Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 1,000
Setting: Tag to 06x04 Heartland
Note: Title of M*A*S*H episode 01x12 inspired this fic...
Series: Letters to Home
Crossposted: ncisfanfic; ncis_fic; ncis_slash; gibbs_dinozzo
Summary: After reuniting with his dad, it takes a few letters to start the communication process.
It was great to see you, even in light of what you were home for. There's a lot we left unsaid between us. Probably a lot that will always be left unsaid. But I ain't getting any younger son and I realized that not talking to you for all those years was one of my biggest regrets.
I worked on that car for years. It was the only way I could connect to you. That DiNozzo kid said something about you building a boat in your basement. If that's true, I suppose you were connecting with me.
I don't figure we'll get to see much of each other what with your work and all, but that doesn't mean we have to stay strangers, Leroy. Your momma would have been real upset at how long it's been. Maybe if she had still been around it could have eased the hurt you had over those beautiful girls of yours. I never was much when it came to comfort.
You have a great team son. I can tell they look to you and respect you. That Abby girl is a little spitfire. I think Kelly would have been a lot like her. So full of life.
I know you were a quiet kid, and probably still are, but maybe you should talk sometime. Doesn't matter who, but just talk. Tony was looking at the store and me like we were the Holy Grail. That boy asked more questions than I knew what to do with. Maybe he wouldn't be so nosy if you just talked to him. I think that's all he wants. That boy has a serious case of hero worship if I'm not mistaken. Or maybe something else… If Abby reminds me of Kelly, Tony reminds me of Shannon. They have the same energy. Just something to think about son.
Well, I need to head to bed. Got an early day at the shop planned. Received a new shipment that needs to be priced and shelved.
Don't be a stranger Leroy…
There's a lot I didn't handle well after Shannon and Kelly. You were one of them. I was caught in an explosion a couple years back. When I woke up, it was like I had just lost them all over again. I remembered a lot about that time that I had just shut out.
Tony is… Tony's been with me for a long time. A long time where I haven't told him much about myself. Probably saw you as the best way to get some questions answered. And he might have had some hero worship once, but that's not what it is now. Now… well, now, you're not far off on your comparison.
I can't make any promises, but I'll try to stay in touch.
If what you implied is true, you need to bring that boy back up here sometime when you both can take some time off. I know you have a hard time dealing with your personal life and being around others. God knows if it wasn't for Shannon, I never would have seen you or that granddaughter.
All I'm saying is to give it some thought, son. I'd like to spend time with you and get a chance to know Tony. The boy looked desperate for attention when he was here. There a reason for that?
Give that Abby girl a kiss on the cheek for me, would you? If I was younger… well, you probably don't want to hear your old man go on about that.
Take care son,
You're a hard man to track down. I tried the normal means of getting your address and failed. I knew asking Leroy was out of the question. Finally got it from Abby. She's a character. Just don't get mad at her for giving me this address. I have this feeling you're just as private a man as my son and don't like people knowing where to find you. Hoping you can make an exception for an old man.
I weaseled some information out of Leroy and got an answer to a question that's been on my mind since you were up here for that case. Don't worry, son, I'm not going to string you up outside of town or anything. Don't even plan to use that shotgun on you.
I see what you mean to Leroy, and trust me son, you mean a lot to him. The only times in his life I remember him being content was before his mom passed away and with those beautiful girls of his. Granted, I've missed out on a few years, but I bet it's only been with you that that spark has come back into his eyes.
I don't know if that boy of mine will tell you or not, but you're invited to visit anytime you want. Consider the door open. And if you can manage it, drag that son of mine with you.
Keep Leroy safe…
I'm not really sure what to say. I'm not very good at the whole "meet the parents" kind of thing. I've only done it once and that didn’t end so well.
I'm still getting to know
Both of us getting time off will be difficult. Even harder to take that time off together. We're not military, but "don't ask, don't tell" still plays a major role. Hell, if Gibbs knew I was writing you and that you wrote me… Well, that would be one unforgettable head slap.
Maybe I'll make it back to Stillwater one day…