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NCIS Hiatus Part 2
Spoilers for both parts of the season finale within.
Dear Leroy Jethro,
so you wake up from a coma, remembering that you lost your wife and daughter, remembering that you fucked a guy, unable to deal, it's raining and btw the terorists blew up a ship full of marines, fuck that, you think, I'll retire.
That, my dear Jethro, is what we call a midlife crisis. Ducky had one and bought a sports car, albeit an old and classy one. But then, Ducky always had class, something you've been sorely missing. Oh, I love you for everything you are, strong, honest, stubborn, proud, always right. Class is not one of these things. But I love you, and so does Tony, and so does the rest of what used to be your team.
But you kept your life secret from them. Always right, you didn't share that you lost your daughter and your wife with anyone. You ran away from that pain, hiding in three other marriages. Just like you are running away now. From what, I ask. Failure?
Hardly. You were never the one to take the blame for things you are not responsible for. You knew you couldn't have stopped that bomb. So you get frustrated with the people on top? Well, you've always been frustrated with them, but you refused to follow your career and change things. That, my dear Jethro, is called cowardice.
And just like you didn't care to share your life with your team, you don't care that you let the people who love you alone now. No, they don't need you. Tony will do, as you said. But they want you, and you are too much of a bastard to stay.
You know, Gibbs, you'll see where you were wrong some day. You are the last person who'll be satisfied fishing and drinking beer for the rest of your days. You'll start thinking about your team in a while, wondering how they are, wondering how Tony is dealing with being the boss. You aren't worried that he can't deal, but you are always worried when he is out there without you. You won't forget them, just like you never forgot Kelly and Shannon.
And then you have to make your choice: stay there, on the beach, not sharing that you miss them because it would be a sign of weakness? Or will you for the first time in your lie admit that you are wrong and go back to them. Go back and share your life with them, show that you care. Say sorry that I left you alone. It was a mistake.
Because saying sorry, despite your rules, is not a sign of weakness. In this case, it would be a sign of class.
I can only hope that you'll grow up to realize that.
Love,
Oceana
P.S.: It really would have been easier if you'd have bought a sports car. Or maybe a nice boat. But you'll realize that as well.
Dear Mr. Bellisario,
remember last year, when you killed of a regular and kept us awake for many nights, wondering who it would be? I'm sure you do, since you did the same thing this year. It should have tipped me off that you were using the same things twice, but I fell for it, not realizing that your show isn't what it used to be.
And until the end I thought you'd kill Tony. It will leave the fans breathless, is what you promised, and Tony's death would have done just that. But, and I have to thank you for that, you weren't brave enough for a real change.
I remember when you killed Kate last year. What a brilliant episode. The picture of Kate, so beautiful in her death, unmarked but for a single red spot, almost spiritual, stayed with us during the hiatus. What a cliffhanger.
What happened to this brilliance? All you could come up with was two episodes of way too much talk in a hospital room, a doctor who looks much better on a horse, flirting with the director, just because you find her so sexy and never want to let us forget that you do? What a waste of precious time. Just like the flashbacks to Paris. Wow, the director and Gibbs had sex. We KNEW. You've told us over and over again. Waste. Of. Time.
Time in which you could have told a real story, in which you could have had the team leaving the headquarters for once (a bit tight on our traveling budget this year, are we?), get them out there to investigate. Get them on the fucking boat, put them in danger. Maybe then I would have held my breath for more than a yawn. But instead you make Gibbs, who wouldn't be caught dead running around in a hospital gown as if he were too weak to change, btw, have a last, rather pointless and confusing talk to one of his superiors in MTAC, blow up a ship (pretty pic, but next time try to make it look less like a firework) and you are done. Oh, you realize, my audience hasn't held their breaths yet, I need to do something. Mark, how about you retire? Hey, I'll send you to a beach for that, you wanted to get out of the studio all year.
I guess it wasn't hard to convince Mark to leave, not after you made him look like someone who has been imitating his former boss all his life. Gibbs, doing what someone else did to him, just because he can. yeah, right. That makes as much sense to me as Gibbs retiring. Gibbs, who is living for his work, who has no private life except for a boat and a bottle of scotch. That Gibbs would never give up, would never leave his team alone like that. And he'd never move to a beach with a chain-smoking ex-agent. Well, not without his boat anyway.
So, Mr. Bellisario, what do we do now? I'll keep watching, yes, but we can't leave things the way they are. So how about we make a deal: I will try to come up with an explanation for the mess you left us in, figure out the thing with Gibbs' boss and try to sort out what happened between him and Tony. You will write a third part to your Hiatus episodes. I suggest you turn Gibbs' boss into a bad guy, reveal that Gibbs is undercover and buy him a jaguar. Alright, a hummer, if you want, it's more Gibbs, but really not pretty. Watch Stargate's Shades of Grey to know how it's done. Remember the basics, good story-telling , take your time, brlliant visual effects. You'll come up with something, I know you are capable.
I will write, you will write, we'll compare notes at the beginning of the new season. And if you have done your homework, I will forget about this ridiculous episode. Otherwise, we will use my script. And really, NC-17 with lots of gay sex has never been that good for the ratings, so you better come up with something yourself.
Good luck .
Regards,
Oceana
P.S.: And while you are at it, have Tony move into Gibbs house, will you? That way your stupid story line of Gibbs retiring would at least have been good for something.
