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Authors note – I said that until after exams I would not start a new story, but this is me, and when do I ever not. So, I hope you will all enjoy this, I'm gonna try do longer chapters so there will be less frequent updates – sorry. So, here you go and I hope that you all enjoy!

'The first time I laid eyes on you, In that downtown café, How I loved the way your auburn hair, Danced across your face'- Lady Antebellum, Better man

Hiding Behind a Coffee Cup

Rain was falling down heavily and fast, the pavements were getting puddles growing increasingly in size by the moment. The sky was dark, and cold; and considering it was only five in the afternoon it seemed like it was banging on the door of eight. April showers were meant to be something England was infamous for, but it seemed as though Washington DC had decided to try and compete with it for the title.

At Dulles international airport however, the rain was just a small problem for most. People there were busy with their lives. Planes took off and landed. Some were jetting off to countries all over the world, sun, snow, rain and dust. Whilst others ones came home, from far off countries or just a state away. Inside was a bustle with life, and energy as people went through their lives. None of them knowing the people they stood shoulder to shoulder with, not their lives before that moment or their lives after. There was the occasional nod, or 'hello'. There was a smile or a question in some cases. But generally these people would only meet each other once; they would stand shoulder to shoulder with someone on a day which could be the best day of that person's life or the worst. And yet they would not even have the slightest idea.

On that day, as rain hammered down and people came and went, there were two people who landed in DC. Both had come from different places, one was there for the very first time, and the other was returning home. For one this was the biggest deal of their life and yet for the other it was just another passing day. They saw each other, once as they went to get their luggage trolley, and again when one asked where the exit was. But they didn't spare a thought after that moment.

When you stand in a room full of people who don't know, what are the chances that one of those people will be someone who affects the rest of your life? Most of the time, those we consider the most important are those who we have known for many years, those who have watched us grow from being young. However, from time to time there will also be a complete stranger, who within just a couple of months you might be laughing with or crying on their shoulder.

Jenny Shepard walked out of the sliding glass doors into the cool and damp spring air. She pulled behind of her a large black suitcase that contained all of her clothes from the past week at the California office. She'd been working with agents, going to balls and having meetings with other directors. Now she felt shattered. Her eyes were heavy and she was worried what it was that had happened in her absence. It turned out that her assistant director had decided to break his leg and take sick leave during the time she was away. This had left no one in charge. So against her better judgement, from California she had somehow been persuaded to let Gibbs walk in her heels. She knew the agency was still standing but by how small of a thread she was not certain. What Jenny did know was that her assistant Cynthia was most likely the reason behind NCIS not being blown up.

Standing under the canopy the red head looked around for the large black town car that was to pick her up. She turned to her right to see Stanley stood under a large black umbrella waiting. Jenny then began to walk over. The thin beige Mac that she was wearing billowed out behind of her as she went. Her high heeled black Louboutins clip clopped along the pavement as she walked the wind cold and moist against the bare expanse of leg that her pencil skirt did not quite reach. Her hair was straightened and down, but she knew by the time she was sat on the black leather seat of the town car the ends would flick out.

The other woman, however, her life was the complete opposite to Jenny Shepard's. This woman was no high ranking Director; she had not been born with a silver spoon in her mouth or lived in a Georgetown mansion. This was a younger woman, who had had the news that would break most. Who had dealt with things similar to Jenny, except in a very different way.

Mia Harris had only been sixteen when her parents had been killed in a car accident. She'd fought to stay with her little brother, but when it came down to it both were sent to different grandparents. Mia stayed in the small Lincolnshire town she'd lived in and her brother went to their home town of Filey in the north. He'd settled and tried to live a normal life, but whilst he did that, Mia distanced herself. She worked harder than ever and left school with straight A's. Mia had her choice of colleges but went to a public one, and then on to University in York. She was in her first year when her world fell down around her; Cancer. That had been the root. She'd been diagnosed with a rare form of cervical cancer.

She sat in the small office. Diagrams of the human body were lining the walls, and the chemical and clean smell alone was enough to make her feel ill. The seat was that typical turquoise green faux leather, why it was called faux leather when it was blatantly plastic she would never know. The desk was plastic coated, make to look like pine wood. The NHS could make a name for itself in fake furniture. The man in front of her was talking, but all she heard was a blur of words. She didn't even know what he was talking about. With his greying sand coloured hair, pale blue shirt and darker blue tie underneath a white medical jacket with his name embroider on the left hand pocket in royal blue stitching.

