Disclaimer: The song belongs to Adam Lambert. I do not own NCIS or its characters.

oh, nowhere left to go.

are we getting closer, closer?

no, all we know is no.

nights are getting colder, colder.

Jenny stood, on his porch, leaning forward on the tips of her toes. She stood in front of his door, hesitating to knock, her gloved hand fisted in a small ball, an inch away from the wood. It was dark; the lamppost offered little weak, flickering yellow light. The temperature was dropping, quickly. Her cheeks and nose were turning a cherry red, while the tips of her ears turned red too. She shivered, pulling her long coat tighter around herself. She wanted warmth, the warmth he could offer her. But she couldn't do it. She turned around, stepping down on the step, when she heard the door open up behind her.

hey.

tears all fall the same.

we all feel the pain

we can't change.

"Jen?" His voice stopped her in her tracks. His voice brought back all of the memories, the painful, the bittersweet...

"Jen," he repeated. "What're you doin' here?"

Trying her best to conceal the surge of raw emotion that rose up inside her and clawed her on the inside, she slowly turned.

"Jethro, " She tried for a half smile. "It's pretty cold out here. Are you going to let me freeze?" The jibe incited a faint smirk. He opened the door wider, letting some of the warm air rush out. Gratefully, she stepped inside the softly lit hallway.

"Why've you come here, Jen?" He asked as he shut the door behind her.

"Got nowhere else to go," She stated simply, shedding her coat and placing it on the coat rack.

everywhere we go

i'm lookin' for the sun.

nowhere to grow old.

and always on the run.

they say we'll rot in hell

but i don't think we will

they've branded us enough

outlaws of love.

"I was trying to find some warmth," She elaborated.

"Couldn't find any at home, Director?" He asked mockingly. She shrugged, ignoring the jab.

"No one can give me the warmth that you can," she said quietly, releasing her red hair, which fell down from its tight ponytail.

scars make us who we are

hearts and homes are broken, broken.

far, we could go so far

with our minds wide open, open.

She was scarred. She couldn't love anyone, because she knew if she did, they wouldn't ever be able to stay the same. Jethro knew that, and he accepted it. He was hoping though, maybe she could find closure with herself, and maybe, maybe she would let him in. Let him in, let him love her like she loved him.

hey

tears all fall the same

we all feel the rain

we can't change.

She went to him, to escape the pain and to escape the life she had handed herself over to. Turning her back on him, she took a few ragged breaths. Suddenly, she felt his strong, warm arms wrap around her. "It ain't a crime to cry, Jen." He whispered, his soft breath tickling her cold ear. She didn't know, but something clicked within her. Something that let her accept him into her life. Something that let him be part of her, her heart.

everywhere we go

i'm lookin' for the sun.

nowhere to grow old.

and always on the run.

they say we'll rot in hell

but i don't think we will

they've branded us enough

outlaws of love.

She turned around to face him in his warm embrace. Her tired emerald green eyes met his soft ice blue ones. She leaned forward, not thinking about the consequences if they were found out, and she kissed him. Slowly. Passionately.

outlaws of love.

outlaws of love.