The redhead awoke alone to the musty and oily feeling of hotel sheets once more, she stirred slightly, before sitting up with a groan. Today was surely going to be difficult, no doubt.
Jennifer Shepard pushed up from the bed, instantly going for a shower and clean pair of clothes, not bothering with the time, her phone, or much of anything else. She knew it'd be early, somewhere around five, she never needed an alarm clock.
The shower was at first hot, something to make her drowsy, till it gave her a headache when she turned it to a painful cold. It felt like fire, yet, it was freezing. This allowed her mind to become more aware, in which she actually showered, and then let herself relax for a few minutes, by switching the temperature back. Most of her time, she lay against the wall, letting herself prepare mentally for the day or hell week. That's when she turned the water off and quickly changed.
Twasn't fifteen minutes afterward that her suitcase was back in her car, as well as her, and she was checked out of the hotel and heading towards a cafe in need of coffee.
His mornings always ended up the same. Alone. Just like the nights, unless a visitor cared to visit him in need of company or answers. Which seemed to be getting rarer as the times moved on, and everyone seemed to find some other people to run to, not him though.
The male rose up, throwing his legs over the side of his bed, to lean forward and rub the tiredness out of his eyes. He groaned a little, before standing to stretch. He too, headed for the shower.
It wasn't long before he too was heading for a to go cafe, where he could grab his joe and rush to work, and he was out the door in a short amount of time, pulling out of his driveway, heading there.
Gibbs was standing in line, didn't even have to order, they knew his, and had his simple black coffee waiting for him, like it was every morning, still warm. He picked up the cup, left the money on the counter, and turned around to see her.
Jennifer's red flowing hair that reached her shoulders, as she just pulled off her shades, and seeing him was a surprise and an honor. That honor they didn't get to have for longer than a few short seconds before adrenaline kicked in.
She turned immediately around, dropping her sunglasses and took off running in her crappy high heels, not enough time to get back in her car, so she ran directly past it, and then his, god she should've noticed it, she parked directly beside it.
Gibbs dropped his coffee, it splashing all over his shoes and lower pants, wouldn't stain, he was wearing black. He took off running after her, pushing the door open, and letting it slam behind him, he followed her, or well hopefully what was her.
She turned a corner, he followed, and through an alley they dodged many challenges, a group of men, trashcans, trash, and even a dog, one a few feet in front of the other, but when Gibbs came to the end of the alley and to the next street, she was nowhere to be seen in the crowd of heads and hats.
He looked, high, low, sideways, backways, he retraced his steps. By the time he got to his car, the car in front of his was gone, but along with that many others. He thought he was going insane, maybe it was his old age.
Jennifer had rushed fast to get to the office before Gibbs because he'd be on the watch. She was shaking on the drive but knew she had bought herself some time if traffic cleared up soon. It wasn't on today's list to tell Gibbs that she was still alive, or anybody else in NCIS, or connected to Gibbs. In fact, the fewer people who knew the better.
She hurried up inside the building after checking in with a secret code that only a selected few knew, that allowed one to enter the building without going through the whole process. She got into the elevator alone, hid her face, and climbed all the way to the top floor, riding past the bullpen, and then moved onward directly towards her - the director's office, - her old office. In which she didn't have anymore, she was a field agent now.
Gibbs was already in there, however, learning everything after he accused Vance of what he had seen, and refused to take no and be told he's going mad. He wouldn't believe it, and there he received his briefing and his emotions? They were in a mixture of being hurt, and pissed. Hurt that they decided to keep something from him like this, after the pain he felt after her passing and pissed for the same reason.
When Jennifer busted in through the door, their attention bolted to her immediately. The redhead was greeted with one respectful face, and another angered confused face.
They both started, "Jen," and their voices rang together, "Agent Shepard." That's when she knew, that she was in the deepest trouble possible. She felt a wave of regret and ache, oh how long today was going to be.
End of Chapitre Un.
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