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The Unlikely Savior

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was in his bedroom going through his wife's thing. It had been three months since the deaths of his wife and daughter. It had been really hard. There were days that he thought about eating his gun over the grief and guilt of not being able to stop him. The only thing that stopped him was thinking of Shannon if she knew what he was thinking. She would've smacked him for even considering such a thing.

Anyway, after months of leaving everything in the house the way it was, Gibbs decided it was time to go through Shannon's things and decide what to do with them. He was going through the dresser when he found it. He opened one of the corner drawers and found a folded piece of paper with his name on it. He immediately took it out, unfolded it, and began reading.

Dear, Jethro,

I'm writing this because I've been warned that the people I'm testifying against are extremely dangerous. Agent Franks assures me that NIS will do everything they can to protect me and I believe them, but in case something goes wrong, there are some things I need you to know.

The first thing I need you to know is that I love you and that this is not your fault. I know you, Jethro. I know you and I know you'll feel guilty for not being able to stop whatever happened. You will stop that immediately! I will not let you blame yourself for something you had no control of.

Gibbs chuckled even as the tears streamed down his face. Shannon knew him so well. She even seemed to know how he'd react to her death. God he missed her so much.

Gibbs cleared his throat, wiped his tears and went back to reading.

The last thing I need to tell you is going to be very shocking to you. Please know that it wasn't that I was trying to hide it from you. It's just that it's very hard for me to talk about it. Even as I write this, it's extremely difficult. Alright, so I'm just gonna come out and say it. I have a son.

Gibbs stopped reading and gaped in shock. For a minute there, he thought he must have read it wrong. His wife had just told him she had a son. How was that possible? Was she pregnant the last time he went away? God, had he lost another child.

Rather than speculate further, Gibbs decided to keep reading. First though, he went over to the bed and sat down. He figured it was better he be sitting for the rest of this.

I know a hundred things are probably going through your head right now, so let me just put a stop to that and explain. It was a couple of years after we met, but before we got together. He was born November 9, 1977. It was the result of a one night stand. I didn't get the chance to name him. Someone stole him from the hospital before I had the chance.

I spent a very long time looking for him. In fact, I've never stopped. I still call the detective in charge once and a while. It never does any good though. I'm sorry I never told you about this. Like I said, it was just so hard. The only way I survived it was thinking about it as little as possible

I'm telling you this now because I need you to do something for me. I need you to carry on the search for my baby. I can never truly rest until I know he's okay. Please do this for me, Jethro. I need to know that my son is safe and happy. I know it's a lot to put on you all at once, especially since you're probably in a lot of pain right now, but I just need this one last thing from you. Who knows, maybe it'll help you too. If you find him, please tell him that I love him and that I've never given up hope of finding him. I have a letter hidden in our safe for him. Please show it to him when you feel he's ready for it. Thank you.

Love Shannon

Gibbs was suddenly glad he sat down. He was in complete shock right now. His wife had just told him in a letter that she had a son. There was a kid out there that belonged to his wife. A kid that was stolen from her.

Gibbs soon became angry. Some bastard had taken Shannon's child from her. Someone had caused her a lifetime of pain. She'd spent fourteen years in agony, never knowing what happened to her child. She never even got to see him except for when he was born. If she got to hold him, it was only for a minute. She didn't get to see him grow up. She didn't even get to give him a name. That had been robbed from her along with her child. She died never knowing if her son was even alive.

Gibbs' thoughts went to the boy. He wondered what the kid would be like. Would he look like Shannon? Would he have her eyes or her hair color? Would he have her amazing smile? What about his personality? Would that be like her? Would he have anything in common with Kelly? She was his sister after all.

That hit him too. His little girl had a brother that she would never know. Even if he was found, Kelly would never know him because she was gone. She would never get the chance to see him and he would never see her. It was all so unfair. His wife and daughter deserved to have the chance to know their son and brother. This kid deserved to meet the mother he'd been stolen from and the sister he never had the chance to meet.

So much was going through Gibbs mind that he could barely think. There was only one thing he knew for sure. He had to find this boy. Shannon's last wish was that he find her child and that was exactly what he was going to do. He would not fail Shannon again. One way or another, he was going to find this kid and bring him home.