He Died

I was there the day that he died. He had only taken me with him, we were just supposed to rechecking the crime scene; we didn't think that we would need back up. It had been the scene of a drug deal gone badly and we were going back to look for more answers. We had even been there for five minutes when the gang of the arrested drug lord had jumped out and started firing at us. We called for backup, but it was no use, there were too many of them.

We were crouching behind some crates when I noticed that he was bleeding from the chest, badly.

"Boss," was all I could say before he silenced me.

"I'm not going to make it, but I want you to listen. In Act Five of King Lear, he dies. That's all that is written in the script, simply, he died. That's want I want you to tell everyone, he died. Tell them about my life, and then say, he died, just like that," he said.

"Boss," I said, but he held up his hand again.

"I'm proud of you," he said. "All of you. Tell them that."

And then, he died.

"Wow, Uncle Tim, is that what really happened to Grandpa?"

"Yes, that is, those were his last words to me. Your dad was mad at me for a while because I had been there and he hadn't, but he got over it," I told my nephew.

"Aaron," Ziva called from across the bullpen, "it's time to go home."

"Okay, mom," Aaron said. He picked himself up off of the floor and hugged me.

"See you later," I said.

"Bye, Uncle Tim," Aaron called as he walked out of the bullpen with Tony and Ziva. I leaned back in my chair and smiled. Aaron was going to be a great kid, it was such a shame that Gibbs wasn't here to meet him.

A/N: So, I was watching Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium and I got the idea for this one shot. Hope you liked it.