A\N: I'm currently re-watching NCIS and I'm on season 3 but I've wanted to do another Judgement Day fic. I think in my opinion that season 5 is the saddest season.
I HATED Judgement Day so much and cried more than I've cried watching a tv show.
This JIBBS oneshot is a sad one, this is Gibbs going through Jenny's house, just before he and Mike burn it down, and seeing the ghost of Jenny in every room he goes in. This has been sitting in my Google Docs untouched for months, I actually forgot that I had started writing it before something else caught my attention. This is a song sung by 5 Seconds of Summer. I've done a lot of songfics using this song just because it works well with a lot of my works. I haven't done a JIBBS fic in months and I'm sorry.
Enjoy, Angels.
Here I am waking up
Still can't sleep on your side
There's your coffee cup
The lipstick stain fades with time
If I can dream long enough
You'd tell me I'd be just fine
I'll be just fine
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
Cleaning up today
Found that old Zeppelin shirt
You wore when you ran away
And no one could feel your hurt
We're too young, too dumb
To know things like love
But I know better now
(Better now)
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
Too young, too dumb
To know things like love
Too young, too dumb
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house
With the ghost of you
And I chase it down
With a shot of truth
That my feet don't dance
Like they did with you
He still can't believe she's dead, even though he saw her body laying in the pool of her own blood, coating her hair, her face, it doesn't feel real. It hasn't fully hit him that she's actually dead, that she did the way she'd always wanted: in a hail of bullets protecting him. He wanted to throw up when he saw her, dead and covered in her own blood, he wanted to fall to his knees and gather her body in his arms and hold her until she was physically removed from him but he's an agent first and foremost, grieving man later, he's always an agent first and foremost.
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The ghost of you
RomanceSneak peek: Her use of the past tense has just made it all the more real: Jen is dead, and she'll be buried soon, buried six feet underground in a coffin. He'll never see or kiss her again, or say he loves her ever again. She's dead, he's looking at...
