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“Tear it apart.”

Gibbs' voice shook slightly as the doors closed. The look he received from Abby stuck to him, and he couldn't shake it away. He hesitated a moment before switching off the elevator and letting his arms fall limp at his sides.

He knew that it would only take one word to keep Abby from destroying years of work, but he heard a chainsaw start up, and knew it was too late. He wasn't usually the kind of man that went back on his word anyway. Stuck between two floors, there was nothing he could do, even if he wanted to.

Gibbs stood in his own silence, thinking about everyone he had ever shared that boat with. He smiled sadly, remembering all the hands that had worked in tandem with his, and everyone who had seen him (or watched him) working.

He thought both fondly and bitterly about the entire days and nights he'd spent in his basement, in deep thought, building, or the hours he'd waste just lying under the frame of the 'Kelly', sawdust and the strong scent of bourbon clinging to his clothes.

The joy he received from sailing was what Gibbs lingered on the most. All of the pain and terrible memories of his life seemed to dissipate into the open water. He didn't forget, but they didn't crowd the corners of his mind. The wind flapping the sails and the calming rise and fall of the waves were liberating.

The look of surprise and excitement on his goddaughter's face when he presented 'Kelly' to her was worth the trip, he'd decided. He smiled genuinely that day for the first time in a while, and felt happy, without regret.

Gibbs finally turned the elevator back on. He couldn't handle the sound of the chainsaw anymore, its teeth digging angrily into the hand picked pieces of wood, devouring the memories that had been created. It was like not being able to protect Kelly all over again.


The crinkle of yesterday's news filled Gibbs' house as he scanned the paper. He sat comfortably at his dining room table, coffee cup in hand, but wasn't happy. He didn't want to read about the ugliness in the world. It made him even more annoyed that it was yesterday's ugliness and not today's.

Gibbs put down his coffee and threw away the newspaper, tired of sitting still in the silence. He headed downstairs, into the empty basement.

He just stood there for a moment, the basement much larger in 'Kelly''s absence. He had already swept up all the sawdust, cleaned his tools, and straightened his workbench (something he never did). For perhaps the second time in his life, Gibbs had no idea how to occupy his time at home. He paced circles in his basement, a stranger in his own home.

He stopped suddenly.
What the hell am I doing?

Gibbs head slapped himself, hard. He then sprinted up the stairs two at a time to change.

I have work to do.

He grabbed his keys, turned out the lights, and left. Out of sorts, Gibbs had no idea where to begin once he arrived at work, but he knew he'd figure it out.

He always did.

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