She shook herself, getting her mind out of the world it had been hiding in. She was tired; it was a week since she had been told the news, a week. She didn't think she had had more than four hours sleep in the whole time. And yet somehow she was still turning in papers of her usual standard. "I'm sorry, what did you say? I was in a different world." She said with a smile as she brushed her side fringe from her eyes.

"It is totally understandable. If you want to rearrange this appointment for a later date . . .?"

"No, no I'm fine. Please, continue."

"Okay then, what I was saying was that we are working with your University and have arranged – if you agree – for you to continue your treatment in the US. The Georgetown University hospital is running a new treatment. It is not widely known about, but they are using injections of treatments instead of radiation. Now this would mean an indefinite visit as the treatment can take years. Now I have spoken with the hospital and they would be willing to have you transfer over to the University and keep your courses as they are."

"What about a visa, won't I need one?"

"I have spoken with the US embassy and they suggest you apply for a medical citizenship straight out. Generally they ask for a visa history, but they are willing to make special circumstances. Now the treatment will not cost you as you are being referred there by the NHS and not out of choice."

"So I basically find a place and go?"

"That is the short and narrow of it." Mia nodded, sighing and looked up. "I don't need and answer straight away, talk to your family."

"No, I don't need time. I am not telling my family – they have been through enough. I'll go to the US, Washington DC."

"Miss Harris this is a very complex situation-"

"Is it my best chance? I mean you said that it was a viscous, right?"

"I did. And in my professional opinion I feel it would be your best chance."

"Then I'll do it." She said nodding; trying to smile when all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry her eyes out.

"You are sure?"

"Yes."

"Then I will make the arrangements."

Her duffle bag was over her shoulder and behind her she pulled a large pink suitcase. Over her other shoulder was another bag which had been her hand luggage for the flight. She had told her family she was coming to study – that was it. That is was the chance of a lifetime. And in all honesty it was not a complete lie.

The blonde stepped out into the rain a couple of doors down from Jenny. She had no designer shoes, just a pair of well worn red Primark pumps from years ago, a pair of ripped and faded pale blue jeans, a white long sleeved t-shirt and a leather jacket she had saved months for when she got her first job. The blonde haired girl looked around for a cab and saw one. She walked over, avoiding the puddles in the pavement so her feet did not become a soggy mess and ducked down to the window. "Can you take me here?" She asked, her English accent making her stand out a mile away.

"Yeah. Put your stuff in the boot. It'll be $30." He said, large and overweight, his manner not even suggesting that he would help. She made her way over to the boot and attempted to heave the large suitcase in. As it turned out Jenny was sat in her car a few spaces back observing the young girls attempt to open the boot and get her luggage in whilst she got soaking wet.

"Stanley, please go and help her." She said, nodding in the general direction as she began to speak to Cynthia – her assistant - over the phone.

"Yes ma'am." He said with a nod as he got out and walked over. His expensive, black shiny, shoes keeping his feet dry and warm. He approached her and tried to cough as not to startle her. "Let me help you." He said softly, trying not to sound intimidating.

"Thank you, but you don't have to." She said, as he picked up the large pink case and she put her duffle bag on top.

"When my boss tells me to help a damsel in distress I do so." He said nodding. "I'd want someone to help my daughter."

"Well then thank you. I'd give you some money-"

"No need ma'am."

"Thank you, you may just have given me a smudge of hope." She said before kissing his cheek in thanks and walking over to the back door. "Oh, and tell your boss thanks as well." He nodded and went over to the car and got back inside.

Jenny sat in the car as it zoomed off past the little taxi which held Mia. Neither of them would give her a second thought after that moment. She was just another person they had met and left. However Mia would always remember them both, how a couple complete strangers had made her think hopefully on her very first day in the USA.

The director left the airport and went on her way home. Sat in the back of her town car she watched as everyone went past her, feeling almost detached from the world. Jenny remembered her very first day at FLET-C, before she'd even joined NCIS. The day she had arrived, the red headed girl whose daddy had killed himself. She'd heard the whispers before she had even seen the people. The groups of girls and boys who had been acting as though they were back in high school. Yet then there had been a tall dark boy, who was in his final year. She could not remember his name for the life of her. Yet she remembered how he had taken one of her cases and shown her where her dorm was. The glare he had given the groups who stared.

