Postmortem
- Chapter 3 -
Finally Gibbs spotted his old boss and slowly made his way over to where the former agent was waiting for him.
"Mike."
"You look like hell Probie. But it's nothing a few weeks at my place can't fix. Add a couple of beers to that and you'll be as good as new in no time."
"We'll see about that..." Gibbs muttered, completely ignoring the mischievous look Mike gave him.
The ride to the so called house was spent in a comfortable silence. Gibbs could only focus on one thing at the time, and that was his beloved Jenny. He blamed himself for not being with her in
"I miss her Mike," he whispered, not sure whether it was loud enough for Mike to hear him over the sound of the diesel engine.
"I know Probie. But it will get better eventually, I promise."
Gibbs glared at him, silently wondering how he could promise a thing like that when the future seemed as black as the Mexican nights. When Mike stopped the car Gibbs quickly grabbed the door handle to get out but was stopped by Mikes hand on his arm.
"There's something you should know. It's not going to be just you and me here this time." Gibbs raised his eyebrows at the unexpected news, clearly surprised at Mikes words.
"Don't look so surprised Probie. I can still charm the ladies, believe it or not."
Gibbs smiled slightly and curiously stepped out onto the beach and started walking towards the house. What happened next was something he would never forget in his entire life.