Disclaimer, Summary & A/N: I don't own NCIS, Gibbs or the rest of the characters at the bull pen; I just wanted to use them for this story... and probably many more. This had been on my mind for a bit... no, a lot of the time, and it wasn't going away, I just had to write it out, so here we all are, I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

On a dark and dreary night Gibbs had an unexpected visitor, from his past, a past he's never forgotten, soon his night doesn't look so dreary, but why is she here? Who is she? Gibbs/OC maybe Gibbs/Abby Gibbs/Jenny Tony/Ziva I'll try & cover all bases, keep ya all happy!

Cold Case Love

Chapter One

Black clouds moved in over the house, blocking it entirely from aerial view. Rain drummed fiercely on the window, big thick fat raindrops fell continuously and noisily, thunder rolled forming a racket outside, but the noise wasn't loud enough to wake the sleeping marine. Sprawled out, cocooned inside a white duvet, his eyes tightly closed as he rolled onto his side, tightly grasping the white pillow in his sleep, mumbling the pictures that flashed up behind his eyelids of his current dream and the images he'd witnessed over the week.

Work had taken it's toll on his body, he'd come home straight from work, shredded his jacket downstairs, not bothering to lock the door he had ran upstairs, forgetting about the unfinished boat in his basement that needed his attention after that he'd removed his other clothes in the bedroom and practically crawled into bed. He welcomed the comfort the plump mattress and duvet gave him as well as the arms of Morpheus that called to him as he laid down his tired body, sleep beckoned him and he welcomed it. Closing his eyes Gibbs let himself relax, curling the duvet around him, he soon fell asleep to the sound of light rain on his window, he bent his arm tighter under the pillow, propping himself on it as he curled his arm around it grasping it, hugging it acting out his dream...

...I reach out my fingers, my fingertips gently brush against her hair line, pressing my hand to her cheek my thumb dips into to the hollow underneath her cheek bone she audibly sighs at the contact. I release my grip on her cheek, instead I press my forehead to hers, closing my eyes, just loving, revelling at the fact I'm in her presence. I hear her breathing, deep, controlled probably because I'm touching her, I'm pleased she's allowing me to touch her, I love touching her, though I love doing something else with her more... I move away slightly, opening my eyes, hers flash open, bright beautiful and alert. I press my lips to hers, immediately I feel the warmth and dare I say it love radiating from her. She, on contact closes her arms around me, embracing myself in a hug, breaking away, I hear her whimper at the loss of contact between us, with a bewildered expression on her face I can only give her one of my minimally used smiles at the affection in her eyes she's shows me, I then reciprocate her hug, tightening my arms around her, she feels warm and brilliant, like she belongs in my arms, I will miss her, I do miss her, her contact her hugs, her kiss...

...Now the rain was hard and thunderous, jolts of lightning lit up the black opal sky, scattered with joining dark grey clouds that was dripping fat rain droplets all over Washington.

Lighting ripped through the dark above his house, lighting up the entire room. Yet, the silver marine did not wake from his deep sleep.

Jethro's eyes remained tightly shut, lying still underneath the warm bed, occasionally turning to find a spot when his position had become uncomfortable.

Until something broke him out of his slumber.

Gibbs woke up with a start his heart hammering in his chest, like it was going to break out of his rib cage and make a bloody mess on his white sheets. He sat up, his eye line directly meeting a flash of lighting creating an interval in the darkness in the room. Gibbs cursed why he never put curtains back up when he came back from ret... Leaving and going to Mexico.

Instead of blinking away the tears that formed in his eyes from the violent flash that now wouldn't leave his sight no matter where he looked, Gibbs stared into the dark clouds, waiting for another sudden flash of lightning, waiting to face it off like a suspect in interrogation or McGee not doing something he should have.

Then there was that sound again, Gibbs was under the impression that the sound he heard was something from his dream, but then again... Rule #51 sometimes you're wrong.

Jethro had concluded that the sound had come from the front door, or near to there. Gibbs got his tired body out of bed, not bothering to throw on any clothes, he had a white t-shirt and boxers on, it's not like he was naked or anything. Anyway it most probably was a neighbour coming home from work wanting to borrow his sander or they've ran out of milk or some other damn thing...

Gibbs staggered downstairs, sleep still beckoning him back to bed, back to sleep. But the person at the door would most likely persist in their annoying knocking and aggravating of a very sleepy and now increasingly annoyed ex-marine.