Halfway home she told Stanley to stop off at her favourite coffee shop. It was the one Jethro had shown her years ago when she was his partner and they could class themselves as friends. It had been the first time she shot someone, and he'd taken her there.

"Where are you taking me Gibbs?! I just want to go home." She moaned as she walked through the cold night air and along the dark streets of DC. She was almost running to keep up with him, yet his hand never left the base of her back the whole way. The thin Jacket she had on was doing nothing to defeat the cold even with it pulled tightly to her.

"You're cold." He stated as he began to take off his own.

"And you are old. So put your damn jacket on Gibbs, you will get ill and I do not want you moping around the office tomorrow."

"I don't get ill." He stated as he pulled her around a corner.

"Why is it I actually believe that?" She said as he pulled her once more down another street and into a starkly lit coffee shop. It was empty at this time of night. The light filled the dark street outside of it. But it was warm so Jenny was not going to moan about it. "What are we doing here?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. The last place she wanted to be at that moment was in public. She was well aware of the fact her eyes would be red and puffy as well as the fact that she was free of makeup since she had removed it because of the black streaks that had been down her cheeks.

"Getting coffee." Jenny was getting tired of his two word replies, three if she was lucky.

"It might surprise you to know that I actually have coffee at my house. I could just have gone home." She said with a huff. However she did not get her intended reply, in fact she got none at all apart from a glare which had never managed to make her shrivel into a ball. "Fine!" She said as she went to sit down on the booth near the window as he ordered coffee. It only took a couple of moments for him to return with two coffees. She took one and wrapped her cold hands around the warmth of the cardboard cup. And as she took the first sip she knew that there was a reason he had brought her there – the coffee was damn good. Yet there was no chance she would ever admit it – hell his ego was already big enough as it was.

It was that same shop that Jenny Shepard walked into on that day. However this time around she did not have red puffy eyes and a grumpy boss with her. This had been a place she had come more times than she could count over the years since. The woman behind the counter always knew her order, so today all she had to do was nod and the woman quickly made up her order and added it to her tab. "I always knew you liked this place." A familiar voice said from behind of her. She almost groaned at the thought of another argument with him before she turned.

"I was passing." Was her only reply. He looked at her, absorbing every inch of her face. "My agency still standing?" She questioned with a small smirk.

"Nah, sold it to the FBI. Tobias is Director now." He said with that smile that made her go weak at the knees.

"You wouldn't dare. You hate taking orders from me as it is." She replied, and watched as he slightly nodded and picked up his own coffee.

"How was California?"

"Dryer than this. How were my heels?"

"Not my style." He replied in the same tone. Both of them stood there in the silence, absorbed in one another's eyes, having their own conversation without the need for words. They stayed there for a couple of minutes, neither wanting to leave the bubble that encompassed them and return to the real world outside of the café. Yet there came a point when it got too much for Jenny, and when memories threatened to overpower her.

"I have to go, Stanley is waiting." She said as she looked away from his eyes.

"I'll walk you." Was his reply, as he followed her out onto the wet street that lay outside of the café. He walked next to her the whole way, and just as he had done all of those years ago his hand graced the base of her back as though he were protecting her. The rain was still hammering down so they walked faster, her shoes clip clopping all over again. His soundless like a true marine.

When they arrived at the car, it felt almost awkward, although they both knew Stanley would never say a word and would pretend like he had seen nothing, so convincingly that he would start to believe it himself. But now they just stood there, listening to the sound of the perfect raindrops pattering against the flat black roof of the car.

She looked up at him, even with the skyscraper heals she wore on her feet he was still a good few inches taller than her. "Can I give you a lift? It's actually quite wet." She said with a small smile on her lips as she looked at the way his hair was beginning to become plastered to his head.

"Nah, like the rain." He replied, wiping the droplet of rain from his nose.

"I always knew you were a strange man Leroy Jethro Gibbs." She said with the same smirk before she opened her door and slid into the car, and drove off. Gibbs stood there, in the middle of the street watching her, thinking how much she had grown over the years. Remembering the way she had been that cocky, sarcastic probie that had driven him mad, and developed into the head strong and professional woman who was now his boss. Even if he did still firmly believe that she should have stayed an agent, he also felt a sense of pride inside of him.

