eyes were empty and blank.
The proud bearing of the former Gunnery Seargent had given way to a slow and uncertain pace. His shoulders were curved as he bore the weight of the entire world.
"Hi, Gibbs." she whispered, taking his bag in her hands and he didn't stop her. Oh , my God! This is not Gibbs.
It takes less than half a hour to go from Andrews to Navy Yard and despite Ziva's attempts, Gibbs didn't say a word. He just stared the streets out of the car's window.
Navy Yard - NCIS Building
McGee was at his desk staring his computer's monitor.
Someone touched his shoulder. "Timothy," said Ducky,"Have they already arrived?"
The younger man looked at him dazed and stared Abby behind the ME. Where's her Goth make-up ?
"Am I late?" asked Palmer coming from the Autopsy.
DING !
The elevator's doors opened and Gibbs and Ziva came out. Abby run to Gibbs and hugged him but he didn't spare her gesture of affection.
He just went to his desk. Opened a drawer. Took out two files. Signed one of them and went to Vance's office, leaving them to stare him.
Ducky followed Gibbs saying. "Jethro ... Jethro !" He stopped and looked at the ME that asked ,"Where is he?"
"Not here."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that he's not here and he'll never..." A lump closed the boss' throat.
"His body, Jethro. I need his body for..." started the doctor , but he was stopped by Gibbs sharp voice.
"There's no body, Duck ! There's not a damn DNA! There's nothing! He's got blown up to save us. TONY'S DEAD AND HE'LL NEVER COME BACK!"
Hearing those words from Gibbs' mouth, made that horrible news become true. It seemed as if the the time had stopped and they had stopped breathing.
No more jokes. No more smiles. No more laughs.
No more movies' quotes. No more funny teasings. No more "Probie !" or nicknames.
No more happiness. No more the elder brother. No more their friend.
No more reassuring looks. No more protection. No more care.
No more their Senior Field Agent. No more 'Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo
.
Nothing has remained. Not even a body to whom to say goodbye.
No More Tony...
No one could stop the tears.
TBC .
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I know that this chapter is very sad , but ... do not despair ! *wink*