A.N. I had this idea at 2:30 last night and throughout the day it has changed to something completely different to what I set it out to be but I actually really like this one. I guess it's very 'raw' writing- not edited, not thought over too much just written (so excue any mistakes!) I hope you enjoy it and please review! It makes me happy and a happy Jules writes faster.

Dislcaimer: I don't own any of them which is sad...I don't even own a shiny red car.

SPOILERS: Vague spoilers for season 7 Episode 1 and 2

Oh I forgot to say that the name of the chapter is the name of the song that inspired it. This one is Run Away by Artist Vs. Poet which I don't own either.

Run Away

I was sleeping peacefully in the Navy Lodge I was staying at. Okay, not peacefully but I was used to that by now; it wasn't like the nightmares were a new thing they were just worse since I was captured. I heard my phone vibrate a second before a song started playing. Most people surrounding me stayed asleep but a few groaned at me to answer it which I didn't, I just hung up and rolled over.

It started again and this time more people woke up and before I had a horde of angry, tired navy people on me I picked up the phone and answered it even though I really didn't feel like talking to the person on the other end. I had done well in avoiding him so far and a confrontation with Tony at four thirty in the morning didn't appeal to me.

"What?" I answered harshly, whispering so I didn't annoy my roommates.

"Be outside in 10 minutes," Tony replied and I didn't know why but his voice sounded urgent and my overactive imagination had already thought of ten horrific situations involving the team's imminent death.

I pulled on pants, boots and a shirt in record time leaving my hair crazy and free. Running down the steps I looked at my watch and realised I had made it out the front in five minutes. I guess some training never leaves you.

He pulled up two minutes later in a shiny car I had never seen before. A sports car. A RED sports car. One identical to the one we hired in LA. A smile lit up my face even though I didn't know what was going on and I quickly jumped into the passenger seat looking at Tony who had a giant pair of sunglasses on even though it was still dark outside. Some people never grow up.

I saw him looking at me carefully and I knew I had dark circles under my eyes from not sleeping and I knew I had terrible morning hair but he was staring for an awfully long time and I started to get nervous but I kept eye contact anyway. More training that stuck with me. Eventually he looked away and I couldn't stop the shiver that had gone through me. Why did I just feel like he had read my mind?

I focussed back to the present and blurted out a question I should have asked ages ago.

"Where are we going?" My voice sounded weird to my own ears and I put it down to lack of use. I only talked when I had to nowadays.

"Away," was the only answer I got and I looked at Tony alarmingly, (did this count as kidnapping?) only to be met with a giant grin I had missed so much. I couldn't even remember the last time I had seen him so happy but I didn't care I just smiled a smile that could rival his and with a big exhale, threw my arms up into the air and let out a big yell, letting out all my anxiety, fear, happiness, excitement; everything I was feeling right now and turning my head, grinned at Tony. The sassy, cheeky, excited grin I thought I had forgotten how to do. He looked back at me with confusion and I thought he might just keep on driving me straight to the mental home but then he smiled back and let out a yell way louder than mine had been.

Then it was on.

Our yelling got louder and louder until people were yelling at us from their houses and dogs were barking everywhere we passed but that couldn't crush our spirits.

Finally with a satisfied feeling inside me and a sore throat we stopped at a park I recognised from before. Before Somalia, before Michael, before Jenny's death and before Jeanne.

We both jumped out of the shiny red car and went and sat on the swings just like we had all those years ago.

We didn't talk.

We didn't look at each other.

We just sat.

And thought.

After a while once the sun was high in the sky and the morning chill had been replaced by a warm day we both got up slowly making our way back to the car bumping into each other gently along the way. It felt so weird to be acting so normal but I ignored it and focussed on the warmth of his shoulder on mine, his rough hands brushing back my wild hair and as we jumped into the car we shared a quick wild grin before facing the front and yelling like our voices weren't going to disappear by the end of the day, like we hadn't just travelled half-way around the world to save ourselves from death and like we wouldn't get Gibbs-slapped for being so late for work.

Oh yeah, we yelled loud.

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Jules.