The cab driver drove fast, and recklessly. Half dozen times she thought he was going to simply run over a pedestrian. She also thanked god for the fact that the seatbelts worked, otherwise she was certain that by now she would have gone flying through the windscreen and out onto the pavement. That would just bring more problems that she really did not need. The radio cracked because of the rain, the signal not fully there. All Mia heard from the back word was the odd chord of a song or the odd phrase from the news.

She gazed out of the window and watched as all the people went past. Some with their black umbrellas and dressed professionally - obviously just out of work, whilst others had bright brollies and children had red wellies. Mia watched the world pass her by, looked at the smiling faces, the angry and the crying. The couples that she passed; the families and the single people. Seeing each one of them and wondering what their story was, wondering whether they were rich or poor, healthy or ill like she was. Wondering if any of them were watching her and wondering what her story was.

With a sudden turn she nearly went flying around the corner. The screech of breaks went on and no doubt left skid marks behind. "That one." He said blatantly, pointing to one of the middle town houses. The blonde bent down to look out through the wind screen and see it. It was three stories with what looked like an attic as well, and no doubt a basement which was hidden from view. It was brick, and plain, nothing special, but it was home, she decided that this place was home.

"Cheers." She said with a small smile as she passed him the required $30. "I just need to grab my bags from the boot, and then you can go if that's alright?"

"Yeah, fine." He mumbled, she rolled her eyes and got out of the taxi. The loud sound of music met her ears as soon as the door closed; he'd turned up the radio straight away. "Prick." She mumbled under her breath as she opened the boot and struggled with her bags. This time there was no nice man to help her, so she had to struggle alone. Finally though, she got the cases out and slammed the boot. The fat driver wasted no time in driving away, giving her a good dose of exhaust fumes as he went. She groaned and flicked her fringe away before walking towards the house though the pouring rain. Mia paused, momentarily to look up at the large house that stood in front of her.

She picked up her case and made her way up to the front door before buzzing the landlord's apartment. She was only lucky enough to have this place as it turned out that the guy who owned it was a long time friend of her tutor's at university. So that was why she had managed to get a central apartment, at rock bottom price with phone lines and wifi included, for as long as she wanted.

"Yeah?" Came the response through the intercom. The voice was crackly and distorted, but it was male, and soft.

"Hi, erm my name is Mia Harris, I'm your new tenant." She said, leaning close to the mike.

"The prof's student? Yeah, I've been expecting you. Just give me a minute." Came the reply, and in exactly a minute the door opened. The man who stood there was not what she had expected, he was shorter than she by a couple of inches, round and had a big smile. His hair was dark brown and his voice was soft. "Come on in, it's wet out there." Came his reply. Her tutor had met him whilst doing a year working at a law firm, he had been the PA to the boss and they had become good mates.

"Thank you, it's Yuk!" Said Mia as she stepped into the hall way. The downstairs was split into two apartments, one larger and one smaller and she guessed it was the same for the rest of the floors. The walls were painted magnolia and there was a warm feeling about the place.

"I'm Mark Potts; it's good to meet you." He said, holding out a hand.

"As it is you, thank you for taking me in."

"My pleasure. Let me show you your place." He said, taking the large pink suitcase and heading up the stairs. Mia followed behind him, taking in all of the sights as she went. It turned out that she had the attic as her place. He unlocked the door on the third floor, and she was greeted by steps. She closed the plain white door behind her and noticed the two sets of locks. "It's a safe place, nice tenants. Just makes people feel safer to have to locks." He said as he reached the top of the stairs.

She looked around with a smile. It was reasonably average in size, mainly open plan with two doors at one end. Thank fully it was fully furnished which was a relief. "It's amazing." She commented.

"I'm glad you like it. The bedroom and bathroom are down that end. Everything works. If you want to redecorate then that is fine but run the colours and stuff by me first – that's all I ask."

"Yeah, sure." She replied with a smile, feeling positive about being in Washington for the first time since she had landed.

"I'll post your bills into your letter box downstairs. You have two keys and I have a spare in case you get locked out." He said, handing her the keys. "The wifi code is the same for everyone, and is by the phone along with your landline number. I've put some tea, coffee, milk, butter and bread in the cupboard so that you have something."

