Title: Gone Sailing

Author: Bagpipedesaster

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the TV series NCIS. Erin and the story are mine tough.

A/N: This is my first FanFic. I started it for a friend who has to stay in hospital for a while

and thought, I might share it with you.

Reading and reviewing (please!), please note that English is not my first language. I owe a big

"thank you" to the fantastic people at the LEO online dictionary of the technical university in

Munich – you guys are awesome!

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was heading back to the marina after he'd had lunch with a

friend whose boat he was living on at the moment. He still hadn't got used to having so much

time on his hands, although it had been more than eight weeks now, that he had been send

into a three months leave. His superiors figured he needed time to fully recover from the

physical effects of several bullets he had caught and the emotional stress of losing one of his

best agents, a man he had worked with for a long time and had considered a friend. When he

had realized the decision to keep him away from work for a while was final, he had found

himself completely without a clue what do.

He knew, he couldn't stay in his house, although of course he would have loved to spend as

much time as possible working on his boat. He'd be all too close to his office and there was no

way he would be able to get his mind of what they were working on without him. Then this

friend of his had called to ask him whether he would like to boat-sit on his over one hundred

years old sailing schooner. It was a classic boat, a real beauty that Gibbs had sailed on with

his friend before, so he gladly agreed. Now he was spending his time sailing, reading and

working out, and he had to admit that it did him good. Thinking about what he wanted to do

with the rest of the day he noticed there had been an accident, a car lying roof-down in a

trench, smoke and flames coming out from under the hood.

Pulling over and coming to a quick stop he saw someone putting a body down beside two

others. Getting out of the car to grab the first aid kit from the trunk, he called the police and

emergency. Having found what he had looked for he headed towards the wrecked car. The

person he saw before was back and viciously trying to open the driver's door. Coming closer

he realized it was a woman, a tall one, bleeding from a deep cut on her upper arm and several

more bruises, not caring about it at all.

He put down the first aid kit and found a thick branch to use as a lever.

"Let's try it this way"

She looked up, not having noticed someone coming and got the idea of what he was up to in a

split second. She stepped aside to give Gibbs the space he needed to place the lever, grabbed

the door-handle and together they managed to force it open. While Gibbs dragged the driver

out, she had already picked up the first aid kit and headed to where the other victims of the

crash laid.

Arriving with the unconscious driver Gibbs saw that she obviously had pulled three people

out of the car alone - pretty impressive. She was kneeling besides one of the two boys and

putting on clean tissue to cover their wounds.

"You been with them?"

Putting the man down he looked over to her to make sure she was ok.

"No, just came by."

Gibbs' wondering about where her car was, was interrupted by the arrival of the paramedics

and police.

The officer in charge asked Gibbs about what happened and he pointed to the young woman,

standing a bit to the side.

"She was here first. Pulled three of them out on her own."

Gibbs thought he saw her pale a little when noticing the officer coming up to her, but then –

what wonder was it that she was a little shaken after what had happened.

"Hi ma'am, you arrived first?"

She nodded her head, not looking at him.

"Yes Sir."

"Did you see how it happened?"

"No, sorry, I didn't."

"Good job, getting those poor guys out of that wreck. May I see Your ID please?"

She stood silent, motionless and just as the police officer wanted to repeat his request, he got

distract by one of the paramedics asking if they could take the kids to hospital already.

She took the chance and ran. The policeman started after her at once and being in good shape

and her tripping twice, caught her pretty fast.

Gibbs had watched the scene and wondered what was going on. Why would she run? But then

– where was her car? How had she come here?

The Officer came back, pushing her on, keeping one of her arms on her back.

"What's your name, Lady?"

No answer.

"You have a drivers licence, social security card, any form of ID with You?"

A headshake signalled "no".

"Tell me your name then."

"Erin"

It was barely a whisper.

"Last name?"

She slowly shook her head.

"Where do you live?"

No answer.

"Listen. I have to arrest you and put you in jail until we found out who you are if you don't

tell me."

She looked at her feet, motionless. She had long, dark blonde hair, her jeans and shirt were

dirty and despite her athletic features she looked completely lost.

Gibbs felt he had to interfere.

"You don't want to jail someone who's just saved three lives, not caring about getting hurt

herself just because she doesn't carry her ID, do You?"

"So, who are You, Sir?"

"Gibbs. I'm with the NCIS."

He handed the officer his ID.

Having checked it, he addressed Gibbs.

"You know the law then. I just can't let her leave like this. What do you propose?"

"Put her under my supervision, I'll take the responsibility."

"Could get you into deep trouble, if she runs away."

Gibbs didn't really know why he was doing this, he just felt it was the right thing. And he had

always trusted his guts.

"Let's make it her decision."

Erin had heard about NCIS. Naval crime something. Thinking about it, this Gibbs guy looked

like he could have been a marine. What had she gotten into here?

He turned to her. She still hadn't moved an inch.

"It's me or jail. And if you choose to stay with me, you'll have to promise not to get me into

trouble."

At her not answering the officer got a little impatient.

"Want to go to jail?"

"No."

She didn't look up.

"Ok, fine. Mr. Gibbs, You'll have to bring her to my office to have her fingerprints and

picture taken."

"Will do. Can we leave?"

"Go ahead."

Gibbs motioned to Erin to follow him and headed for the car. If she planned on running, she

might as well try now and he would call the deal off.

Erin was thinking about just that. But she knew she wouldn't get far and it would be jail

afterwards. And she would rather die than be locked up. And then, she had given her word.

Not that she had said them, but she felt it was implied in her choice of going with this NCIS

guy.

So she followed Gibbs.

On his way he came by a backpack. He stopped and turned around.

"Yours?"

She nodded and he picked it up.

At the car he held the door open for her and she climbed in. He closed the door and she felt

trapped. What a shitty turn the day had taken. Here she was trapped with a tall man she didn't

know. How much worse could it probably get?