NCIS: Best Shots

Chapter Thirty-Three: Crazy On You [AU]

If we still have time we might still get by
Every time I think about it I wanna cry
With bombs and the devil, and little kids keep coming
No way to breathe easy, no time to be young

Shannon Gibbs glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze falling on a photo on her dresser. She picked up the photo—one showing her, Jethro, and their daughter, Kelly. Right now Gibbs was deployed overseas, fighting at Desert Storm. Every time she thought about the war, she wanted to cry. What with bombs and the devil, and little kids kept coming, there was no way to breathe easy, no time to be young.

But I tell myself that I was doing all right
There's nothing left to do at night
But to go crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh

Shannon told herself silently that she was doing all right. It was only another day before her husband would be on leave—would be coming home. Then there was nothing left to do at night but for them to go crazy on each other—if they would let each other, of course.

"Hey, Mom."

Kelly's voice made Shannon look over at her eight-year-old daughter. She forced a smile and said, "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I'll be outside if you need me." The tiny redhead was gone before her mom could so much as call, "Be careful!"

Leroy Jethro Gibbs's wife shook her head and went back to daydreaming.

My love is the evenin' breeze touchin' your skin
The gentle sweet singin' of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early moonlight
And you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine
My love, the pleasure's mine

Let me go crazy on ya
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, ohhh

Twenty-four hours later, the Marine sniper arrived home and found himself being practically knocked off his feet as Kelly barreled into him, hugging Jethro as if she never planned to let go. The little redhead whispered, "I missed you, Daddy. Don't leave again."

Instead of answering, her father looked past her at Shannon. Her love was the evenin' breeze caressing his skin, the gentle, sweet singin' of leaves in the wind.

When Kelly was soundly asleep in her room, Jethro and Shannon were . . . busy. As before,Shannon (so to speak) was the whisper that called after him in the night and kissed his ear in the early moonlight.

"You don't need to wonder, you're doing fine," the redhead murmured. "My love, the pleasure's mine." Just let me go crazy on you.

Wild man's world is crying in pain
What you gonna do when everybody's insane
So afraid of one who's so afraid of you
What you gonna do . . . ohhh . . .

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Ooooo . . . crazy on you
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you

The world was crying in pain, it seemed, what with the war going on and all. What would they do when everybody's insane? When you were so afraid of one who's so afraid of you, what were you going to do?Shannon thought of all of this even as she curled up against her husband. She supposed she could . . . for lack of a better term . . . go crazy on him. After all, they—as humans in general—could go wild with passion. Thinking of all this brought the dream she'd had last night to the front of Shannon's mind before she fell asleep, eyes heavy with fatigue.

I was a willow last night in my dream
I bent down over a clear running stream
Sang you the song that I heard up above
And you kept me alive with your sweet flowing love

Crazy
Yeah, crazy on ya
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh
Crazy on ya
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh

(Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Crazy on ya
Crazy on you
Let me go crazy, crazy on you, oh . . .