NCIS ::: Set Me Free CH 15 & 16
Chapter 15: Missing You: Jem
CH 15: Missing You: Jem
BY: Wolfa Moon
Author Note:
I was tempted to just put up song lyrics without a story around it. . But then thought better. I hope you enjoy. Reviews Helps me Write Faster. Thank you to all who have and just simple, Thank you for reading.
Missing You: Jem
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Don't think I ever believed that
This day would come
Now all I'm feeling
Is lost and numb
Abby sat in the hospital waiting room. She had released energy by pacing up and down the hallways. Finally relenting and sitting her ass in one of the offensive waiting room chairs. Her mind going over everything that has happened.
Music searching.
Phone call.
Hospital.
Her family falling apart around her.
Everything changing too quickly for her liking. Hell for anybodies liking.
I'll always be thankful
For the time we had
We were blessed
I should celebrate
But I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories
Just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody's
Stabbed me in my heart
Everything changes though. And it can happen so quickly. A simple thought can turn your world upside down. There was no music to bang her head to clear out the old thoughts. The webs catching bits of songs leaving his lips.
Clutching the tiny metal casing of the tiny bit of Tony she could hold in her hands.
Worry filling her heart. No words had come form the powers that be.
The others arrive to maintain a vigil. Yet she remains placed in her own little world
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Tell me it's not happening
Say it's not as it seems
Tell me that I'm gonna wake up
It's just a bad dream
Please tell me that it's fiction
Tell me it's just a lie
Whatever you choose to tell me
Please say he didn't die
Music connects on so many levels. Having a life of their own. Lifting the spirit to helping one wallow and deal with their pain. Closing her eyes she wishes she can think of a happy song to cheer her up a little. But all she can do is hold the iPod in her left hand. While in the other hold his watch.
Tick, tick, tick…
And I, yes I, miss you
And it's killing inside
Ooh well I, yes I, miss you
Want you by my side
Ooh well I, miss you
Want you by my side
Back here by my side
Here by my side
Beep, beep, beep go the life monitors in one OR.
While in another it cries aloud.
Chapter 16: Existentialism On Prom Night: Straylight
CH 16
Existentialism On Prom Night: Straylight Run
BY Wolfa Moon
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
Ziva didn't know what to do. Both of her senior officers are out of commission. Remembering how the ringing phone sounded so far away. Yet it was in her hand. Not having to get out of a welcoming bed to reach it. Not interrupting a loving conversation. The foreign noise that could mean so many things. Yet then it made no sound.
Answering it to fears she didn't want ever to become a reality.
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Arriving to see them being rushed by her. Blood flowing under stranger's hands. People barking orders. Orders to save their lives.
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
The man had shot at them. And hadn't relented once they were incapacitated. He had wanted his vengeance of a broken heart. A record that plays over and over again. All in the name of love. Love that could hurt so much. Love left silent. Never voiced but always there.
Afraid what will happen once the words left her mouth. Having been hurt so many times in the past. Loving blood and betrayed.
Betraying those by not trusting those who have her six. Treating the heart as if a child. Opening her eyes, at last, to see what is in front of her
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Problem is she might not get that moment, that chance to let her heart sing. To shout from the rooftops what her heart wants. Playing games to keep her distance. Doing such a good job. Hurting the one she loves.
What is she to do now?
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Humming prayers. Realizing how much the music means. Beating life into silent moments. Tony recent habit of humming. Secluding himself in his music. Silently sung to at his desk. A barrier to cushion the rift that has grown between them. Music heals the soul.
Words doing so much. And silence doing more. In keeping her silence she has lost what ground she has covered in her attempts to hide her heart.
Fear of losing what it wants. And she still might.
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Looking out the window of the waiting room she watches life pass by on the street. You could walk the streets forever and never find your heart. Situations present themselves though. Forced unlikely together. Finding that misplaced spark. Letting the heart beat fast. Feeling it live. Connecting with the world.
Finding a place, a family.
Finding love.
Sing me something soft,
A blood covered phone in one hand.
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
The necklace dangling from her fingertips.
Sing me anything.
