Hi everyone ! I'm Washington-Jones and I'm publish my first story out of the francophone NCIS Universe, which kind of scares me, but, well, I have to do it.
Hope there isn't too many mistakes and hope that you will like the story. Have a nice day (or night).
Enjoy !
KEEP ON RUNNING : introduction
They had never thought that it would be that hard. She hadn't a single idea of what was going on. He, on the other hand, knew. But hadn't expected things to go that far. He coudn't handle the situation anymore. And he was scared. Scared to death, in fact. But she trusted him to hold her hand and protect her. She still had faith in him. And he couldn't betrayed her. He wouldn't let her down. Whatever it cost him. Kelly Gibbs wasn't to die.
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The car crash seemed to have killed the passengers as well as the chauffeur. But she was alive. He had somehow seen it in her posture. She wasn't dead. So, he had shook her as long as it had taken her eyes to snap open and they had been running since her coming back to life.
The weather was rather cold, and she was not only shaking from that reason : the terror in her eyes was enough to tell how shaken her soul was too.
-We won't stop, won't we ?
-Nope. We will run until we're safe.
-How long is it that going to take us ?
-Long enough for you to hate sport for a life time.
-I already hate sport.
-Too bad.
She shook her head and tried to catch her breath. Her long-brown ponytail was completely messed up and hair keep on whipping her face. It was hard to even see where she was running to.
In her sixteen, she wasn't that bad as physical education was concerned, but she wasn't a great athlete either.
-I'm out of it dude.
-Sorry, but we can't stop, even if you're worn out.
-My legs are hurting bad.
-So, you'd rather die that suffer a little hurting ?
-That's not what I'm saying.
-So, shut up and move your ass, Princess.
She didn't hate the guy : she didn't know him and couldn't judge his personality. They hadn't talk that much as their current activity didn't really permit a little chatting, but form what she had heard, his voice was clear and light. He didn't smoke : no hope for a little break to buy some cigarettes.
-Do you even know where we're going ?
-Shut up. Keep your air for breathing. Breathing ONLY.
She moaned and tried to focus harder on running. On running faster. She didn't know what had happened in the car, nor than if her mother was alive. But, just like her companion, what she had seen let her think too much blood out of your body couldn't let you breathing. They had to be dead. So, the only option left was to run with this guy she didn't even know.
-Why are you helping me ?
He must have told her, but, with the situation, she wasn't exactly able to memorize.
-Because you're alive.
-You consider this a sufficient reason to help perfect strangers ?
-No time for joke. By the way, you don't look exactly "perfect".
-Geez, what a gentleman you are.
-Thanks. But next time, tell me something I don't know.
They got to a bus station and he ushered her into the vehicle full of passengers. Glad to take a break, she let him guide her through the crowd and, finally, stopped by his side in the middle of the bus.
She took a look at the guy : she didn't remember his name. Maybe he hadn't even told her ? Yet, that didn't matter. He was young, but older than her. Taller too. Chestnut soaked hair. Big, bright green eyes. He didn't look exhausted as she did, but more like a basketball player after training. His smile was huge, and he just fitted in the masses of people, making himself transparent. She relaxed a little bit as her breathing eased and shot the guy a shy smile.
-I can't remember your name.
-Didn't tell you. It's Tony.
-Just Tony ?
-Anthony DiNozzo. For you, Tony.
-Okay. My name is...
-I already know. Plus, there's a lotta people out of here. Don't give them too much information.
He had whispered the last sentence, but she had get it pretty well. She wasn't to compromised their ID's. She smiled again and he smiled back. She wouldn't die. He wouldn't let her die.