Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters of NCIS. I do own Rory Collins and Sam Flack.
Couples: Gibbs & Rory
Disc: I do not own the show or the original characters of CSI: NY.
OOC: Sam Flack doesn't come until later, along with working a case with the CSI: NY so it well be a small cross over with that show. There shouldn't be a lot of chapters with them at all. Mostly since I don't do go deep into the cases in my stories.
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I was in Mac's office. I knew most of the CSI's because I had worked with Flack on some cases that dealt with drugs and we had all become friends, to a point. I turned for a second, looking out of the door and I grunted and I stood up.
"Damn it, he followed me." Gibbs walked in and looked me right in the eye.
"I won't allow you to run away just because, for a moment, you lost the fire because of one damn undercover case that went wrong. You're coming back with me! You were a damn fine NCIS agent." He didn't seem to mind Mac. "Your brother was a Marine, so you know that Marines don't give up, so don't expect me to give up on you!" I finally heard Mac clear his throat.
"Seems like you need to talk!" I looked at Mac.
"Can't! Don called, seems an old case that we worked together is open again, I need to get to work, Mac. Seems I won't be joining CSI right off the bat!" He smirked at me.
"Maybe not at all!" I looked at him and ran my hands through my hair.
"Mac, you know why I came back." Mac nodded and looked at her.
"You can also work with what made you come back from D.C.!" He walked across and put his hand on Gibbs' shoulder. "You hurt her and you need to remember that you are not the only ex-marine that cares." I saw Gibbs smirk as Mac left. Gibbs looked at me. I didn't know what to say first! Someone's had actually come to take me back!
"You already working, Rory?" I shook my head.
"No. I was meeting up with Don tomorrow, to start working on a case we worked together before I transferred to D.C."
Gibbs surprised me, he took my hand and guided me out. I just followed. I'd never imagined Gibbs holding my hand like this, but it felt good, something I had wanted to do since I started to fallen in love with him.
"Fine, but I have to stop off somewhere and we'll take my truck!" I sighed as I got in my truck.
"Follow me and you can leave it somewhere safe." He nodded and I drove to a house, it was a small one. We parked and I looked at him as he started to get out. "I'll be right back."
I headed to the door and knocked, as the door open there was a squeal.
"MOMMY!" I smirked as I picked up the six year old boy. He had spent summers with me when I was in D.C. He was a good boy and his father had taken good care of him. We had decided, because I was undercover, that he would raise the boy his mother helping.
I had walked back with the six year old holding my hand. He was a good kid, a happy one too, most of the time. Gibbs was looking at me and I gave a shrug. I put him in his seat, one that was especially for children his age, buckling him in. He was smiling widely.
"We going home, Mommy?" I smiled at him.
"Sure are, we're going to go home and get some lunch, okay?" He nodded and I got in and drove off, with Gibbs following. We headed back the apartment he was now being raised in. I walked with him, he held my hand. As we headed into the apartment he took Gibbs' hand and dragged him to his room before I could talk to him. I went to find something to order, I didn't feel like cooking. I could hear them talking and I smiled to myself.
Gibbs came out to where I was going through some take- out menus.
"He likes to draw." I nodded.
"Has since he learned how to." I flipped through some more menus.
"So, this is why you came back here. Why didn't you tell me you were a mother?" He walked over to me and slid his finger along my face, he lowered his head, kissing me softly. I had started to respond but then I stepped back some and looked at him.
"Gibbs!" He stepped into my personal space and slid his hands into my hair.
"Tell me that you don't have strong feelings for me, and that night we made love meant nothing to you. Tell me that and I will leave. 'Cause that night was something I had dreamed of! The fact is, I have strong feelings for you and I really don't want to lose you." I looked at him.
"Gibbs, I have a son to raise. His father was killed. Yes, I have feelings for you and they're strong." He ran his hands around the back of my neck.
"Then move back! The Director is making it where you're just on vacation!" I looked at him, totally shocked.
"Gibbs I…." He stroked my cheek softly.
"You and your son can move in with me! There are enough rooms and the house is lonely. It would be good to have some other people live there, especially if it meant hearing the laughter of a child!" I took a deep breath as he pulled me gently to his chest.
"I need to think about it, Gibbs. Why don't you stay here with us until you head back to D.C.?" He nodded.
"Order the food and I'll be back in a hour, okay?" I nodded, not sure what to think right now. He headed out.
