"Today is the anniversary of their death" Gibbs spoke as he and his best friend, Ducky, sat together in his apartment, sharing a drink after dinner.
It was a quiet evening, and Ducky knew something must be up if Gibbs asked him over to share a dinner together.
They did hang out outside of work, of course, but Gibbs was a particularly private person most of the time.
The death Gibbs was referring to was the murder of his first wife and his daughter, which felt like a lifetime away.
Ducky knew the entire story, and though he had never asked too many questions to avoid opening an already painful wound,
he was always there for his best friend whenever he needed to talk about it.
"That time of year again..." He replied, with a low tone of voice, and patted Gibbs on the arm. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?"
Gibbs offered Ducky a silent, pained frown and shook his head.
"No, nothing at all. No more than being here, I suppose" He replied, and tried to smile, but failed miserably. "It's nice to have some company today."
"Whenever you need me, just say the word" Ducky assured Gibbs, who nodded knowingly. This had always been true among them.
The rest of the night would be silent and filled with painful memories, but at least he had someone to rely on during those difficult hours.