This is my very first 'shot' at an NCIS story, but thought I'd better have a go. I love reading them on here. I know mine isn't of a fantastic standard yet, but I hope to get there soon. Any comments or suggestions you have, please let me know! I hope you enjoy... review!
Murrin x
The rain lashed against the windows, droplets racing each other down the glass, twisting and turning, joining together as they slid, the windscreen wipers waved feebly in their attempts to catch them, squeaking against the re-enforced glass.
The thudding as the pellets of icy cold water hit the roof and the crashing of the thunder far up above, lightening split the sky and lit up the pebble dashed glass, the water was falling like sheets all around, pooling at the sides of the road and running from the massive trees, desperate to reach the ground. The air turned cold and the rain fell harder, darkness fell and lightening cracked the sky, providing an eery glow, the rushing of water over the bonnet and the deafening trill of it smashing against the glass
Love lives all around you,
as I hold you in my arms.
It's as if I have been taken
into another time...another place
And as I take your little hands
in mine and gaze into your eyes
I see that which bonds the future
with that of the past.
All the while your little smile
extends like the rays of sunshine.
On a bright clear blue day. As your
laughter fills my heart and soul.
In the most amazing way.
For you my daughter,
I know the power of unconditional love.
The distant but urgent tapping of metal against glass brought Leroy Jethro Gibbs out of his memories and back to reality. Looking over and out of the passenger window he smiled.
Needless to say he was shocked and surprised to see that particular person standing there, soaked waiting patiently until he unlocked the car.
The locks clicked and she opened the door, bending down to get in, their gaze's momentarily locked her body still braving the elements.
"Shut the door. " He looked away from her, staring out onto the Ocean. Remembering.
"What's going on Jethro?" She questioned stretching her legs out in front of her to steal some of the fantastic heat from the heaters.
He kept his eyes fixed ahead, following the path of the rain as it twisted down the windscreen. She knew she was risking a lot coming to find him, it was hard. But she wasn't about to give up now, when she'd came so far.
"Come-on we need to talk"
"In-case you didn't notice it's raining Jen!"
"Pretty obvious yeah, Remember Paris? We used to walk in the rain for hours!" She blushed.
He smiled an rare happy smile, reserved solely for her.
As she jumped out of the car her face was met by the icy chill of the wind and stinging of the rain.
Silence ensued as he walked round the car to her side. The rain felt like acid against there skin, ripping everything away to it's core. The beginning. It felt good, they felt alive.
As they walked, the distance between them grew smaller. He gently linked there arms. She didn't protest.
"When were you going to tell me Jethro, didn't you think I'd want to know?"
He ignored the question, finally building up the courage to slip his hand into hers, she looked down curiously at their entwined hands and smiled to herself. This random act of 'closeness' was unusual for Gibbs, she knew he found it unbearably hard. This wasn't unusual for Jethro though, she smiled at the memories engulfing her, the many walks in Paris in the rain.
As the rain continued it's deadly assault on everything in it's pass. Lightening lit up the sky as they sat down on a nearby bench.
She snuggled closer to him, in desperate need to suck up some of his warmth. He'd always been warm, no matter what the temperature was, he was hot all the time, a warm glow that his body projected engulfing everything in the vicinity. She felt like she was finally home.
"You know" She said leaning further into him "you could have spoken to me about this, I do care about you!"
"I'm sorry" he said looking up to the heavens, hoping for an answer to his internal struggle.
Lightning struck the tree above them, crashing down through the thick oak trunk in a seconds. The top most branch almost floating downwardly towards earth with a deafening thud.
