I was listening to the song 'you found me' by The Fray and this story just came rushing to me, so I hope you guys like, it's a little AU but a lot of my stories are.
Disclaimer: I don't own any thing to do with NCIS I just borrow the amazing characters, well let's face it they aren't doing much with Jenny are they?
You found me
Chapter 1
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat in the middle of the bullpen, the only light coming from the lamp on his desk.
Most people would find it creepy, being in the building when not many people were around, not any of the day teams anyway, especially when D.C was experiencing one of its worst storms in years.
But he didn't, he found solitude in the silence, the only sound being the occasional tap of water against the glass of the window and deep rumbles of thunder outside.
He sat with a cup of coffee in hand, he wasn't even sure why he was sitting there, what he was still doing at work.
It wasn't like they had a case, or had had a case recently, it was like all the murderers had gone on holiday or something, not that he really minded, for once he also had someone to go home too, so what was stopping him.
Hollis, thinking or even saying her name did nothing to him, she didn't make him feel very much, yes she was a lovely women, she was sweet, funny, caring and for some reason had put up with him for the past three months. He liked her as a friend but he didn't love her, he knew that, he hadn't loved anyone since Shannon, three more wives and loads of girlfriends had taught him that, it seemed no one could bring back the fire to his heart, the adrenaline through his veins that Shannon had brought him.
Gibbs knew that stringing Hollis along was wrong, she deserved better and he didn't deserve her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, every time he tried she always ended up being so nice to him and it made him put it off, over and over again.
So maybe that's why he always stayed this late at work, he didn't want to have to breakup with her but he also didn't want to go home to her, he just wanted to go home to his boat and bourbon and not feel guilty about the other person in his house and how he should be paying them attention.
Sighing he ran a tired hand down his face and drank the very last dregs of his conference room coffee, his phone rang breaking the solitude of the bullpen.
"Gibbs" he grumbled, not even bothering to look at the caller ID, "Yeah Hollis, I'm leaving now, okay, see you soon, I will, bye" he answered her before slamming the phone down and getting out of his chair.
He slipped his phone into his trouser pocket before slipped his jacket off of the back of his chair and putting it on, zipping it up, then he headed to the elevator.
Moments later he walked out of the metal box and out into the NCIS employee car park, he pulled up the collar of his jacket to shield him from the harsh rain and cold gusts of wind as he jogged to his car.
Getting in, he immediately put on the heaters and began to warm his hands, it seemed the weather man hadn't been lying when he said the storm was only going to get a lot worse.
He then ran a hand through his now soaking wet hair, not liking how it felt, stuck to his head, Gibbs shook his head before settling back into the driver's seat and turning on the engine.
Soon he began his journey home, the streets of D.C were eerily quiet, the light from the street lamps just visible through the blurry sheet of rain.
His windscreen wipers could barely keep up and it didn't help that Gibbs didn't have the best eye site and so everything was naturally a little blurry.
Gibbs was glad no one else was on the road, otherwise he was sure that he would cause some accident, everyone else had probably listened to the warnings telling people not to leave or drive anywhere unless it was necessary, well he hand never been one to listen to rules or play by them, unless they were his own of course.
He continued to drive, keeping his eyes on the road, but something off of the road caught his attention, a car, buried in the bushes, the hazard lights on.
Pulling over , he put his own hazard lights on and killed the engine before putting collar up again and got out, "Hello" he called to see if anyone was there.
Not hearing anything in return Gibbs made his way closer and looked into the back of the car and saw nothing there, he then looked in the front and gulped at what he saw.
A women lay her head against the air bag, blood coming from her nose and side of her head adding red dots to the plain white air bag , her back was in an awkward position.
He climbed through the bushes and yanked the door open as fast as he could, he reached over her, trying not to touch her and unclipped her seat belt, he heard her groan so he stepped back. Her groaning to him was a good sign, she was alive and most likely not to badly hurt, or at least he hopped.
Not sure what to do Gibbs decided that getting her out of the car would probably be best, so he carefully pushed her back into her seat, then managed to put an arm under her legs, noticing the dark bruise forming on one that he reckoned could be broken, so took extra care and the other arm when to her back, and bridal style he picked up her limp body and pulled it out of the car.
As he backed away, he looked down at her face, despite all the blood she was rather pretty, something he knew that was very inappropriate to be thinking in this situation, the rain still falling around them, he wiped the drops off of her cheek.
She let out a light groan again her eyes fluttered open, the green eyes made him loose his train of thought for a moment, it was as if she was looking deep into his soul "Hi" he mumbled, then realised how stupid that must be "What's your name?" he asked her after a moment.
The women in his arms blinked for a moment before mumbling "Jenny" then her eyes closed and she went limp once more, losing consciousness. Gibbs pulled out his phone and immediately called 911.
TBC…
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