"Thank you." She said with a big smile on her face. He nodded and left her, shutting the door behind him. Mia looked around the place and sighed, this place was more than she could ever have hoped, but right now, all she felt was terrified. It was finally a reality, she was here, and now she was bricking it. The blonde pulled out her phone from her bag, the mobile that she had set up for the states. Mia e-mailed her brother in the UK, telling him that she had arrived safe and hoped that he was well. Then she looked around and groaned at the sight of her two suitcases standing there ready to be unpacked. Mia decided to grab a cup of tea and then start on the mountain. So she walked into the kitchen, boiled the kettle and made herself some tea, thankful for her land lord's initiative already.

Across town in the grand Georgetown mansion, which had been her family home for generations upon generations, Jenny Shepard sat in her office with a tall stack of paperwork looming in front of her. She'd changed out of her smart clothes as soon as she had returned home. Now with her hair pulled back into a high ponytail on the back of her head. She was now out of the fitted black pencil skirt and instead in a pair of grey jogging bottoms which sat on her hips and a white vest top. Jenny had her glasses perched on the end of her nose and was reading though a case file. Once she was done she signed her swirly script signature and closed it. Sitting back in her chair and hugging her legs. The director could feel her eyes getting heavier with every passing moment, but the knowledge of the towering stack of paperwork made her know she could not sleep just yet.

Hearing the familiar rumble of her stomach Jenny realised she did not know when she last ate, so the red head made her way into the kitchen, and opened the fringe to find a bowl of cool pasta salad with cream and spinach. The red head smiled and mentally thanked the god that was Noami. She pulled out the bowl and walked back into the office before grabbing a cut crystal glass and filling it with a healthy shot of bourbon before sitting down.

As she took a sip Jenny relished in the feeling of the burn at the back of her throat and began to eat her pasta. As she drank and ate, she could not help but let her mind go back to earlier that day when she had been in the café with Jethro. Seeing him there, in a place where they had gone together so many times. The look in his eyes, the way he had taken in every pore of her face. It had made her remember the days when they had been so close. Jenny missed them, she honestly did. She missed the days when she could hand on heart, honestly call him her friend. These days they could barely even be in a room together without having an argument. Picking up the next case file Jenny heaved a sigh and mentally kicked herself into action, deciding that the sooner she started the sooner she could go back up to bed.

It was gone seven by the time Mia had finally packed all of her clothes into her wardrobe and arranged the majority of her things around her room. The duffle bag still contained a good hours work of arranging, but for now all that she wanted was to go and find some food and then curl up in bed. Sitting down on the soft double bed she looked around the room. Like the rest of the flat it was painted pale magnolia. There was a fitted wardrobe with sliding doors and the bed was covered in white cotton bedding. Pushing a hand through her hair she grabbed the brush and ran it through her hair. Groaning she stood up, grabbed her old worn red Primark pumps and then left. She grabbed her phone which she had already connected to the wifi and found that there was a small American dinner a few streets away.

Grabbing her old jacket she began to walk down the stairs and left her apartment, still smiling. Mia walked down the street, around the corner and to the little diner. Thankfully the rain had eased off for a while, however from the look of the sky she decided that the rain was not far away. The streets were wet, and puddles were dotted everywhere. The streets had thinned out and now there was just the occasional person who walked past, looking tired and ready for home.

When she arrived at the diner she saw the stark white light shining out onto the high street. Inside there were a good few people all sat around eating and a few more stood in line waiting to order. Mia walked in, smiling like a kid at the sight of the typical American dinner. She stood there, standing back from the queue as she looked at the menu, pulling her jacket around her to keep the breeze out at the way the door opened and closed. She was running her eyes over the dishes, and trying to figure out what half of the things were. "Sloppy Joes are to die for." Said a voice from behind her. She turned around to see a tall guy, with dark brown hair that was pushed back, and he was dressed in a suit. He looked muscular, smart and god damn attractive.

"Is it now?" She said with a smirk. HE looked at her, the way her hair softly framed her face, her slim figure and big smiles.

"Yeah, I think she's waiting for you." Said the tall guy, nodding towards the counter. Laughing Mia walked over, and apologised to the woman behind the counter. Listening to the man's advice she ordered a sloppy Joes, and then stood at the other end of the counter whilst she was waiting. Then, the woman handed her a red plastic basket, with a napkin inside, filled with chips and a sloppy Joes. Mia smiled, passed the woman the money and walked over to an empty booth near the window.

