NCIS ::: Set Me Free CH 3 & 4
Chapter 3: Highway to Hell : AC:DC
Highway to Hell: AC/DC
CH 3
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Highway to Hell: AC/DC
I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Gibbs paced his basement. The letter clutched tightly in his hand. How could his father? How could Tony? No they are not to blame. It is all on him. Picking up his bottle of scotch he drank it letting it burn down his throat. The fires of hell burning inside him. Chasing him to the end of the earth. The fire didn't have to go that far. His constructed almost finished boat lay in tatters around him. A boat that he had spent unruly hours on with old fashion tools. Even getting DiNozzo to help him out. Now splinters.
Kicking a piece off his chair he sat down. Anger, sorrow. What had he done? The bottle of scotch staring at him. Egging him on. Urging him to step off into another level of hell. Is he ready to jump right to the bottom or ready to start climbing again to the top?
Chapter 4: Climb Every Mountain
Climb Every Mountain: Bernadette Larson
CH 4
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Climb Every Mountain: Bernadette Larson
A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life
For as long as you live
Jackson looks out the cabin window to observe his youngest son work through his katas. Who knew that the boy had a Zen side? Going through the slow movements. Learning not to sneak up on the young man finding himself in an advanced Jujutsu move. How trained up this boy is? Now he observes from the window. Going to the door he wants to alert His grandson lunch time as not to surprise him out of his Zen. The young man recovered physically but the mental, emotional. Time would tell.
"Tony?" Tony stops his exercise turning on Jackson a full blown smile. Some fake, some true. Jackson steps toward him. "Ready for some lunch?" Tony picks up his discarded shirt. Covering up the remaining bruises and healing wounds. Jackson cringed behind his smile. They have hurt his family for the last time. But,
"Food sounds great." The outside wilderness had been good for him, for them. Open wide breaths of air. A lake a simple walk from the cabin. Who knew that city boy DiNozzo had a hearty country boy side. This cabin they are in a secret that has been Tony's secret ever since he had been let go from his parents, his father. And know Jackson knew and helps out. The boy had the place set up for all types of weather and situations. They've gone hunting several times. Watching Tony tan the leather then watching him make a belt for both of them. Jackson could only be amazed at all these hidden talents that no one was let in on. Grateful that Tony could be so open with him. Open, no going back. The door had been opened. Only him allowed through so far. His older son blind to this.
Tony sat across from him. Their home made bread, the homemade wild man stew. Laughter over something stupid. Jackson loved this, loves Tony. But how to make this family work. He missed Leroy. Missed his son who had began to bridge the gap. And now they are on opposite sides again. And he had to chose. He chose the one on the crumbling side to rescue. Helping anyway he can.
Highway to Hell: AC/DC
CH 3
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Highway to Hell: AC/DC
I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Gibbs paced his basement. The letter clutched tightly in his hand. How could his father? How could Tony? No they are not to blame. It is all on him. Picking up his bottle of scotch he drank it letting it burn down his throat. The fires of hell burning inside him. Chasing him to the end of the earth. The fire didn't have to go that far. His constructed almost finished boat lay in tatters around him. A boat that he had spent unruly hours on with old fashion tools. Even getting DiNozzo to help him out. Now splinters.
Kicking a piece off his chair he sat down. Anger, sorrow. What had he done? The bottle of scotch staring at him. Egging him on. Urging him to step off into another level of hell. Is he ready to jump right to the bottom or ready to start climbing again to the top?
Chapter 4: Climb Every Mountain
Climb Every Mountain: Bernadette Larson
CH 4
Set Me Free
BY Wolfa Moon
SUMMARY: It hasn't always been this way for DiNozzo. He remembered brighter days. Before the dark ones came Stole his mind and wrapped my souls in chains
DISCLAIMER: No own. Just passing through. Own none of the music but I love it.
Climb Every Mountain: Bernadette Larson
A dream that will need
All the love you can give,
Every day of your life
For as long as you live
Jackson looks out the cabin window to observe his youngest son work through his katas. Who knew that the boy had a Zen side? Going through the slow movements. Learning not to sneak up on the young man finding himself in an advanced Jujutsu move. How trained up this boy is? Now he observes from the window. Going to the door he wants to alert His grandson lunch time as not to surprise him out of his Zen. The young man recovered physically but the mental, emotional. Time would tell.
"Tony?" Tony stops his exercise turning on Jackson a full blown smile. Some fake, some true. Jackson steps toward him. "Ready for some lunch?" Tony picks up his discarded shirt. Covering up the remaining bruises and healing wounds. Jackson cringed behind his smile. They have hurt his family for the last time. But,
"Food sounds great." The outside wilderness had been good for him, for them. Open wide breaths of air. A lake a simple walk from the cabin. Who knew that city boy DiNozzo had a hearty country boy side. This cabin they are in a secret that has been Tony's secret ever since he had been let go from his parents, his father. And know Jackson knew and helps out. The boy had the place set up for all types of weather and situations. They've gone hunting several times. Watching Tony tan the leather then watching him make a belt for both of them. Jackson could only be amazed at all these hidden talents that no one was let in on. Grateful that Tony could be so open with him. Open, no going back. The door had been opened. Only him allowed through so far. His older son blind to this.
Tony sat across from him. Their home made bread, the homemade wild man stew. Laughter over something stupid. Jackson loved this, loves Tony. But how to make this family work. He missed Leroy. Missed his son who had began to bridge the gap. And now they are on opposite sides again. And he had to chose. He chose the one on the crumbling side to rescue. Helping anyway he can.