Gibbs opened the door, mentally scolding himself for not locking it earlier, he opened it a crack, meeting his frontal vision was average height, with their back to him a young woman or man for that matter, he couldn't tell as the light was poor, Jethro opened the door one more inch, knowing it'd creak, it was an old house, like its owner.

The supposed neighbour on his doorstep turned their head to meet Gibbs' eyes with their own amazing blue eyes.

"Hey, Jethro." Her voice immediately had his attention. It was sharp, well-educated, cool and British.

Ruby Valenti.

Why the hell was she on his door step? It's been months! Months since his eyes had looked into those mesmerizingly similar ocean blues. Months since they've talked, shouted, hugged, looked and kissed. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss her. But he had so many questions to ask her – how have you been since I last saw you? What have you been up to? Why haven't you contacted me? Or more and most importantly – Have you missed me?

Leroy Jethro Gibbs suddenly found himself with a very dry mouth and a spinning head, not to mention his bubbling annoyance threatening to burst out was now quickly dissipating. Just looking into those sapphire eyes had him removing his armour, dropping to his knees and shedding his tough-guy exterior, she didn't ask him to but he would anyway.

He observed her, Ruby Valenti, a full head of curly ash brown hair, which stopped on and just over her shoulders which was curled around her petit ears, azure blue eyes, milky white skin and full peach lips.

Just has he remembers her.

Her lips and cerulean eyes curved into a confused expression; she was expecting a reply. He'd better give her one.

"Err, hi." Oh, great one Jethro! That'll reassure her that you're happy to see her!

Ruby smiled warmly at Gibbs.

"Months without me, Jethro, then I turn up on your doorstep at..." Ruby checked her wrist, a classy watch on a black strap glinted in the dim near nonexistent light, "... just gone half two in the morning and all you can say is 'hi'?" She asked.

Anger, seriousness, confusion and sorrow in her eyes.

"Hey, Rubes, I've missed ya." Gibbs began smoothly. Now, that, Gunny, wasa warm introduction! "You wanna come in?" Jethro smiled, hoping she saw it, only just remembering the pouring rain on his windows, door, and face and in Ruby's hair. He looked down at her feet he swore she had slippers on. "It's cold. It's pouring."

"Is it?" she asked, her brows furrowing; creating an exaggerated confused expression. Ruby tilts her head up, letting the cold rain fall onto her face; cool, clear... not to mention cold. She laughed. Laughed at the rain pouring down her face, the unnoticed rain pouring down her face, Ruby puts her hands to her face, running her hands through her hair.

Her laugh sent a rush of memories through Gibbs' mind...

...He presses his nose into her cheek, holding her, embracing her, slim wet legs hooked around his waist, her arms around his neck, placing her lips on his, her hands in his soaking wet silver hair, getting wetter by the second, water running over them both down their bare backs, in their hair, it felt great. The freezing cold, sharp bite of the rain and the warmth they both freely offered to each other...

...Her laugh sent a rush somewhere else too.

Ruby turned to Gibbs, an ear-to-ear grin on her face; she removed her hands from her hair. "If that offer's still available I'll like to come in now, before I catch pneumonia and die."

Damn, she's not changed a damn bit. Well maybe a little bit perhaps.

Gibbs' answer was opening his door so she could step inside.

Ruby Valenti gave a silent thank you and stepped inside, shedding her soaking wet leather jacket and dropping it on the floor, stepping out of her slippers she let her feet, and black painted toes feel the smooth flooring of Gibbs' house. It really had been months.

Looking at her feet, she saw droplets of water fall to the floor, two, four, six; Ruby put a hand to the ends of her hair, squeezing them so the droplets on the floor doubled then tripled. Her eyes were still pointed at the floor as two tanned feet walked into view. Ruby raised her head, thick calves, thighs, chest... bloody hell he'd not changed at all hadn't he? She raised her eyes to meet his.

"I bet a dollar you're wondering why I'm here, at a ridiculous time?" She asked.

Gibbs nodded attentively. "Yup."

"Ah," Ruby began, biting her lower lip. "I'm back in America for a week with a friend, Kitty, you remember her don't you? Well, I'm back for her; she invited me, actually called me up! I was in England at the time, called me up asking if I wanted to sleep over! She knew I was in England! So I got a flight out here, looking forward to a really good time when I soon realise it's not just her, her girlfriends, boyfriends, and their girlfriends and boyfriends. So..."

She was silenced by a warm tanned finger on her pink lips.

"You need a place to stay tonight?"

End of Chapter One

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