: Find MeAuthor
: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.Challenge
: ncisdrabble100; Challenge #68 - FaithWord Count
: He has faith that Gibbs will always find him, no matter what.
He sat in the darkness and strained his ears for any sound beyond the dripping of water against the concrete surfaces that surrounded him. He wasn’t sure how long he had been there, but his body was telling him that it had been more than a day. It had been more than a day since he had any food or water that wasn’t tainted with God knows what. It had been more than a day since he had seen any source of light, since he had even seen anything other than the inky blackness that surrounded him.
He could walk around the small room but he had not stumbled over anything or found anything other than the four concrete walls he had felt every inch of the moment he woke up in that place. He had stretched his hands up as far as he could reach in hopes of touching a ceiling or finding an exit to his prison.
Now, at least a day later, he only had one thing left to keep him going; faith, faith that Gibbs would find him just like he always did. Every time he went missing, the former Marine would find him. It was not an option in his mind; it kept him from going insane in the darkness. Gibbs would come and he would be free of the dark prison.
So he sat quietly, listening for any sounds that would indicate his boss was almost there. He tried to pick up sounds of footsteps, voices, anything that would indicate the presence of another human being. He told himself that his faith would not waiver; that Gibbs would come for him. So, he repeated his mantra over and over just to hear his own voice.
“Gibbs will come for me. Gibbs will find me.”