She's learned that if she wants to have a conversation with her sister, she has to actually show up at the door. It's a bit frustrating, but it is what it is. Her sister is depressed and she can't expect Jenny to come over and sit down with them at the kitchen table. It bugs her, but she can respect it. So, armed with a notebook full of cures for ( Read more... )

MTAC was the only quiet place and he could think, the place no one would automatically look for him. All communications were shut down for the night. He stared at the notes. The two folders overlapped each other - one with the image of a woman he’d never stop loving and the other with the image of a girl who deserved her mother. Somehow, he had to ( Read more... )

She's fucking tired of it. Her first 43 years on the planet might have been spent deferring to her big sister in all matters of everything, down to the prom date Jenny had wanted, but in the last year, she's grown a backbone. Yes, she's hemmed and hawed about calling her sister and confronting her. Jenny's heart was broken in an embarrassingly ( Read more... )

Part of this.Just like with everything else lately, she’s found out through the damned internet. First the ALS and then the wedding and now her big sister is pregnant. She isn’t sure what to think, and it takes a lot to keep the bitchy thoughts at bay. She gets why her sister is pissed at her, but enough is enough and Heather has her own list of ( Read more... )

She challenges me when I need it. She kicks my ass when I need it. But most of all, she lets me be what I need. She doesn't place blame or guilt on herself or me when something doesn't go quite according to plan. She immerses herself in what I'm doing so that she can know where my mind is and all the while doesn't demand inane things like ( Read more... )

He moves slower than he used to, gets tired more easily. He still spends most of his days in the barn, carving boats that will float no where in the desert and naming them after the beautiful redheads who once inhabited his life. Nights are often spent walking out the lingering cramps in his legs, and he's come to be good friends with a few of the ( Read more... )

Despite being a man of few words, Jethro Gibbs was not a man of few friends. He made alliances carefully, picking and choosing his friends and allies. Because of the occasional bottle of bourbon, the phone number of an ex-girlfriend, the handmade Christmas present, he had friends at all levels in all agencies. More than a few times in his life he’d ( Read more... )

Follows thisThe paperwork is more complex than he'd like. As senior agent under the Director and AD, he has long since accepted the responsibilities that come with his position. It doesn't mean he likes any of it, especially since more and more the agency has gone "paperless." It's a bogus, bullshit term that means he does all of his paperwork on ( Read more... )

Follows thisAfter leaving Ziva to clean up Mike's mess of Svetlana, Gibbs takes off to Albuquerque at sonic boom speeds. He careens into the driveway and only then slows his pace. US Marshals dressed as stable hands glance his way, but they knew he was coming so they don't stop him when he gets out of the car, races past the horses and kids, and ( Read more... )

Follows this.

As with most cases, the break does not come in a huge shower of information that leads directly to a hideout. It doesn’t come with some whispering informant on the other end of the line. It comes late at night, when nothing makes sense, when Mike is getting on his last nerve and Gibbs is ready to set fire to the buildings.

( the hunt continues ... )