Note: This is my first time posting a fan fic story. Please review. I should have put this in here first, but I'm learning the website and formatting, so it's all new to me.
Disclaimer: I own Jess Canton, but I do not own the characters of NCIS. They all belong to CBS and Donald Bellisario, but then you all know that.
It was a fine, sunny, spring day in the District of Columbia, and Jess Canton took a moment out from her sightseeing to just enjoy the warm spring sunshine and the scent of the cherry blossoms on the soft breeze.
She was recovering from a recent deep loss, the loss of her husband and soulmate of five years. Though she was young, Jess had loved him with all of her soul, and had had a hard time going through all the motions of the funeral, trying to close down the business they'd owned together, and sell off equipment and property no longer needed, as well as paying off old debts with the money from the insurance. All that settled, she'd gone on a much needed trip away from home, away from all that she knew, all that reminded her of the deep and searing pain in her soul.
After several months, Jess was beginning to reach a point where she could again see the simply joys of life, the happiness in a sunny day. And the scent of the cherry blossoms was a joy, in its own way, too. Sitting on a park bench half a mile from the towering Washington Monument, enjoying the sun, was a moment in time she could actually live without the agony of her loss intruding on her. For soon enough, the pain would, indeed, intrude on her again.
After a while, it did intrude, and Jess sighed deeply, stood again, and resumed her walk. She was waiting for a bus, back to the two bit motel she'd been living in, when she heard someone shouting behind her. She'd barely turned to see what was happening, when she saw the barrel of a pistol glinting in the sunlight. Aimed at her.
A man shouting for her to get down faded into the background as Jess froze, shocked at the non-descript man pointing a weapon at her, finger on the trigger, face impassive as he prepared to kill her. She dived for the scant cover of a trash can as the gun went off, and a scream tore itself from her lips as a bullet tore into her thigh. The man vanished into the screaming, fleeing crowd, and as she lay there, bleeding heavily, Jess idly wondered what the hell had happened. The searing pain in her leg was enough to make her pass out, and before she did, she saw a short man in a long trenchcoat cover her as though she were dead.
NOTE: I opted to cut this off here because I wanted to get a feel for posting on this website and what is involved in doing so. I'll update soon.