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Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
How could you react like that in front of everyone!
And what will he think of you?
Argh!!
Jasmine fumed, her hands tightly wrapped around the steering wheel of her car. She was dizzy, nauseous, hot and the pain from the vision still zigzagged across her body.
She watched the scene in front of her, her gaze automatically seeking out Gibbs. He was just as he had been in her vision, gorgeous...
"OH God!" Jasmine gasped when she remembered the blood spreading around his head.
"He's going to be hurt. I need to stop it. I have to..." Jasmine vowed.
Then her eyes collided with Gibbs' through the windscreen of her car. Her breath caught as she sensed that the attraction was mutual.
"I need to get out of here." Jasmine said, turning the key in the ignition and pulling away.
She watched Gibbs watch her depart in her rear view mirror.
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A few hours later back at NCIS head office, Gibbs walked into autopsy. Ziva, Tony and McGee followed him.
Ziva had completed interviewing the deceased boss and colleagues. Tony had run a search on her background and had come up with a list of old boyfriends and enemies. McGee had run her phone and banking records while looking for any surveillance footage he could get his hands on.
"Ah Jethro. I was just about to call you." Ducky said.
"What you got?" Gibbs asked.
"Our poor Petty Officer was beaten, raped and finally stabbed to death." Ducky said.
"So Fornell's new Agent was right!" Tony was shocked.
"It appears so." Ziva smiled, placing her hand out to receive 20.00 from Tony.
McGee grinned as Tony scowled.
Gibbs remained quiet, memories of Jasmine in the grips of pain assailing him.
"The blade left imprints on her lower ribs and her femur. Abby is using that to identify the weapon. From my preliminary analysis I think it as a close combat serated hunting knife. Other then the knife wounds, her left shoulder was dislocated, all the fingers on her right hand were broken, snapped one at a time and her ankle was crushed. Abby's taken a picture of the bruise on her ankle to match to the soles of the boot that was used. Jethro, this poor woman was tortured." Ducky said anger evident in his voice.
"Was she pregnant, Dr Mallard?" Ziva asked.
"Yes Ziva, she was 12 weeks pregnant with twins." Ducky said.
Ziva swore in Hebrew. Tony paced.
"Agent Shah was correct about everything." McGee said.
Gibbs turned away heading out of autopsy, his phone in his hand.
"Fornell, we need to speak to Agent Shah." He said.
"Jethro, I gave her the rest of the day off." Fornell said.
"She was right."
"Jethro, she can't go through another vision like this morning. She spent most of the morning throwing up and battling a splitting headache."
"Fornell, he's still out there and she may be the quickest way we can get to him."
Not to mention that Gibbs wanted to see her again. He wanted to understand what she'd meant by her words "You again. I've missed you. When are you going to stop teasing me with these tantalising glimpses of your gorgeous self?"
"Okay. I'll call her." Fornell cut the call.
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Jasmine sighed.
He was back ... in her room... in her bed... in her arms... touching her.
"Aammm... Jethro..." She moaned as his lips nuzzled the pulse at the base of her neck.
His hands were warm and rough, leaving goose bumps as they glided across her bare skin. Her hands roamed across his shoulders around his arms, to his hard, muscled chest. She leaned forward to place butterfly kisses across the broad expense of his chest, stopping to nip at his nipples and enjoying his gasps of desire.
He flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs, trapping her.
"You're mine." He growled preparing to enter her.
"I'm yours..." She replied, lifting her hips, eager to join him.
Pain suddenly sliced through her mind.
"Jethro!" She shouted.
He was no longer in her arms.
He lay on the ground.
His precious blood draining from his body.
"No!" She sobbed.
"No ... No ... No!" Jasmine jerked awake, terror and pain pulsing through her veins.
"No... I can't let him die."
Then she heard her phone ringing.
Pulling her duvet around her now shivering body she moved shakily to the living room to answer the call.
"Hello." Her voice squeaked.
"Agent Shah, I know I gave you the rest of the day off. But we need you. Can you get to the NCIS head quarters in the next 30 minutes." Fornell asked.
