Trauma Queen: A NCIS Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty Nine

How Liam knew where I was staying was beyond me. How he knew Gibbs' address was terrifying. A four page handwritten letter arrived in Gibbs' mailbox with no stamp one day after work. He handed it to me and told me to open it and read it out loud to him before we took it to the police.

I ripped open the envelope with shaking hands and unfolded the letter carefully, not even wanting to know what was inside of it. With a shaky breath I began to read.

Naomi,

As you know I am out of jail and wanting desperately to rekindle our love. It has been so long since we have spoken and I miss the sound of your voice. You were everything to me and I am longing for you. I have thought of you every day since we parted and I fall asleep at night thinking of your face.

I do sincerely apologize for destroying your apartment. I didn't know how else to contact you. I knew you had changed your phone number and wouldn't answer if I called anyway. I wanted to do something romantic for you. I wanted to show you how much I care for you. My plan backfired when I heard you walking up the stairs with... him. I had to make my way out of there as fast as possible.

You hurt my feelings Naomi when you didn't write me back the past few years. I wrote you thirty letters and never got a reply. You never visited me either. All I wanted was for you to understand how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you. I want you to know that you hurt me. I know you were the one who called the police. I know you wanted revenge back then. I don't know why you did it, but I forgive you. See how easy it is to forgive? I forgive you. Now, you need to forgive me for what I did. I served my time and learned my lesson. I won't ever do that again.

Do you see me as a monster? I would see you as one if the roles were reversed. But I would forgive you. I'm not a monster though. I made a mistake. I was young and stupid. I'm a changed man now. Prison has changed me. I have realized that I am not the monster that you know. I am not the worst person in the world. I could have killed people, Naomi. But I didn't. I just made five small poor judgement calls.

I love you Naomi. I always have and I always will. You are my everything. You are my first, best, and last love. I will love you until the day I die. I love you with every fiber of my being. All I want is for us to leave the past behind us and move forward. I wish for us to pick up where we left off when I was arrested. I never lied to you Naomi. I always told you the truth. I want you to learn to trust me again. I want you to learn to love me again.

Most of all, I want you to marry me one day. We would make beautiful children and we could get a house in the country, like you wanted when we were in college. We can raise our three children, two boys and one girl, Kayden, Michael, and Jezebel, in a small country house. You could be a scientist and I would be a police officer. We could retire in Vermont so we could ski every day together. It would be the life of our dreams. I can't promise you a whole lot, but I can promise you happiness.

The letter went on in this style for three more pages until it ended with him asking me to meet him and to write back a letter and put it in the mailbox if I agreed. There was an entire page dedicated to him describing what he did to each girl in college to "cleanse his conscious" as he put it.

I placed the letter on the table, folded in front of me, and waited for Gibbs to say something. He looked at me in horror, as if he didn't actually realize how scary Liam was. Tim placed his hand on my knee and rubbed clockwise circles with his thumb. I pushed the letter towards Gibbs.

"I don't know if any of us are safe here anymore." Gibbs' voice was quiet, as if he didn't want anyone to hear.

"How does he keep knowing how to find me?" I asked, my voice shaking.