CH 15: Missing You: Jem
BY: Wolfa Moon
Author Note:
I was tempted to just put up song lyrics without a story around it. . But then thought better. I hope you enjoy. Reviews Helps me Write Faster. Thank you to all who have and just simple, Thank you for reading.
Missing You: Jem
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Don't think I ever believed that
This day would come
Now all I'm feeling
Is lost and numb
Abby sat in the hospital waiting room. She had released energy by pacing up and down the hallways. Finally relenting and sitting her ass in one of the offensive waiting room chairs. Her mind going over everything that has happened.
Music searching.
Phone call.
Hospital.
Her family falling apart around her.
Everything changing too quickly for her liking. Hell for anybodies liking.
I'll always be thankful
For the time we had
We were blessed
I should celebrate
But I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories
Just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody's
Stabbed me in my heart
Everything changes though. And it can happen so quickly. A simple thought can turn your world upside down. There was no music to bang her head to clear out the old thoughts. The webs catching bits of songs leaving his lips.
Clutching the tiny metal casing of the tiny bit of Tony she could hold in her hands.
Worry filling her heart. No words had come form the powers that be.
The others arrive to maintain a vigil. Yet she remains placed in her own little world
I wish this could be
A happy song
But my happiness disappeared
The moment you were gone
Tell me it's not happening
Say it's not as it seems
Tell me that I'm gonna wake up
It's just a bad dream
Please tell me that it's fiction
Tell me it's just a lie
Whatever you choose to tell me
Please say he didn't die
Music connects on so many levels. Having a life of their own. Lifting the spirit to helping one wallow and deal with their pain. Closing her eyes she wishes she can think of a happy song to cheer her up a little. But all she can do is hold the iPod in her left hand. While in the other hold his watch.
Tick, tick, tick…
And I, yes I, miss you
And it's killing inside
Ooh well I, yes I, miss you
Want you by my side
Ooh well I, miss you
Want you by my side
Back here by my side
Here by my side
Beep, beep, beep go the life monitors in one OR.
While in another it cries aloud.
Chapter 16: Existentialism On Prom Night: Straylight
CH 16
Existentialism On Prom Night: Straylight Run
BY Wolfa Moon
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
Ziva didn't know what to do. Both of her senior officers are out of commission. Remembering how the ringing phone sounded so far away. Yet it was in her hand. Not having to get out of a welcoming bed to reach it. Not interrupting a loving conversation. The foreign noise that could mean so many things. Yet then it made no sound.
Answering it to fears she didn't want ever to become a reality.
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it,
Arriving to see them being rushed by her. Blood flowing under stranger's hands. People barking orders. Orders to save their lives.
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
The man had shot at them. And hadn't relented once they were incapacitated. He had wanted his vengeance of a broken heart. A record that plays over and over again. All in the name of love. Love that could hurt so much. Love left silent. Never voiced but always there.
Afraid what will happen once the words left her mouth. Having been hurt so many times in the past. Loving blood and betrayed.
Betraying those by not trusting those who have her six. Treating the heart as if a child. Opening her eyes, at last, to see what is in front of her
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Problem is she might not get that moment, that chance to let her heart sing. To shout from the rooftops what her heart wants. Playing games to keep her distance. Doing such a good job. Hurting the one she loves.
What is she to do now?
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Humming prayers. Realizing how much the music means. Beating life into silent moments. Tony recent habit of humming. Secluding himself in his music. Silently sung to at his desk. A barrier to cushion the rift that has grown between them. Music heals the soul.
Words doing so much. And silence doing more. In keeping her silence she has lost what ground she has covered in her attempts to hide her heart.
Fear of losing what it wants. And she still might.
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Looking out the window of the waiting room she watches life pass by on the street. You could walk the streets forever and never find your heart. Situations present themselves though. Forced unlikely together. Finding that misplaced spark. Letting the heart beat fast. Feeling it live. Connecting with the world.
Finding a place, a family.
Finding love.
Sing me something soft,
A blood covered phone in one hand.
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
The necklace dangling from her fingertips.
Sing me anything.