So, I'm in this forensics lab, and I'm apparently some version of an Abby. And then, Gibbs walks in.
Back up, for those of you who live sad lives in which NCIS is not involved (I pity you, by the way. Yes, Carolyn. I'm talking to you.) Gibbs kind of, sort of died on NCIS Tuesday. Which made me scream "NO WAY!!!" And go through the stages of grief. Mostly denial. And eating of ice cream. Here's the thing. I only watched the first 3 minutes (thanks to my mean, mean mommy) where DiNozzo (unsuccessfully) tried to resuscitate Gibbs.
Now, Dawn and I were in a discussion on the way to Fort Rapids last night over who would win in a fight between Gibbs and Jack Bauer. We at first said Jack Bauer, but then decided that Gibbs would outwit him and Ziva would probably come and blow up Jack Bauer. Sorry, 24 fans. I know I will get cyber-tomatoes thrown at me. Oh well. Gibbs is just that smart. And his head-slapping powers are unmatched.
Anyway, so Gibbs cannot die! Will not die! So, I call my friend, Brittany, who is just as obsessed with NCIS as I am and had seen up to the lack-o-resuscitation and nothing else and was also in mourning. I asked her to finish the episode for me due to my lack-0-internet and call me back. So me and Dawn pace and wait for the phone call to hear if Gibbs is among the living. And he was. I knew it.
So back to my dream.
I see Gibbs and go up and hug him (all Abby-style and stuff) and say, "Hey, Gibbs? Weren't you dead?"
"Finish the episode. Did you really think I would die in a submerged car? That's just not cool enough."
Well, duh. The guy survived a terrorist explosion.
I'm off to watch this episode now.