Dear Leroy Jethro,
so you wake up from a coma, remembering that you lost your wife and daughter, remembering that you fucked a guy, unable to deal, it's raining and btw the terorists blew up a ship full of marines, fuck that, you think, I'll retire.
That, my dear Jethro, is what we call a midlife crisis. Ducky had one and bought a sports car, albeit an old and classy one. But then, Ducky always had class, something you've been sorely missing. Oh, I love you for everything you are, strong, honest, stubborn, proud, always right. Class is not one of these things. But I love you, and so does Tony, and so does the rest of what used to be your team.
But you kept your life secret from them. Always right, you didn't share that you lost your daughter and your wife with anyone. You ran away from that pain, hiding in three other marriages. Just like you are running away now. From what, I ask. Failure?
Hardly. You were never the one to take the blame for things you are not responsible for. You knew you couldn't have stopped that bomb. So you get frustrated with the people on top? Well, you've always been frustrated with them, but you refused to follow your career and change things. That, my dear Jethro, is called cowardice.
And just like you didn't care to share your life with your team, you don't care that you let the people who love you alone now. No, they don't need you. Tony will do, as you said. But they want you, and you are too much of a bastard to stay.
You know, Gibbs, you'll see where you were wrong some day. You are the last person who'll be satisfied fishing and drinking beer for the rest of your days. You'll start thinking about your team in a while, wondering how they are, wondering how Tony is dealing with being the boss. You aren't worried that he can't deal, but you are always worried when he is out there without you. You won't forget them, just like you never forgot Kelly and Shannon.
And then you have to make your choice: stay there, on the beach, not sharing that you miss them because it would be a sign of weakness? Or will you for the first time in your lie admit that you are wrong and go back to them. Go back and share your life with them, show that you care. Say sorry that I left you alone. It was a mistake.
Because saying sorry, despite your rules, is not a sign of weakness. In this case, it would be a sign of class.
I can only hope that you'll grow up to realize that.
Love,
Oceana
P.S.: It really would have been easier if you'd have bought a sports car. Or maybe a nice boat. But you'll realize that as well.
Dear Mr. Bellisario,
remember last year, when you killed of a regular and kept us awake for many nights, wondering who it would be? I'm sure you do, since you did the same thing this year. It should have tipped me off that you were using the same things twice, but I fell for it, not realizing that your show isn't what it used to be.
And until the end I thought you'd kill Tony. It will leave the fans breathless, is what you promised, and Tony's death would have done just that. But, and I have to thank you for that, you weren't brave enough for a real change.
I remember when you killed Kate last year. What a brilliant episode. The picture of Kate, so beautiful in her death, unmarked but for a single red spot, almost spiritual, stayed with us during the hiatus. What a cliffhanger.
What happened to this brilliance? All you could come up with was two episodes of way too much talk in a hospital room, a doctor who looks much better on a horse, flirting with the director, just because you find her so sexy and never want to let us forget that you do? What a waste of precious time. Just like the flashbacks to Paris. Wow, the director and Gibbs had sex. We KNEW. You've told us over and over again. Waste. Of. Time.
Time in which you could have told a real story, in which you could have had the team leaving the headquarters for once (a bit tight on our traveling budget this year, are we?), get them out there to investigate. Get them on the fucking boat, put them in danger. Maybe then I would have held my breath for more than a yawn. But instead you make Gibbs, who wouldn't be caught dead running around in a hospital gown as if he were too weak to change, btw, have a last, rather pointless and confusing talk to one of his superiors in MTAC, blow up a ship (pretty pic, but next time try to make it look less like a firework) and you are done. Oh, you realize, my audience hasn't held their breaths yet, I need to do something. Mark, how about you retire? Hey, I'll send you to a beach for that, you wanted to get out of the studio all year.
I guess it wasn't hard to convince Mark to leave, not after you made him look like someone who has been imitating his former boss all his life. Gibbs, doing what someone else did to him, just because he can. yeah, right. That makes as much sense to me as Gibbs retiring. Gibbs, who is living for his work, who has no private life except for a boat and a bottle of scotch. That Gibbs would never give up, would never leave his team alone like that. And he'd never move to a beach with a chain-smoking ex-agent. Well, not without his boat anyway.
So, Mr. Bellisario, what do we do now? I'll keep watching, yes, but we can't leave things the way they are. So how about we make a deal: I will try to come up with an explanation for the mess you left us in, figure out the thing with Gibbs' boss and try to sort out what happened between him and Tony. You will write a third part to your Hiatus episodes. I suggest you turn Gibbs' boss into a bad guy, reveal that Gibbs is undercover and buy him a jaguar. Alright, a hummer, if you want, it's more Gibbs, but really not pretty. Watch Stargate's Shades of Grey to know how it's done. Remember the basics, good story-telling , take your time, brlliant visual effects. You'll come up with something, I know you are capable.
I will write, you will write, we'll compare notes at the beginning of the new season. And if you have done your homework, I will forget about this ridiculous episode. Otherwise, we will use my script. And really, NC-17 with lots of gay sex has never been that good for the ratings, so you better come up with something yourself.
Good luck .
Regards,
Oceana
P.S.: And while you are at it, have Tony move into Gibbs house, will you? That way your stupid story line of Gibbs retiring would at least have been good for something.