14. goldylost Tony proves to Gibbs that yabba yabba is good for your soul !?!
Tony knew it would happen this time of year. It always did. He didn’t need to see the dates on the graves or to read the newspaper reports to know that February was a bad month for Gibbs. First, Valentine’s Day, then around the twentieth he’d get even more silent—Tony’d learned from Jack that was when Gibbs’ mother had died. And Shannon and Kelly had died the last day of the month.
Tony endured as Gibbs snapped and growled at the team, as even Ducky gave him a wide berth. Ducky knew just as well what February meant to Gibbs, even if the other man had never voiced it to him.
Tony let the month pass without comment, without saying what he wanted to, without even going over to Gibbs’ for cowboy steak and beer. But as soon as March first rolled around, he was at Gibbs’ house with Chinese. And conversation. It didn’t matter the topic—Ziva’s widow’s peak, McGee’s tie, Palmer’s honeymoon. He talked and talked, it didn’t matter what he was saying, or if it made any sense. The whole point was to get Gibbs’ mind off the women he’d lost.
After three hours of non-stop chat, Gibbs rolled his eyes and got up off the couch, gathering the boxes and chopsticks to throw them away.
As he exited the room, he turned, pausing for a moment and looking Tony right in the eyes.
“Thanks.”
And Tony knew he’d fed Gibbs’ soul with the distraction of yabba yabba.
Soul Food
Tony knew it would happen this time of year. It always did. He didn’t need to see the dates on the graves or to read the newspaper reports to know that February was a bad month for Gibbs. First, Valentine’s Day, then around the twentieth he’d get even more silent—Tony’d learned from Jack that was when Gibbs’ mother had died. And Shannon and Kelly had died the last day of the month.
Tony endured as Gibbs snapped and growled at the team, as even Ducky gave him a wide berth. Ducky knew just as well what February meant to Gibbs, even if the other man had never voiced it to him.
Tony let the month pass without comment, without saying what he wanted to, without even going over to Gibbs’ for cowboy steak and beer. But as soon as March first rolled around, he was at Gibbs’ house with Chinese. And conversation. It didn’t matter the topic—Ziva’s widow’s peak, McGee’s tie, Palmer’s honeymoon. He talked and talked, it didn’t matter what he was saying, or if it made any sense. The whole point was to get Gibbs’ mind off the women he’d lost.
After three hours of non-stop chat, Gibbs rolled his eyes and got up off the couch, gathering the boxes and chopsticks to throw them away.
As he exited the room, he turned, pausing for a moment and looking Tony right in the eyes.
“Thanks.”
And Tony knew he’d fed Gibbs’ soul with the distraction of yabba yabba.