Disclimer – I don't own NCIS

A-N- very short, but just a taster….

Leroy Jethro Gibbs stepped out the car, his famous gut churning. Something wasn't right. She'd slipped her detail before, yet this time was different, he could feel it.

As he walked around the car, he saw her; red hair fanned on the pavement, white skin paler that usual contrasting to the grey concrete, the pools of blood that made his heart split in two. He didn't even register his movements as he ran around to her. Her head cradled her leveraged her on his knee. Her face cupped he soothingly stroked his hair, desperate to comfort her in any way. He planted soft kisses on her forehead.

"Jen…you fight this, you hear me? I do not give you permission to dye!" Gently he brushed her hair aside from her face. Blood trickled from her mouth. Her week attempts to speak were silenced by his callused thumb placed lovingly over her lips. . "Help's coming Jen. You hear me? For once in your life do as your god dammit told and fight!"

She raised her hand to his cheek, just as she'd done so many times as lovers. "I…I'm Sorry." She said in a hoarse voice barely more than a whisper. Then her eyes slowly closed as if she were going to sleep…

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