Painted On My Heart Chapter 1, a ncis fanfic

This is my second attempt at writing a JIBBS fanfiction so be patient with me I know exactly where I want to take this.

Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs casually walked up to the bar at the small nightclub on River street in Savannah, Georgia .

It was a little after 2100 hours and he was right on time to meet the mysterious arms dealer his informant in Norfolk had told him about in interrogation two days ago.

"Dinozzo, do we have a visual in here?" Gibbs asked quietly into the cuff of his shirt sleeve.

"That's affirmative Boss" Tony replied from his place on the other end of the room near the restrooms.

"David, are you in position?" Jethro knew the answer to that question before he even asked but with all things being equal he couldn't show Ziva any more confidence than he did Tony.

"I'm ready Gibbs, but how do we know who we are looking for?" asked Ziva who had an uneasy feeling about being so far from home and looking for someone who could only be described as a ghost.

That's a good question Gibbs thought to himself. This whole debacle had started three days ago when his team picked up a small time arms dealer with a rather large cache of assault rifles in Norfolk.

During what turned out to be a five hour interrogation with himself and then Ziva the man known as Scott Hood cracked and told them all he knew, which wasn't much but enough to get the team onto a plane and to Savannah, Georgia rather quickly.

Scott Hood was a twenty seven year old Marine who had recently returned from Afghanistan. Intelligence picked up chatter about a young marine selling assault rifles to local gangs in the DC and Maryland areas. The weapons were obviously coming into port through Norfolk.

"Would you like a drink buddy?" the busy bartender asked as he finally made his way down to Gibbs end of the bar.

"Yeah, Bourban" Gibbs replied while taking another look around the bar.

The place was getting packed rather quickly Gibbs thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tony chatting with what appeared to be a teenager but in actuality was probably a college student.

"Dinozzo, what are you doing?" Gibbs barked as quietly as he could into his com.

"We are looking for a woman, right Boss?" "I just thought I would look around and chat to the locals"

"You are leering at that poor girls cleavage Tony" Ziva said from her position now at the opposite end of the bar where Gibbs sat.

"Yeah, a woman is all Hood said he knew about his contact" Gibbs replied.

Their suspect Hood had only heard of the woman who had her base of operations in Savannah, Georgia. He had said that she was referred to as the "Ghost". She was supposedly a middle man for higher up arms dealers in South America and the Middle East.

The atmosphere in the club seemed to shift as the hour passed. Locals and tourists alike were partaking in extreme amounts of alcohol as the music thumped steadily in the background.

"Ziva, do you see anything unusual?" Gibbs asked for like the eighth time in twenty minutes.

"No Gibbs, just a lot of drinking and dancing." Ziva responded while watching Tony dance with yet another young girl while supposedly maintaining his cover as a tourist.

"This is the place Hood said she meets her contacts at right David?" Gibbs was getting more and more on edge as time passed.

"Yes Gibbs, Hood said that all of his sources told him she comes here on a regular basis but never stays long and none of his contacts could give him a better description besides being blonde and very very sexy" Ziva sighed, she felt like they were wasting their time here and she for one had the urge to get out and explore this beautiful city she had never before been to.

Well, thought Gibbs to himself one thing we do not have here is a shortage of sexy blondes. Although he would take a sexy redhead over a blonde any day and that thought in itself made him want another drink.

"Bartender" Gibbs practically shouted over the music. He waved his empty glass in the air to let the bartender know what he wanted and was quite pleased when the barkeep responded rather quickly.

"Say, do you have many people who come here on a regular basis?" He asked the barman while he had his attention.

"Sorry buddy but we are always so packed in here and with the tourists and the steady flow of soldiers coming through Fort Stewart it's like a revolving door around here"

That's smart thought Gibbs pick the busiest tourist spot which is so packed that people are literally flowing out into the street. That's what I would do if I were trying to keep a low profile.

"Dinozzo, David, pack it in for the night and go back to the hotel and help McGee go over the footage from your hidden cameras" Gibbs spoke into his cuff again while being cautious that no one could see him.

"What about you Boss?" Tony asked

"I am gonna hang out here for a while see what happens" Gibbs replied irritated that Tony questioned him.

About an hour and several drinks later Gibbs was actually starting to unwind a bit. He had been surprised when several women had approached him and tried to chat.

He turned each down gently with a smile, how could he possibly explain to anyone at this point what he was doing here and that was on the professional side.

The personal side of him blocked out all women, all women who weren't green eyed, redheads with wicked smiles and mischief in their eyes.

I have had too much bourbon Gibbs thought and that meant when he closed his eyes later in bed he would see that face again, the one that taunted him every time he drank .

Or hell if he had to be honest it taunted him all the time he just only ever admitted it to himself when he drank.

"Hey buddy" The bartender finally got his attention

"Yeah" Gibbs responded trying to shake off the feeling in his gut that had suddenly appeared along with his memories.

"The lady asked me to give this to you" The barkeep replied as he slid another Bourban over to Gibbs.

"What lady?" Gibbs asked, suddenly feeling very wary while scanning the dark room for anything unusual.

"Beautiful blonde, wearing a little bitty green dress. Sexy as hell , told me to give this to you" He said as he walked away.

Gibbs sat and contemplated the situation for a moment, she must have been watching him to know what he was drinking but he had been vigilantly scanning the bar all evening.

Could it be the same woman he came here to find he asked himself. At that moment the room seemed to darken even more if that was possible and the music changed somewhat.

It was still rock or whatever the kids called it nowdays but it was slower and sexier. He sat and listened to the words.

I thought you'd be out of my mind

And I'd finally found a way to

Learn to live without you

I thought it was just a matter of time

Til I had a hundred reasons

Not to think about you

But it's just not so

And after all this time

I still can't let go

Gibbs felt as if something was sitting on his chest. The song thumping in the background and the feeling in his gut along with the smell of the perfume that had permeated his senses suddenly.

"Wanna dance?" The voice breaking through his reverie accompanied by the small hand touching his back that seemed to sear through the light cotton shirt he wore without his usual tee underneath.

In what seemed like slow motion Gibbs spun on his barstool and looked directly into the most magnificent green eyes he had ever known.

"Jenny" He wasn't even sure if the name had passed his lips, hell he wasn't even sure this was happening at all.

But he did feel the delicate fingers press against his lips and he heard the faint "Shhh" come from the beautiful exotic mouth as her other hand found his and pulled him to the dance floor

I've still got your face

Painted on my heart

Scrawled upon my soul

Etched upon my memory baby

I've got your kiss

Still burning on my lips

The touch of your fingertips

This love so deep inside of me

Jethro was transfixed by the woman who was now firmly in his grasp on the dancefloor. Not one word had been spoken aloud but much had been communicated through their eyes.

He moved his hand into her hair and thought to himself he could learn to really love blondes. It was still the same silken texture it had always been but now so much longer than he ever remembered.

The dress she wore was probably illegal in some states, having no back at all to speak of except for a very thin strip covering her ass and the front afforded him a very clear view of two of her best assets.

Her small hands were now wound around his neck with her face turned in so he could feel her hot breath on his chest that was exposed. His arousal was swift and painful and becoming very evident.

I was trying everything that I can

To get my heart to forget you

But it just can't seem to

I guess it's just no use

In every part of me

Is still a part of you

The words to the song in the background had him mesmerized. The woman in his arms had him completely undone. The feel of her soft lips on the skin at his throat had him totally discombobulated, and the searing heat coming from the small hands moving up and down his back had him rock hard.