Disclaimer, A/N & Summary: 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.
Truth be told, my dear reviewers, this was actually a dream I had, but instead of it leaving me and disappearing like all my other dreams, this lingered and screamed at me to be written out. I being a good listener, agreed. ;)
On a dark and dreary night in DC Gibbs has 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 may cover all bases, keep ya all happy!
Cold Case Love
Chapter two
She smiled behind his finger; either that or she pressed a kiss to it. The warm rough voice in her ear, a voice she hadn't heard for so long, reassured her that what Ruby was doing, was right.
Her bright blue eyes snapped from looking down at his finger, his eyes then back again.
Gibbs took the hint and removed it.
"Yup. You bet I do."
Gibbs, being the gentleman and also the NCIS agent thought on his feet and came up with a final decision. "I'll ah, take the couch, you can have my bed." Gibbs looked down, embarrassed? But by what by being an utter gentleman or by his state of undress? Ruby searched his eyes and widened her own.
"You really don't need to do that."
Gibbs was sat up in bed, his silver hair messed up slightly, in his t-shirt and boxers for the second time this evening. Listening to Ruby in the bathroom, she was humming some pop song, he didn't know it. Before getting into bed he'd offered her the use of his house by using the words 'what's mine is yours' and 'treat it like you would your home' in a sentence before mumbling that he was going to bed, once in the bedroom he 'Gibbs-slapped' himself hard on the back of his head for acting like a fool around her.
Ruby Valenti emerged from the bathroom, after taking a fluffy white towel to her brunette hair and roughly towel-drying it, taking off her sodden black jeans and placing them on the radiator, she got ready for going to Gibbs' room, taking the scenic route.
She was taking small baby steps from the bathroom to where Gibbs now laid. Why was she being so timid? She'd stringed together several sentences on his door step but now, in his house, behind a locked door. The courage and confidence had drained away along with the puddles of rain outside his house. She eventually reached his door, pushing it open she saw him looking directly at her, those navy blue eyes, looking straight through her, feeling as if he knew all her current thoughts and feelings.
Wearing something skimpy and black, Ruby smiled slightly, stepping into the bedroom. All Spice and bourbon filled her nostrils, just like before, just like all those months ago. Pulling her vest-top that stopped just above her hips over her ass as she walked over with lead weight feet and slipped into the warm white bed laying on the edge not wanting or thinking where this could end up with one wrong movement, squirm or wrongly placed foot.
"Ya know, I can move to the couch if you're uncomfortable."
"I told you, I'm fine, we're fine. We're fine aren't we?" Ruby said all in one single breath, not looking at Jethro.
"Of course we're fine." Gibbs spoke softly. Before adding, "I've just not seen you in a while, a long while."
Ruby looked across at Gibbs and smiled; she turned onto her side and ran her knuckles on the side of his weathered face, the side furthest away from her. Immediately, his blue eyes and hers connected. "I know, I'm sorry, I should've contacted you. Called, wrote; anything." She paused, "I'm glad we're fine." Instead of leaving it there Ruby then added. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss you."
Ruby took her hand away before running her thumb across his lips and brought the duvet up and over her shoulders. "So, how was your day?"
"Double homicide."
"Uh-huh. Tell me about it." She replied looking at him.
"Well, a guy rang up 911, kinda confessing to something. He told the cops- and I know exactly what he said, I had to decipher the son of a bitch's statement - he said 'I was invited round for dinner; I had my dinner I then indulged myself in dessert. There was a knock at the door then I took out the trash.'" Gibbs told, not needing to refer to his notebook or ring anybody up at the bull pen as those words, the so called confession was forever burned into his mind and his retinas.
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad. Weird? Yup, but when does this double homicide come into it?" Ruby asked, her ever inquisitive brain wanting to learn from Jethro Gibbs; an ex-marine, a widow and triple divorcee, a man that had lived, nearly died and had survived the Royal Marines. Was he an inspiration? Yes. Was he the perfect role model? That's a whole different story.
"The double homicide comes into it, when and yes it's the same case, when we searched the house where the anonymous 911 phone call had been made and then traced. We found a female corpse on the dining table, throat slashed and signs of sexual assault. When Ducky, ah, Doctor Mallard got her TOD and then got her out, we disposed of those boot things we wore in the house to make sure our own footprints weren't taken in as evidence, we disposed of them at the back of the house," Gibbs stopped to look at Ruby's expression, to see if she was distraught by the on going story. But all that met his eyes was hers, full of sorrow. He decided to continue, if she was as strong as before, she could handle this, "That was when we found... when we found the other corpse, the male corpse in the trash can at the back of the house." Gibbs ended, exhaling a lungful of held breath.
"Oh, God..." Ruby sat up, the duvet falling away, she held a hand to her mouth, "Some people are just sick in the head aren't they?" She exclaimed behind her hand.
Seeing her emotion he quickly continued. "You've not heard the best bit yet, the two corpses, Sally and John Gilnitz, were husband and wife. My theory was that the killer had broken into the house, Sally had tried to call for help, her fingerprints where found on the smashed mobile phone we found. She probably went along with the bastard's plan, keeping calm, until it got nasty, until he asked her to lie down on the table. Then her husband came home, from work from selling insurance, interrupting them, he slashed her throat in a blind panic. Stabbed and killed the husband with the same knife and threw him away like he was a soda can."
He looked at Ruby Valenti, her thick curly brunette hair falling in front of her face, her knuckles in her mouth, biting hard into them to stop any tears that were forcing themselves out of her eyes; she was biting hard enough to leave a mark. Gibbs reached out a calloused hand and brushed a few hanging curls away from her face, resting his hand of her face. She looked deep into his eyes as he ran his thumb down her cheek.
"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked warm and calm. He saw her remove her knuckles from her mouth to speak.
"Hmm? Me, oh I'm fine Gibbs. It's just some story to go to sleep on." She smirked then her tone became more serious. "This must've been eating you up inside."
"I'm not gonna lie, it was, for me, for everyone." He sighed.
"Oh, god..." She sighed vastly, "Well that's my nightmares sorted for the foreseeable future." She smiled but it was so obvious it wasn't in her heart. "...You mentioned Ducky. Damn, I miss him too. He was the only one that showed me true kindness when I was at NCIS. Apart from you that is." She matched his full-hearted sigh. "So, the killer told you exactly what happened in his phone call, but he was just so sick and twisted enough that he wanted you to put the pieces of it altogether." Ruby concluded.
It was now Gibbs' turn to look deep into her eyes, it took him hours to work out his seeming confession, but it took her mere seconds. He'd be lying if he wasn't proud of her. "Why ever did you leave us, Ruby?"
End of Chapter Two.
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