NCIS One Shots

Let Me In, I Know You Need Comfort (Part 2)

Pairing: Z/G (Father-daughter Relationship)

Ziva David/Leroy Jethro Gibbs POV (Third Person Omniscient)

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Summary:

In separate incidents, Ziva and Gibbs each show up at the other one's door but the other doesn't want company and they try to change the other's mind in the end, they were glad that they stayed

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Again, it was late at night and every other house on the street had their lights off, it was so quiet that you could hear the owls hoot. But not Gibbs', his was the only one that still spilled with warm light in the living room and the basement.

Bright headlights came up and shone on his front porch, then a switch off of the engine and the lights turned off, leaving the front door dark again in the midnight moonlight. Parked next to Gibbs' car, a tall brunette stepped out of the recently arrived car beside his.

The trained assassin walked up the steps hesitantly and stood in front of the door of Gibbs' house. Staring at the decorated glass of the door, she contemplated knocking on the wooden door. She was concerned about Gibbs. 

Tonight once again the last ones to leave the office were Gibbs and Ziva, as the senior lead field agent sat at his desk in deafening silence staring at nothing in particular dazed as if he was deep in thought, gears turning in lightning speed about something troubling. Her finely-tuned Mossad spy senses were acting up.

He was quiet, that was expected, after all, he was a functional mute. But he was unusually self-isolating even towards Ziva, which normally he was more open and caring to. There was none of that tonight, he barely acknowledged anyone's existence. It seemed like his brain and body were on autopilot.

The trained assassin debated with herself if she should check on Gibbs to see if he was okay. Gibbs was always the one who was the strongest, he never showed any weakness, he was like the perfect stoic person. If it was her, she wanted to be left alone. But that's what he wants to think not what his heart actually desires.

Down in the basement, Gibbs was drowning his sorrows in bourbon and working on his boat as usual. Gibbs was miserable, he wanted badly to be alone and wallow in self-pity as he worked on his boat till the morning sun rose up and maybe then he would contemplate going to bed. 

But tonight was different, sanding his boat normally calmed him as the soft even repetitive sounds drowned out the thoughts in his head. Whereas tonight it didn't help him at all, the raging thoughts stayed and yelled at him.

He didn't want to be him anymore, he didn't know if he was adequate for being a team leader, a parental figure. He just felt incompetent, overthinking trying to prove to nobody that he could be better. He was doing well raising his 'kids'? Was he raising his 'kids' right? He was tired and confused about what people saw in him and how they all looked up to him.

There was a dull pain inside of him, an uncomfortable feeling of being in his skin like he could not shake off the irritating feeling of existing, the jitteriness of wanting to escape life but not knowing what could be done to feel better. He just felt crappy.

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After a few more minutes of contemplating, Ziva knocked on the wooden door of the father figure's door, hoping Gibbs would come to open the door even though she knew that it was unlocked, she just didn't want to cross boundaries and let Gibbs willingly on his own let her in and comfort him.