"Tragedy is something that will take its toll on everyone sometime in their life. For some, it happens sooner than expected."
Emily McGarrett leaves the Navy after her entire world is turned upside down.
Her brother, Commander Steve McGarrett, offe...
I open the unlocked door, smiling at the quiet house. I lay my bags gently on the ground next to the doorway. By the sounds of wood carving, I can assume he's in the basement.
Slowly, I walk through the kitchen and to the steps that lead to the basement. I notice a light on about halfway down, not seeing him until I was at the bottom of the stairs. "Good morning, Emily."
"How did you know it was me?" I ask, stopping at the end of the boat. I examine the frame, noticing it was a different boat than the one I helped him with not even seven months ago.
"I talked to DiNozzo yesterday." I nod, walking up beside him. He was carving out a wooden panel for the boat. He places the tools down, turning to face me. He wore a sweatshirt that said Marines on it in bold writing. His hair was cut into a shapely fashion, making me smile. I pull him in for a hug after I realized he was waiting for me to make a move.
"Don't ask." I plea, pulling him in tighter before letting go.
"Wasn't planning to." He whispers before planting a kiss on my forehead.
The two of us walk up the stairs after a good thirty minutes of carving wood. I took the bed, per usual, and he took the couch. ---------------
Monday 5:25 a.m.
Emily McGarrett's POV
After the extra two hours of sleep, I was ready to start the day. I got up, took a brief shower, getting out quickly. I towel dry my hair, watching it turn into the natural wavy curls.
October was harsh in DC, so I dressed for it. I pull out a simple black sweater with some lightly colored jeans. Then I grab my white sneakers and walk down the stairs.
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I tug on my necklace that sat at the middle of my chest, smiling as I think of everyone in LA; Josh who wasn't there but should be.
"Ready to go?" I hear from the kitchen. I look over, nodding my head when I see him standing to put his bowl in the sink.
We make it to the office by six thirty, no one else there for obvious reasons. I mean, not many people go in to work before the sun rises.
"I have to go do something." He gestures to his desk before walking away with his coffee cup. I chuckle before taking a long sip of my coffee.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to see a text from Steven.
Be safe.
I smile, opening it up to send him one back.
You too.
I set my phone on the desk, deciding to open up a newspaper that was sitting on the desk, probably from yesterday.
