A/N: I've had the feeling that many of you not really like the Character of Samantha Ryan, which I don't really understand. I think she is perfect for Gibbs!
I've had the idea for this story for a long time and I finally got to typing it down, I hope you like it and that the fact that it's a fanfic about Gibbs and Ryan doesn't scare you away. So here is the first chapter…
Two weeks… it had been two weeks since he had last seen her and he was worried. He was finally somewhere in his life where he wanted to move forward and not just find a substitute for Shannon. His gut was telling him though that something was wrong, sometimes he had the feeling that he was more in their relationship than she was. She had said so herself, she wished she could stop running. He knew how she felt and what she meant, he had done a lot of running himself.
But finally he was standing still. Now he just needed her to stop running too.
He thought after they had spent the night together, and after the case with Ziva's friend, that they were moving forward, but now two weeks later he wasn't so sure anymore. All he could hope for was that she wasn't running away from him.
He had thought about driving to her office with some pizza, just to see if she was still interested. Yeah, maybe he should do that. He did owe her after all. It had been a long time since he had had a good night as the one two weeks ago.
For the past two weeks his days had been pretty much the same: Work, eat, drink coffee and keeping himself busy while waiting for her to call. This morning though he had a gut feeling that he was gonna see her again, but not in a good way.
His day started out as it normally did though.
"You couldn't be more wrong!" Tony's voice could be heard all through the office as Gibbs stepped out of the elevator. "We can't give Palmer and Breena a gravy boat, we're his cool friends." Gibbs walked a little bit more slowly watching his team sit in the middle of the bull-pen. Camp-fire, he thought with a smirk.
"Well Tony, then what do you suggest?" Ziva asked.
"Anything that doesn't end up collecting dust up in the attic. Do you ever wonder how many Gibbs still has in his attic, I mean four marriages that's 4 gravy boats."
He let Tony finish the sentence before slapping the agent's back of the head.
"Mornin' Boss." Tony said with a painful groan.
"Shouldn't you be working instead of talking about my kitchen china?"
The three of them mumbled "Yes Gibbs" and rolled their chairs back to their desks. McGee started typing on his keyboard while Tony and Ziva went back to the files on their desks. He kept a close eye on them while enjoying the rest of his coffee.
It was around noon, when a day that was going to be filled with cold cases, got a lot more interesting.
He was just about to take his coat off after coming back from a coffee and CafPow run, when his phone rang.
"Please let it be a case…" He could hear Ziva mumble, Gibbs knew how much she hated looking for a possible case in cold-case files. Tony and McGee stopped what they were doing as well and the hope in their eyes wasn't missed on Gibbs. And to be honest he was hoping for a fresh case too.
"Yeah Gibbs" He answered as usual. It only took 10 seconds before disappointed sighs could be heard all through the bull-pen when Gibbs said: "I'll be right up, Director." His team watched as Gibbs headed up the stairs.
He entered the Director's office and stood in front of the huge desk waiting for Leon to start talking.
"The director of the FBI called, he has a case for us. The son of a Navy Admiral was murdered by what looks like a sniper, while he was eating his lunch between classes at the Oak Harbour Academy."
Gibbs paled, that's Parker's school. He needed to get there. He was just about to rush out when Leon called him back.
"SecNav wants this handled in a hurry, so I'm sending my best team. Don't let me down."