Fumbling Towards Ecstasy Chapter 10: Angel, a ncis fanfic

Final chapter, not really angst, not really fluff, not really sure what it is!

Angel

His hand clamped over her mouth to suppress the cry that nearly escaped her lips. His body threw her to the ground and covered hers, protecting her from the debris from the blast. She shivered under him, and lord help him, if it didn't half turn him on. He tentatively lifted his hand from her mouth and she bit her lip.

"You ok?" He asked. She nodded once, her eyes wide with worry.

"You?" He nodded in reply and lowered his head to look over under the car they were using as cover. There was no way Lloyd had got out of that explosion alive. Lloyd had joined their team only a few weeks ago, he was the Probie. The suspicious behavior they had been sent to investigate on the navy base had turned out to be a bomb, Jen had tried to disarm it but they had ended up running, literally, for their lives. Jen had been about to go back for Lloyd when he had grabbed her and pulled her to the ground.

Spend all your time waiting

For that second chance

For a break that would make it okay

There's always one reason

To feel not good enough

And it's hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release

Memory seeps from my veins

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

They had no time to mourn before the bomb was traced to a home grown terrorist group and they were sent, undercover again, to try to infiltrate it.

The hotel room was dark and his hand one again covered her mouth to cover the cry that threatened to escape her lips. Seeking comfort, she had urged him to her, taking him into her arms and giving herself to him. Up against the wall of a dirty hotel was not the best form of comfort, but she needed to feel alive. He moved deep within her, needing comfort as much as she did. Caught up in the feeling of his skin beneath her hands, she was surprised when he spoke, his voice rasping in her ear.

"Let go Jen." She obeyed, falling over the edge and into his arms, shuddering against him and he held her close.

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there?

They hadn't infiltrated, but had managed to survey, watching the cell from a distance. Jen's jaw was clenched, as it had been for the past week, and her fists balled in her lap. He took a hand and pried open her fingers.

"Let it go Jen." He said gently, looking out of the car window. He wound his fingers into hers.

"How can I?" She sighed. He spared her a look, her bottom lip was caught in between her teeth.

"We'll get them Jen, then you can mourn." She nodded and gave his hand a quick squeeze before letting go. "Jen…I need you with me on this one."

"I'm always with you."

So tired of the straight line

And everywhere you turn

There are vultures and thieves at your back

And the storm keeps on twisting

You keep on building the lie

That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference

Escaping one last time

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

The cell had been shut down, the case closed. Jen sat at Lloyds funeral, next to Gibbs, his thigh brushing against hers. It was the most amount of contact they could afford to show in public but it wasn't enough. She once again needed to feel alive. His landed on her lower back, guiding her through the crowd and again it wasn't enough.

She clutched at him and pulled him through her front door, using their combined weight to shut it. His arms came round her waist and pulled her roughly against him. There was a blur of hands as need consumed them. This time it was his mouth that stifled her cry as she fell over the edge, this time they could revel in the closeness of their bodies, this time…