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I never thought we’d get here one day.
Sure, the thought crossed my mind on a random day of fall; the silver in your hair shining under the sun, that cheeky smile lighting your stupid face, taking the years away along with those worry lines I caught myself looking at sometimes.
Thoughts became dreams; ridiculous stories created in the dark of the night, the intimacy of my bedroom, by my subconscious after another one of your stunts fueled by that infuriating hero complex of yours.
God, I hate your hero complex and that ease you have to sacrifice yourself at the first opportunity. It’s like you don’t think of yourself as a person but just as a soldier or a pawn that can be replaced by the first agent coming through the door, not even considering how your absence would affect others, the agency…or me.
Dreams turned into daydreams; filling my brains with images of you, of us in the fire of passion, combusted by the flames of forbidden pleasure and secret encounters.
I found my body harder to control when I had to be mindful of my environment; Tony inquiring looks, the countless HD cameras, trained agents walking around at all time, the director sometimes glancing at his most efficient team and of course, maybe the most difficult to keep everything from, you.
Those blues eyes, piercing through my soul, making me feel as naked as I was in those sinful scenes playing in my mind. Watching me, raising a curious eyebrow, perceiving my guilt but not quite knowing what I was trying so hard to hide from everybody. A subtle tilt of your head and I could hear the question as clearly as if you had spoken it at loud. Silently thanking your discretion, I’d lower my eyes afraid you’d manage to breach in and find answers if you searched any longer.
Daydreams anchored themselves in the real world with each touch of your hand on mine, handing me an evidence bag, each order spoken slightly softer than the ones directed at DiNozzo or McGee, each protective stance, each glimpse of pride at my refusal to back down in front of you or any misogynistic remark coming my way.
Once the threshold between reverie and reality was crossed, I knew the battle was lost and it’d only be a matter of time before someone would notice something was off with my behavior when it came to you. But it didn’t stop me from naively trying to act as if nothing had changed for me and as if I wasn’t already madly in love with you.
My stubbornness in front of weakness led to impromptus fake coughs attempting to divert your attention from the too pretty redhead disgustingly trying to flirt on a crime scene, forgotten bags, expensive nutmeg coffee spilled all over one of my favorite coats resulting in a very annoying but worth it boy-like laugh from you, a dent on the passenger door of one of the team’s cars and many other inconveniences I wish I could forget.
Being the man you are and the talented agent we know, respect and kind of fear depending on who you’re asking, it took you less time than I was comfortable with to figure me out. But to my surprise and in contradiction with the warning you gave me the night we stepped out of Air Force One, the lay-off I was expecting never came. Instead, on that chilly spring night, in front of my apartment door, you put a strand of hair behind my ear, stroke my cheek more lovingly than any of the several men I dated trying to get over you ever did and gently pressed your mouth against mine. I’ll never forget the warmth and unexpected softness of your lips that I later realized made perfect sense since you always have a chapstick somewhere.
Your hand going on the side of my neck felt like it had returned to its rightful place, the one on my waist pulling me closer to you, making me feel like I had always been yours without even noticing or caring. The whole embrace managed to somehow exceed all of my expectations while bringing me back to a life we had only shared in my mind.
And now, three years later, I am standing in front of you, ready for something I kept hoping for but never thought would happen to the woman I worked so hard to become. With my terrible temper, my too sugary coffee and that tofu I keep trying to feed to you, I can’t wait for you to make me the second most legendary NCIS Special Agent Gibbs.
Jethro, you changed my life in the best way possible, introduced me to my second family, helped me reach several of my goals, showed me I was deserving of unconditional love and opened my eyes on all the creative ways we can stay entertained on a day off.
I promise to love you, respect you and be faithful to you for as long as I breath. And once I die, count on me to find you in the afterlife so I can spend the eternity by your side.