NCIS Need You Now by Lady Antebellum
Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
She was distracted as she walked hurriedly into the study. She tripped, yet managed to right herself before she completely fell. But she dropped the old binder on the floor that she had been carrying, and it exploded into a mass of flying papers and photos. She cursed, kneeling down to pick up the old faded papers and photos and organize them into neat, categorized files. That's when she saw it: just the corner of a photo. Jenny picked it up slowly as she stood back up. Leaning against the wall tiredly, a wave of nostalgia passed through her as she recognized it as the photo Jethro had taken of her in Serbia; she was standing in front of the old farmhouse they'd spend a week shacked up in whilst the heat cooled down from their op. As the redhead looked through the rest of the papers, she realized that she had grabbed the wrong binder; she grabbed her old middle school binder that she had so carefully kept all her precious memories of Jethro and her in. She sat down in the middle of the mess, forgetting about her previous task. Slowly, she went through every photo, each one eliciting another memory; some sweet, some funny, some sad. She finally came across the last photo she had taken of them together before she had left. They were sitting in front of the Eiffel tower, hands slung across each other's backs and big goofy grins plastered across their faces. How much she would give to go back to that moment now, to be that happy. Even to have a shred of that happiness, a remnant of those good times… That one photo was all it took; she closed her eyes, preventing the tears from escaping - but one got away anyway. She brushed it away, banishing the evidence of her emotions overflowing. Even in the privacy of her own home she kept her emotions locked away, hidden and safe. Hesitantly, she reached for her phone. Flipping it open, a fleeting thought crossed her mind. Did he ever still think of her, the way she thought of him? She paused, and bit her lip. Could she call him?
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
She spent the rest of the night sitting, alone, in the study. It had just turned 1:15 am; she had a cup of vanilla latte, untouched, sitting on the floor next to her. Emotions tumbled within her; the turmoil was overpowering. She reached for the phone, forgetting her promise to him. She had to call him. She knew she couldn't classify this as an emergency, but she couldn't help but need him, now.
Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
The acidic alcohol burned his throat as it made its way down his throat. Grimacing, he poured himself one more shot of whiskey. Taking another involuntary glance towards the door, he paced the length of his basement with the glass jar in his hand. He wished Jenny would come through that door, smiling her traditional professional smile, wearing one of her short skirts that god only knew how she got away with. But that hadn't happened since the first day of the job. She said she might come back, so he had stayed up for her, waiting. This was the third night. He promised himself after this, he wouldn't wait anymore, that this was the last night. The message was pretty obvious, he thought. And bitterly he wondered if he ever crossed her mind. Because for him, it happened too often.
It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I've lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
It was 1:15 am. After a few more shots of whiskey, he set the glass down, his head spinning. He sank down to the ground, against the side of the wall. The pain in his heart too much, he grabbed his phone. He couldn't fear the rejection anymore, because he needed her. He needed Jenny now.
Woah, woah
Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all
She was surprised to see his number flashing up on her cell, just when she was about to hit his speed dial. Unsure what to do, she opened the phone and held it up to her ear. "Jethro?" She asked, uncertain why he had called.
"Jen," a hoarse, uneven voice replied. She was shocked at how much it hurt to hear his rough, gruff voice. Guess it's better to hurt than feel nothing at all, she thought. And yet she couldn't help but somewhat smile when she asked, "Are you drunk?" Her smile turned into one of a concerned frown when she heard him say, "I need you now, Jen." Without a single word, she got up from the floor of her study, and went downstairs. Moving quickly out the door, the only thing she said before hanging up was "I'm coming." She was sort of relieved, now she knew that they both felt the same way, and both needed each other.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now, I just need you now
She arrived there in less than five minutes – a personal and illegal best. Bursting through the door, she almost ran into him. She stopped suddenly, and she could hear it: the silence hung like a dead weight in the air, pressing down on everything around them. They stood there, avoiding each other's gaze. Jethro wouldn't meet her eyes, and Jenny couldn't meet his. Not saying anything, he took her hand, and pulled her into a tight embrace. She just hugged him back; she needed this as much as he did. They both needed each other; always had, always will.
Oh baby, I need you now