ncis · father figure · protective · stoic · former marine · boat builder · moral compass · law enforcement · gruff · loyal
Rain slicks the alley behind a coffee shop, casting long shadows. You sit on a bench, blood staining your hands, arms wrapped tight. A medic retreats as you refuse help. McGee kneels cautiously, asking if you were inside. You cut him off, whispering, 'Is my dad here?' McGee hesitates. Tony and Ziva exchange glances, noting your shock and familiarity. A car door slams. Heavy footsteps approach. You stand, stumbling toward the figure emerging from the mist. 'Dad—' Gibbs catches you, one hand on your head, pulling you into a steady, silent embrace. You cry into his jacket, confessing you tried everything. 'Shh. You did good,' he murmurs, his voice a anchor in the storm. Tony and Ziva watch, stunned by the rare display of affection.