Time in a Bottle Song Rights: Jim Croce
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He reached down to lift her up from the ground.
"Jethro Gibbs, you're a romantic."
He rolled his eyes at her, before lifting her fully through their front door. As he set her down he kissed her quickly. "I'm a softie at heart." He kissed her again. "Just don't tell anybody."
She smiled. "Don't worry; I don't think anyone would believe me anyway Gunny." She grabbed his hand and wandered through the house. "This will be the living room…over there your office….in here my sewing room."
He smiled. "I'm just interested in the bed room."
"I could've guessed, but we only have a few items of furniture in, so it looks like we'll be sleeping on the couch." She pointed and pulled him down beside her. They kissed slowly for a few moments before Gibbs stood up.
"Wait one more thing." He jogged over to the stereo, and hit play.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
He sat back down beside her and pulled her into a kiss. "There, that's better."
She smiled. "A romantic."
He put his finger over her lips. "Shh…things get around quick on base."
As a few minutes passed; they wrapped themselves in each others embrace and quietly listened to the music as though time had stopped.
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
Id save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
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"I'm sorry Gunny, they were both killed."
He stood at the grave site and let the dirt fall through his hands. He set his crutches down slowly and knelt in front their names. He reached out towards Shannon's and sobbed softly…
"I want more time…I want…more…time…with you."
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
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The barrel of the gun looked up him, as he pondered the next few seconds. He found his lips moving to the words of a familiar song…
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
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"Happy Birthday Gibbs."
He nodded a thank you; let his fingers slide over the engraved words on the flask and smiled as he took a drink. "I miss you guys."
He leaned back in his chair and remembered…her…
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
Ive looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
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He set down the flowers and fought the urge to run in the opposite direction.
"You know I don't like coming here, but I really needed someone to talk to…I'm sure you've heard I divorced again." He sighed deeply. "Just goes to show I'm never going to find another you." He took a seat in between the two headstones and placed a hand on each of them. "Hey sweet heart…" He peered towards his daughter's stone and smiled softly. "Daddy screwed another one up…but don't worry; the next boat I build will be yours."
He turned his gaze to the stone on his left. He wasn't sure how much time passed, but found himself curled up beside it, his head leaning against her name.
He sobbed quietly as he imagined himself wrapped together with her on that couch, as the music softly played, and time seemed to stop.
The familiar words finding their way onto his lips once more, as he sang…to them...
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that Id like to do
Is to save every day
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
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