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Challenge: ncis_drabble; Challenge #78 - Red
Word Count: 5 x 100
Spoilers: 05x07 Requiem
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncisfanfic; ncis_haven
Summary: The color of red contained a mixture of happiness, pain and anger throughout Gibbs' life.
Red. The day I saw the sunlight shining through her hair, I fell in love. In my heart, I knew that she was the one and that no one else would do. We started a life together and along came our pride and joy, our Kelly. Her hair wasn’t the red of her mother’s, but it shone just the same. In the days before I left for Kuwait, we spent time at the beach. The memory of the setting sun shining down on both my girls was engraved forever in my heart. It carried me through the battles I fought.
Red. When I opened my eyes, I could see flashes of red. The sounds cascading around my head made me want to rip my ears from my head to get away from them. I could feel hands fighting against my movements, holding me down, telling me to lay still. Pain coursed through my body. Voices above me mentioned explosions and death of my fellow marines, that I was lucky. I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. I closed my eyes against the red and tried to picture Shannon and Kelly until I fell into a fitful sleep.
Red. They were dead. I wasn’t there to protect them, keep them safe. Nothing I did would bring them back to me. But I had to do something. I had to kill the bastard that took them away, that ripped them from my life without a chance to say goodbye, without a chance to go with them. I tracked him for days through Mexico. Watched the places he went, saw the whores he fucked, waited for the right moment to take him out the way he did Shannon and Kelly. As I pulled the trigger, red was all I saw.
Red. Seeing the blood at the corner of his mouth both angered and scared me. It angered me because the reason behind it was pointless, just part of a sick woman’s attempt at seeking justice for a perceived wrong. It scared me because there was nothing I could do. There was no way to protect him. I couldn’t hunt it down if the younger man died. The only thing I could do was order him to live. Two weeks later, as I looked at Kate’s blood on his face, I wondered briefly if he would have been better off dying.
Red. I remembered the car, I remembered the water, Maddie’s limp body in the passenger seat, Tony’s face in front of the windshield. Then it went blank. I was in a void. Then I found myself standing somewhere and I opened my eyes. I could see flashes of red at first. And then I saw them. Shannon and Kelly were in front of me once more. I wanted nothing more than to go to them, hold them in my arms and never let go. Something pulled me away. I was left with nothing but the memory of their shining hair.
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