Author's Note :
Gibbs is in Mexico and comes to the rescue for an unknown woman who will push his every nerve while dragging him and his team into one of their most trying cases.
Pairing: Gibbs&OtherFemaleCharacter.
Set at the end of Season 8...
Enjoy…
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Gibbs awoke to the sound of seagulls and waves crashing against the shore. The breeze smelt salty and the heat of the sun was already penetrating the beach house. He'd arrived in Mexico the previous night, determined to finalize Mike Frank's affairs. He'd also needed to get away from everything for a while and think about all that had happened.
The port to port killer.
SecNav's involvement.
EJ and her situation with DiNozzo.
And Mike's death on his doorstep.
Yes, he'd known that Mike was sick and would have died in a few months. But it had happened on his watch, on his turf, on his doorstep. So damn it, he felt totally responsible and utterly gutted.
Getting up, he grabbed a 6 pack of beers and decided that sailing along the coast on The Kelly was exactly what he needed. Everyone knew he built boats, but no one knew how much he loved sailing.
An hour later as he worked on sails and the boat launched forward he reveled in the freedom being out on the ocean brought him. It has been too long since he'd last done this. Taken time for himself. Enjoyed himself.
DiNozzo and the team had been surprised when Director Vance had offered him two weeks off after Mike's funeral and he's taken it.
"Boss, this isn't like the last time, right? You are coming back in two weeks?" DiNozzo had asked.
"Of course he is Tony. If he doesn't, we'll all just take a trip to Mexico and go and find him." Ziva had quipped.
He'd just grabbed his gear and headed out. "McGee, you're in charge."
"What?" Ziva'd complained.
"Ah, Boss. I'm your Senior Field Agent." Tony had whined.
"Thank you, Boss." McGee's smile was clearly audible in his voice.
They were a good bunch and they would play nice, Gibbs smiled as he finished a second beer.
As Gibbs sailed further along the coast, he spotted a shadow where the surf crashed into the remote and rough area of the coast, overgrown with wild scrubs and scatter with eroded, jutting rocks. At first he thought it was just some seaweed. But then he saw the shadow being swallowed up by the surf and a flesh of skin surfaced from the middle of the mix.
What the… Gibbs changed course and headed toward the spot where the shadow had disappeared. He moved cautiously not wanting to crash into whatever he had seen. As the surf rose and hit into the rough coast again, he saw the shadow again. He headed closer and swore when he realized that the shadow was not seaweed or even an animal.
It was a person.
"Hey, can you hear me?" he shouted as he got closer.
But there was no response. The surf kept lifting the body and throwing it against the coast. As Gibbs maneuvered The Kelly closer he was acutely aware of the possibility that he could end up crashing into the coast as high tide was fully in force.
As the tide retreated, it pulled the body away from the coast and closer to him. He threw the life saver tube into the water and dived in after it, his hand firmly holding onto the rope that attached it the boat. Gibbs grabbed a hold of the person just as the tide threatened to crash back against the coast. He pulled on the rope until the tube was right next to him. He lifted the person, a woman, onto the tube before swimming back to the boat. Once there he got back into the boat and pulled the unconscious women into The Kelly.
Her clothes were ripped to shreds and she was covered in cuts and bruises.
What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere, Gibbs scolded.
He pressed two fingers to her neck and was surprised but relieved to find a pulse. He watched her chest and saw it rise and fall rapidly.
Thank God for small miracles.
He tapped her face lightly grimacing at the bad bruise on her forehead and the cuts on her cheeks and chin.
"Hey, can you hear me?" Gibbs asked, tapping her face again. She didn't respond in any way other than to start shivering. Gibbs grabbed blanket, and started to cover her. That was when he noticed that her wrists were bound.
Shit! What the hell happened to you? Gibbs wondered as he covered her and scanned the surrounding coast and ocean before redirecting The Kelly and heading back to the beach house.
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