Title: Encounters
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Category: SC
Pairing: Gibbs /? (Ex-wife No. 1)
Content: Gibbs' ex - wife No. 1 recalls a chance encounter at their joint marriage.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the Author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Beta: THX Mrs. Mallard
A signature followed by a stamp on a white piece of paper seal: it's over - separated and divorced forever. Listless I take the form to me and leave the room. The verdict is to add nothing to add. Sometimes you are so stupid and commit the same mistakes again and again. Such is a life, because I can not change anything. No longer. Maybe I'm smarter next time - or not. Probably not, because after all I should have to know the first time, even if at the time in my eyes, everything seemed so perfect. From the second time to mention, since I suffered my own fatal mistake itself a consequence which prompted me to terminate the marriage itself, as opposed to my first, I secretly still a little rough night.
My road leads me into the great hall of this old building. The walls are so thick that there is no air conditioning is needed and I am afraid for a moment, with my newly acquired freedom to step out into the warm summer air. While I still hesitant and stow the form in my pocket, my eyes fall on a waiting red-haired woman. She is dressed smart casual, has an oval face, seems, their body posture after neat to have temperament. Something about her reminds me a lot to me. Maybe it's the red, long hair, I wear a lot shorter in the meantime. Maybe it is the uncertain look in her eyes, makes me suspect that they do not like to be here want to be. But I can of course also be wrong and should not come from me and my first marriage. Who knows what in many other Ehen geschieht. Schließlich gehören immer zwei dazu, wenn es etwas schief läuft und man diesen endgültigen Schritt geht.
Ungeduldig schaut sie immer wieder zwischen der Eingangstür und ihrer Uhr hin und her. Es ist offensichtlich, dass sie den Termin, den ich gerade hinter mir habe, noch vor sich hat. Allerdings scheint sie, im Gegensatz zu mir, auf ihren Gegenpart warten zu müssen. Ich kann mir vorstellen, wie ärgerlich das ist, wenn man es endlich zum Abschluss bringen möchte. Oder, so wie ich vor einigen Jahren, es wegen eines begangenen Fehlers zu Ende bringen musste.
Doch im Gegensatz zu damals, war es mir dieses Time does not matter. This time I was more than sure and wanted it. I had all the documents, all the signatures together and had to quit it only with my own signature. When I was first here, I am anything but an easy one, because basically I did not want that ended it so. But I knew I could not change that, no matter how much I hoped and wished me well, no matter what I said and what I did. It was over. I had made a serious mistake for which I had to pay off with my marriage.
I still stand here in the great hall of the courthouse. Because I'm free that day and therefore not 'm in a hurry, I let my curiosity get the upper hand and await with interest who will probably be the man that releases the good-looking redhead. Finally, the market for me is now re-opened and it can, despite all good intentions, not harm, the "virgin" to consider before in advance. I move a little out of sight of the woman, but still good enough to keep the revolving door entrance in the eye. Strangely enough, my thoughts wander back here. At the time several years ago when I, as well as the woman now, finally waiting on that input stood.
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After spending two years in a military hospital in Germany, I decided it was time to return back home. What presented itself to be better than working as a nurse escort of returning war wounded from Kuwait? Together with two other sisters and a doctor, I accompanied five seriously injured Marines from Frankfurt to Washington. My particular attention was a silent, introverted young Marine, whose sad blue eyes I just can not let go. As far as I knew he was in a serious explosion, long Time was unconscious and then stabilized at least so far has been to bring him back home. Although we had to do with the injured hands full, but I devoted myself primarily the Gunny, who seemed anything but to look forward than to be alive. He had something about him that fascinated me and captured. I wanted to help him, the pain he felt not only physically obvious to alleviate, even if at that time I did not know how.
The coincidence would have it, I soon after my service in Bethesda Naval Hospital and was able to continue just came in the department, in which one Gunnery Sergeant Leroy Jethro Gibbs on the other had taken treatment. I was surprised and pleased to be the same, to see the young man again, but secretly I was often caught thinking about it. Even though he, unlike me, on anything, let him but it seemed a little pleased to see a familiar face. He did not talk much, and yet I was always there when he needed something. It made me happy for him to be there, even if I could unfortunately not be there for him as intensely as I have at this time would have been like. Despite severe injuries made his recovery is progressing well. He had, even if it did not look at the beginning and I almost feared, he could do to something, an iron will. A strong will, which ultimately kept him alive. I have to date never know really what happened to him at that time during the war. What really happened, and threw him so much off course. I just know that I did not simply left to its fate could not and would be there for him. Although I knew that he frequently resisted the will of the doctors, I helped him, despite medical ban, come quickly back on their feet. I thought it would help him and show him that I was there for him. But when I, after a couple of days off was told that Jethro were released from the hospital at his own request, was broke a world together for me. I had stumbled on the head. Suddenly he was gone - without a word of farewell - simply disappeared. I confess that I was very angry and disappointed, and I realized right at that moment was the first time what had happened. I had fallen in love with this mysterious, silent, good-looking Gunnery Sergeant.
