This is a story that has been buzzing in my head for a while now and I had to let it out. I felt the need to explore how Gibbs would be in a relationship and how hard would it be for his partner. The story doesn't follow the path of the series as I prefer to make my own murders and killers. There will be a pinch of Tiva, maybe more later. I don't know where this story will take me but I hope we can find out together. it will probably be 10 chapters long but we'll see maybe I have time to do more.
Chapter 1
The sound of sirens and traffic filled my ears as I woke up in my new house in DC. The window was open and the cold air was making me shiver. I got out from my bed, I was dizzy and my head was killing me. As I looked around I suddenly remembered that the night before I made sure to close all my windows. I drove my hand under my pillow and grabbed my gun. Stepping slowly around the house I saw blood smeared all over my floor, like someone was dragged. The trail ended in my living room where I found it on my couch, the dead body of a marine, shot in the head, stabbed multiple times and as far as I could see there were marks on his neck too. I continued to search my house of any sign that the killer was still there, when I knew that all was clear, I called the only person I could think off.
"Hey! Jethro, is that you? I need some help…yea, well, I got a dead marine on my couch and I sure as hell didn't put it there."
"Be right there. Text me the address." He replied in his usual gruff voice and hung up. I haven't seen nor heard this man for 10 years and I missed him dearly even though we didn't end it well when we last saw each other.
Ten minutes after I sent the text, I heard a knock on the door. Reflexively I took my gun, pointed it at the door and opened slowly, making sure that if the killer was behind the door I could put two rounds in his kneecaps. As the door fully opened I saw three NCIS agents with their gear in their hands but as they noticed my gun they dropped everything and pointed the gun at me.
"NCIS, Federal Agents, drop your weapon, m'am!" the woman said as she pointed the gun at me.
"Alright, alright, calm down. I thought you were the guy that ruined my floors." I said as I lowered my weapon and invited them inside, pulling my robe tighter together as I was still in my pajamas not wanting to compromise the crime scene by touching anything.
"So, you are Jethro's team, huh? I am Ramona Westley, the brand new owner of this house and the one that found the body."
"Anthony DiNozzo, Senior Field Agent. This are Agent Ziva David and Agent Timothy McGee. When did you exactly discover the body?"
"Nice to meet you, Agent DiNozzo. I found the body about half an hour ago, when I woke up. The window was open, I remembered closing it last night, thought there was a break in, got my gun out, saw the blood, followed it and discovered the body, after I searched the rest of the house, I called Jethro and here we are." I explained while showing them the route I took when I discovered the deceased.
"And how do you know Gibbs exactly, Miss Westley?" DiNozzo asked while the others tried to hide their curiosity.
"None of your business, DiNozzo!" Jethro said as he stormed into the house and slapped the back of his head, making me smile a little.
"Ah, Jethro! Haven't seen you in a while!" I said as I got close to him and hugged him as I kissed his cheeks.
"Ramona, how come every time I see you there has to be a dead body nearby?" Jethro asked with a smile.
"I don't know, Jethro, but this one is scary. They broke into my house, they probably drugged me seeing that I woke up feeling like a train ran over my head. The body looks strange too, gunshot wounds, sings of strangulation, stab wounds, I don't know what to make of it. I hope you have a very good M.E." I explained while showing him the crime scene.
"The very best, I promise you. DiNozzo, secure the crime scene! McGee, take photos! Ziva, collect evidence!" He shouted as he took my arm and half walked me half dragged me outside.
"Okay, Ramona, what the hell happened in here?! Do you know that guy? More importantly, did you kill him?!" Gibbs shouted at me as he pushed my back against his car, his arms next to my head, trapping me.
"What?! No, Jethro, what the heck?! You know as well as I do that if I killed that guy there would be no trace and his body wouldn't have been on my couch. Plus, I wouldn't have called you if that were the case. I am retired now, I don't do that anymore." I said as the memories of the past plagued my mind and made me look down in shame.
"Then this is personal, Ramona. Very personal. They want to frame you or kill you, either way you have to come in to have a little chat with our director."
"Sure thing, Jethro, I hope he'll like my stars pajamas though." I said laughing, trying to brighten the mood.
"And the matching slippers. Come on, I think I have some old clothes of yours at my place." He said smiling and getting into the car.
"Wow, after 10 years you still have the clothes I left? What for?" I asked looking ahead as he drove.
"Hope, Ramona, hope." He replied glancing at me as I smiled and looked out the window.
Maybe finding a dead guy in my living room wasn't such a bad thing, unless the people that killed him wanted me just as dead.