She was just about to take a bit when she heard the same voice as earlier. "I see you took my advice." HE said with a charming smile, obviously well aware of the fact he was dashingly handsome.

"Well, it's not every day that a tall dark stranger advices you on your meal." She said with a smile, putting the burger back in the basket and looking up. He was taken aback by her English accent that he had not noticed when she spoke earlier.

"I must be too good to resist. This seat taken?" He questioned, indicating to the seat opposite.

"No." She said with a smile before taking a bite of the burger.

"So, was the tall, dark stranger correct?" He questioned as she finished her mouthful and he took a bite. Mia smiled, and realised that she may just have pulled on her first night in DC. When all of her friends had told her that she would pull easily because of her accent she had thought them mad, however it turned out that they may just have been right. And who would turn down the man currently sat in front of her.

"Not bad." She said with a smirk.

"So, holiday?" He questioned, and she was momentarily confused.

"What?" She questioned, placing her hand over her mouth as she ate.

"You're British, and this is America."

"Oh, not I've moved here, University and then staying over."

"Well, I'll let you into a secret; the rain isn't always this bad." Mia just laughed and carried on eating. "I'm Tony, by the way, very special agent Anthony DiNozzo, but you can call me Tony." Unlike his co-worker McGee, he did not mind telling people where he worked; after all he found that the women liked a good guy.

"Well then, Very Special Agent DiNozzo, my name is Mia, Mia Harris."

"It's very nice to meet you Mia Harris." HE said with a smile, both of them smiling as they ate. "What d you study then? At Uni?"

"What makes you think that I will tell you? After all I have known you for like ten minutes after all." She said with a smirk that told him she was only joking.

"Well, I'm a cop, NCIS, Navy Cops. I'm a nice guy and after all, my meal suggestion was right."

"Major in Law, Minor in Journalism. But I only arrived here today, so I haven't actually been to the university yet." She said with a smile, he just laughed.

"Quite a combo, so you gonna be an educated journalist or a lawyer who handles the press?"

"Prosecutor, the writing is just for fun."

"Well then, it's always good to do something you enjoy." He said with a wink.

"And what do you enjoy Tony?" She questioned, smirking. She decided if she was going to sit having a meal with a dashing man then she was certainly going to flirt.

"Other than the company of gorgeous ladies? Well, I like movies." He said, honestly. There was something about Mia Harris that was different, something fun and yet trusting all the same.

"Oh really? I hope you don't believe all British people are as stuck up as they are in the films?"

"After meeting you? Never." He said and she just laughed. The pair of them stayed there well after they had finished, just chatting and talking to one another. Both of them enjoyed the company of each other. They smiled and laughed and just talked about everything.

"I should probably go. You know? It's getting late and I am not entirely sure of my way home." She said with a smile as she began to put her jacket on.

"Why don't you let me walk you? It's getting late and I wouldn't want anyone taking advantage – I've seen it happen way too many times in my job."

"When when you put it so, thoughtfully, how could I possibly say no?" She said with a big smile as he put his own jacket on and they left the dinner. As they walked, he stood close, yet not invading her personal space as they did so. They spoke about nothing much, he just told her about the good places to eat or shop. It seemed like all too soon that they arrived at the townhouse. "Well, this is me." She said, pointing to the house.

"Wow! All of it?" She just laughed, shaking her head.

"No, just the attic."

"Well, it's still a nice place." She said with a small smile. "Thank you, for tonight, and walking me home."

"It was my pleasure." He said, and she leant up to kiss his cheek, letting her lips linger on his cheek, before she began to walk up towards the house. "Mia!" HE shouted after her running forward. "If don't mind hanging around with a Yankee, then maybe we could do it again?" HE asked, for the first time in his life feeling nervous about asking a girl. He didn't know why, but there was something different about the girl that stood in front of him.

"I'd like that." She said, and pulled out an old receipt from her pocket and writing down her new number and handing it to him. "Call me?"

"How about instead, I bring over Chinese tomorrow night? Unless two nights on a run is too much Yankee?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I think I can cope." She replied with a smile before returning to her home.

That night, under the same black sky, scattered with stars, in the same city not too far away, Jenny Shepard and Mia Harris fell asleep. One thinking about the past and what she gave up, the other smiling and thinking about the future. One day they would meet again, and neither would remember the other, yet there would be a connection between them that would always be there.

I hope that you all enjoyed, please review and tell me if you want some more.

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