not know how much time between my disappointment and surprise of his sudden call was passed. I only remember, I could say nothing of sheer fright and he told me then unceremoniously invited to dinner. An invitation followed the next, we flirted, we kissed and made love. I was floating on cloud nine. I did not ask what happened at that time or where he had been in the time after his hospital stay. I accept it, as he was, his reticence and his silence. I thought that he would open himself to me at some point in time when the wounds had healed. A hope that I took in our marriage and to which I clung to me all the time. There were many wonderful moments in which I believed and was firmly believe that we would have made it. But then again followed a period in which he excluded me pursue them, pondering his hobby and sank entirely into his new job. A time in which he gave me the feeling of not more properly belong to him. We talked, laughed and slept together, but despite everything we lived past each other. I did not know what was in it before and it is not what is in me. More and more often struck me on the idea that our marriage was a mistake perhaps. Even if I did then, more than anything wanted in the world, I have realized in hindsight that Jethro is not an established relationship in fact able was, and perhaps would never be capable. There were so many references in its closed nature, which I would have to be suspicious. But I wanted to see not just at the time. I was in love, too selfish and blind to it. It was so obvious. He never really dropped sadness that I always hoped to sell, may someday. The endless longing in his eyes, into which I fell in love from day one, and the constant search for something that he seemed to have lost. I remember well that I had him at some point it directly approached and asked to finally talk to me. to tell me what time in the desert was done. to tell me what it even after two years is still threatening to devour within. It verges on obsession, that I wanted to understand him and help him. But he never read it correctly. Although he told me of his comrades and his friends. Some of which he had rescued wounded and others who had died in his arms. From the grief, pain and rage he felt it and yet I felt that this was not all. That's just the tip of the iceberg was his pain. As much as I tried to penetrate more deeply to him and to persuade them to open up to me, the more he closed up. I asked about his family, friends, acquaintances He wandered off, went over the questions or changed the subject. I turned on the most daring conjectures of unhappy childhood to unrequited love. But instead of answering, he often gives me just a mysterious, sad smile.
was more and more aware that I could not live longer. I longed for more - for openness, understanding and security. For something that I could not give Jethro apparently from deep within. Something I believed he had found during a three-month absence from the service to him in the arms of another man. I still remember, it was not planned and no long-running affair. It was a gaffe, which helped me to dispel the loneliness. One slip, which was a fatal mistake when he caught me with this man in the act. I secretly wanted Jethro punish me for the lack of security, but he did not deserve that we both had not seen and yet it had happened. I can still see his disappointed face in front of me. His blue eyes, piercing me, asking eyed and the icy look that was looking for my former playmates fled into the distance.
No matter what I did then, I could see, feel how much I had hurt him. I knew exactly even if I may not be as loved as I did, it hurt him. I had abused his trust, he betrayed and disappointed - a good committed to not resist-making errors.
It did me very sorry and I would have given anything else for it to make it good again. But it helped no words, no gestures and I knew from the very clear that there was no turning back. I had lost my chance - it was from.
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Ironically, now, an eternity later, I stand here again, this time as a self-deceived. Again my eyes wander to the strange red-haired woman who is more impatient. I wonder me inevitably, what is the reason for the apparent from their marriage. Again, I remember the emptiness I felt after my first divorce, and lost the feeling of having something unique for ever. While I still revel in memories and have completely forgotten why I am actually been here, a slender man with gray hair comes through the revolving door. He wears a dark suit, limps a little and go with expressionless mine to the waiting woman. He keeps his distance, and welcomes it to her only briefly with the name Stephanie. I trust my eyes and has a surprised According to suppress. The phrase "The world is a village" seems to me at this moment more than apt, because I never ever had with my first ex - husband expected. Not even in my dreams I would have thought of Jethro to meet here today.
An unwanted noise but my hand directs his attention to me. Our eyes meet. I see his blue eyes, found a surprise, thoughtfully expressed therein. Me, it goes through hot and cold. He still has the power to make me shiver with just a glance, and yet it takes a moment to myself recognizes. A shy smile spreads across my face, which he acknowledged with a silent nod. More time than this cursory glance Contact us remains, since it's not - speaks woman from the side. She speaks softly. I understand their words do not only see her disappointed look and his irritated expression. It seems almost as if this marriage is also something went wrong, just as it was in ours. The question of whether there with him, as well as for me, is perhaps the second or the third attempt already imposes itself on me. But all I'll never know, because he follows her up the stairs to the end of her marriage to seal final. Undecided whether to go or perhaps better still to wait, I do not touch me from the place as Jethro once again turns to me. He gave me a smile at parting, and I know that both of us back then, even though it hurt to have made the right decision. We have tried, but it should not be. A sad realization, but it helps me to let go. I smile back and wink at him encouragingly, before I turn away and receive through the revolving door to a new stage of life going.
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