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Bastard
Jackson Gibbs looked around at the empty house he had raised his family in with his, now, dead wife, and fingered the letters in his pocket. Letters may be old-fashioned anymore, but when sent to the attention of an old friend who now had the ear of the Air Force Joint Chief was his son, it would get the work done.
The blank faced little boy, now man, in the deputy sheriff who was to escort him to where he would be staying out the rest of his short life took him by the elbow and led him out of the home the bank had foreclosed on. Why? Because his son was heard by the wrong people who were in power in his town and area, proclaiming to one and all, that he was proud to be a bastard. And those who wanted to get even for past deeds used those words against the bastard’s father to show that no one could deny them in town and get away with it anymore.
The bastard was so sure of himself and his standing that he was too busy to even answer his mail or phone calls asking for help, so the letter to a power which would see justice done to the one who denied his dead mother the sanctity of name by own proud claims. After all, there really were those above him who were not afraid to investigate him from other branches of the service, and by his own, proud, admission, he had broken his morality clause in the agency contract he signed so long ago. A clause, Jackson had proof of action from a letter accidentally sent to him by one of his own whores when he was working in Europe and married to Stephani. And the whore’s testimonial letter stating she had the abortion he had wanted her too, now could he meet her in Prague.
Signed with a DNA admissible kiss from Jennifer Shepard, now director and his boss.
The blank faced deputy escorted him and the few possessions he had been allowed to take with him to the rest home he had been remanded too when the sheriff and the owners of the mine got finished ruining his good name to the point where the bank confiscated everything.
He had no money, but the little pension the government gave him that would now go to the facility for his care, so he was put in the men’s ward where he would be back in the bunks like when he was during the war.
The letters sent off by his last friend in the world who was going to live with family out of state, he quietly took the pills he had gathered, and the nurses were so lax in their work they never found. Laid down. And went to join the sainted wife their son reviled every time he proudly proclaimed his name meant he was the bastard child of hers.
A man who barely had time to go to his father’s funeral as he was just wrapping up the great white whale case against Ari and didn’t get notice of his official mail till the date of the funeral, then fell into the bottle again to reminisce about his poor self in the arms of Ari’s sister, now his daughter returned.
All digital proof now from hidden cameras placed by the investigator’s office of the NCIS IG, of which the head had been personally given the case by the Air Force Chief.
The loud and proud bastard would not know what hit him when the agents raided his unlocked house in the early morning the next day to bring him in for questioning about everything they had found so far.
As the spy cameras and microphones in his unlocked house kept recording.
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11/7/2025