NCIS, Anthony DiNozzo

It was the second anniversary of the wedding that never happened. After all the bride had left him at the altar like the Runaway Bride she was.
And Kate wondered why he was a serial dater.
It was because she was still in his head, after all this time. And even though he had moved right after she left him, he still smelled her perfume in the rooms he wished he were sharing with her still.
He saw the ghost he didn’t want there, and yet refused to leave, of every meeting and love making they had had in their time together.
Gods Above and Below, he still loved her with everything in him as her ghost still won’t let him go.

She was still in his head, and that was all he knew. No matter the hours he spent at work or running, she was the ghost in his head and soul that wouldn’t let go of him.
She stained his soul like no other, and yet Kate told everyone he was but a gigolo like Ducky’s mom had labeled him with in her dementia.

Now on the night of his anniversary, he got blinding drunk as he had already let Gibbs know he was taking vacation days whether the man liked it or not. Let’s see if Gibbs has the balls to keep his promises about being there for him in his need. After all it had been Gibbs who had taken him to the hospital the first time for alcohol poisoning when she had left him, and on his first anniversary.

He stood at his window, with the curtains thrown wide open, a tumbler of scotch in hand as she was ever on his mind still. Especially on this night of all nights.
His land line machine blinking with messages he had yet to hear. His work phone turned off. The same as his cell.
He took another sip of his drink as he still smelled her perfume wrapping around him like a lover, the night sky before him as DC lay open and its lights bright.
He took another sip of his drink, then refilled the tumbler with the last of the bottle, before falling into the arms of his ghostly lover of his nightmares and heavenly dreams.

Maybe next year it will be better and there will be no memories of her in his head. Maybe she will no longer be his perfume lover.
Maybe.

Fin
5/25/2026