"NCIS..." Jethro will be there.
"Agent Shah, are you okay?" Fornell asked, hearing her breath hike.
"Yes, Sir. I'll be there." Jasmine said, before hanging up.
She took a hot shower hoping it would ease the tension in her shoulders and help with the headache that pounded at the back of her eyes. She didn't have time to dry her hair, so she left it loose hanging down her back as she left her apartment.
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Gibbs arrived back at the NCIS building, coffee in hand, just as Jasmine was being cleared through security.
"Agent Shah." He greeted.
She spun around to face him, her face turning crimson at his close proximity.
"Agent Jethro." She said, recovering her composure.
"It's Agent Gibbs. Jethro's my first name." He smirked.
"Oh...sorry, Agent Gibbs."
The elevator dinged and Gibbs gestured for her to enter. He noticed her hesitation as she stepped in. She seemed on edge and Gibbs wanted to know why. She also avoided making eye contact, which was strange after the look they had exchanged at the scene.
"The information you provided this morning was pretty accurate." Gibbs commented hoping to get her to ease up.
"It usually is. This vision was more vivid than most and the details were explicit. Sometimes I have hazy visions where it isn't possible to get as much information. Sometimes the visions kind a jump leaving out details." she spoke very fast.
"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked, watching her as she looked around the elevator, her breathing becoming shallow.
"I ... I don't like elevators." She said.
Her hand was now massaging her forehead and she leaned against the far side of the elevator.
A second later the elevator shook and came to a standstill. The lights went out and the emergency lights came on.
"Oh no!" Jasmine gasped.
"The generators will kick in any moment." Gibbs said.
"I ... I need to get out of here!" Jasmine gasped.
"Why didn't you say you were claustrophobic?" Gibbs growled hitting the elevator alarm.
"I'm not... usually. I ... Oh ... I need air." Jasmine said.
She wavered and would have fallen to the ground if Gibbs hadn't caught her. In catching her, his coffee ended up on the ground.
"Easy." Gibbs said, holding her close.
She smelled of honey and spice. Her body was warm and firm against him. Her hair tickled his nose. He leaned further into her, holding her close, As her warm breathe hit his neck a jolt of pure desire shot through him.
He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes in the dimmed light.
She looked back, her stare drowning in his.
"Who are you?" Gibbs asked.
"I..." she didn't say anything more.
She couldn't, not with Gibbs lips locked against hers demanding entry. She gave in, wanting to taste him. He was real and it was so much better then in her visions. He tasted of coffee and man. His tongue ran riot across her mouth, his lips suckled her lower lip, his teeth nipped the sides of her mouth. He pressed into her holding her flush against the elevator wall. His hands twisted in her hair kneading her sculp. He kissed her deeply, pulling her tongue into his mouth and worshipping it with his own. His hands moved down her body, resting at the sides of her breasts, finger tips brushing her sensitive buds.
She moaned out, need pulsing through her body in waves. He groaned, wanting more and knowing that this was crazy.
As if to save both of them, the generator kicked in and bright lights flooded the elevator.
Gibbs pulled away, abruptly. Jasmine turned away too embarrassed by her unbridled passion.
"I'm sorry." Gibbs said.
"Me too." Jasmine whispered.
But the only thing they were sorry about was the interruption.
They wanted each other with a need and passion beyond either's experience...
When the elevator dinged open, Gibbs walked out almost running Tony and Ziva over.
"Boss, you okay?" Tony asked.
Gibbs didn't reply. At the same time Jasmine exited the elevator and headed in the opposite direction hoping to find the lady's cloakroom.
"Tony." Ziva said pointing to the spilled coffee on the elevator floor.
"I wonder what..." Tony started to say aloud.
"Let's get refills." Ziva cut him off, her head moving from Gibbs' direction to Agent Shah's.
"It's going to be a long night."
"Yeah, an interesting, long... long night." Tony said as the elevator doors closed.
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Author's Note:
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The next sees Jasmine and Gibbs discuss the case... While trying to deal with their heated emotions.
So stay tuned...