Title: Moscow - Cold Mourning
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Gibbs / Stephanie
Category: SC
Content: A short trip to Jethro and Stephanie's time in Moscow.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: I was preoccupied the final words of the two in the episode 5x03 (Ex-File) and the question of why it did not work between them. I have therefore allowed me a brief fantasy trip to wintry Moscow. I give not a guarantee that my mental time sequence of events is true, just hope so. Have fun and takes you on why!
Quote: Episode 5x03 (Ex-File)
Stephanie: "I have a feeling that it will work with me before."
Gibbs: "I'm sorry. .'s With you, with us, that was not your fault "
Stephanie:" By this was no fault of us "-" But. We will always remain Moscow
Moscow in February 2000:
very careful not to wake Stephanie, Jethro beat back the covers and put his legs ΓΌ over the edge of the bed. Shivering, he moved his shoulders. As it looked, was once again the heating down or frozen. Nothing unusual at the time of year in this country. However, he would probably never get used to it. There was certainly also bitterly cold winter in the States, but it was for Russia clearly at the top of the cold list. He quickly moved on to something and glanced out the window. Outside it began to dawn, and thick snowflakes chased through the air. Although it was clearly much too early yet to get up and go outside in this weather, the agent had to do it. He had slept half the night not right and saw no more from now. Like him, as in previous even in the eight years to this period was no one around. Jethro felt like a lifeless shell in search of something that was not found. For something that he had then gone forever and to this day sorely missed.
His gaze wandered to the sad, just a few inches away, quietly sleeping woman. His wife. She looked so peaceful. Only a bush of red curls peeked under the, to the ears pulled, quilt show and was on her foot, free in thick, warm socks staked, narrow feet. Jethro knew as hard as Stephanie was asleep, it would take a while before she noticed that he was no longer beside her. However, once he returned, he also knew that they would certainly insist on an explanation. In the statement he had it really long ago have to give. In a statement, he basically could not give her but did not, and do not even want to. They had been married for almost five months and four months here in Moscow. So far, they did not have much chance for a normal relationship. to that extent you can get together, within the short time they knew, ever did, as a proper relationship, the incontrovertible fact of being married to each other, apart.
Jethro remembered well when he met Stephanie end of the summer last year at a garden party of Mrs. Mallard. Although he actually detested such actions, he was his good friend and colleague - not refuse the pathologist Dr. Donald Mallard, the invitation of his mother at the time. Ducky addition, as Dr. Mallard was affectionately known by all in a nutshell, he had been by far one of the younger guests. Ducky suddenly presented to him out of the blue Stephanie Flynn. Jethro had until now no real idea what relation they stood to the Mallards. That was basically it but also pretty damn because he was flattered by the attractive, red-haired woman who flirted from the first moment to the most violent with him. She beamed with her slightly funky way of a good living, he could not escape. She knew him to make her laugh, sent to seduce and to bring their sometimes crazy ideas to other ideas. Above all other thoughts, which he after his official trip to Europe could more than use. Jethro enjoyed her sole attention. Just like being with her, even if he was not sure if he really loved. Whether he ever loved. They knew not so long as he received the order to go undercover to Moscow. It was a spontaneous idea, a crazy decision, when she told him, after he had told her that he had to go to Russia, proposing to get married and come along. And although Jethro, it failed after two previously Marriages, and his last affair, really should have known better, he did it again. He joined in October last year with her down the aisle. It was nothing great. Nothing that would bring down the sky or what angels would have fallen to the ground. It was not even a real celebration. It's a cozy dinner between her and him. And yet it was different. Stephanie was different. Unlike his previous two wives did not mind it. She herself had made the suggestion to make it as simple and easy as possible to keep. Their reasoning was that she loved him and I need no more. And they really loved him, knew that Jethro, for she would have never followed him to Moscow. However, he had to admit in the meantime that he her what she wanted to, could not really give. But he still was not ready and did not know whether he ever would be ready for it. Stephanie had, resigned in opposition to him, with the cold in Russia and also with the very simple life she led. It seemed to him to really rich to have and to himself. While the day of his undercover work, which they just coasting knew pursue them, they earned a few rubles to in the tourist area.
said in recent days but increased them they start a family, a real family, with children and everything that goes with it. Only at that moment Jethro realized what he had done. What hopes and wishes he had awakened in her. Hopes he wanted to meet her not. Wishes he had even once as real life and in other circumstances would never give up voluntarily. But it did nothing to his present wife, of which nobody knew but him.
Jethro gritted teeth hard to each other, the sobering felt pain in the jaw and ran with a low sigh through the graying hair. He had to get out, get out of the room and away from her. He was sorry, really sorry because he did not do that to her, but he could not help it. Caring, he pushed her blanket over an exposed shoulder. Then he turned quietly on his boots, slipped on to a thick, warm down jacket and reached for his fur hat, before he gently the door of the little old building behind the castle drew. Ice-cold winter air, he was met on the street and drove him with tears in his eyes. Annoying occurred to him that he had forgotten his gloves. But to Stephanie still not wake up, he decided not to get them. The collar of his jacket firmly beaten up and his hands buried deep in his pockets, he lowered his head against the heavy snow and went on his way to his future aim pursued. It was only a few blocks away, but to reach through the deep snow is difficult. Then he reached her, the little church with the golden towers and the large, ornate oak door. Unlike all the magnificent Russian - Orthodox, Jewish and Christian churches that existed in the city, had this somewhat remote, small church, almost inconspicuous. Jethro had discovered it a few days ago while walking with Stephanie and from the moment you knew she would be on that day his goal. Although he was his belief that he would ever have been properly religious, would certainly have just lost that day nine years ago, it was this place before in this strange city, as the only appropriate. For a moment he stood hesitating outside the door, clearly the cold, wet snow felt in his face and closed his eyes. For the first time in all the years he was not home that day, not in your vicinity and not in a position to give them at least to remember with a bouquet of flowers. Determined, he then opened the door on the right and entered. First he was in a kind of small anteroom, where he has the strong smell of sweet incense rose and other, intrusive odors in the nose. To tap with one hand the snow, he moved with the other's fur hat from his head. His eyes took a while until they had become accustomed to the dim light, then pushed a small wooden door decorated with colorful windows to the interior of the church. Insignificant had the church from the outside, as fine and glittering they were inside. Amazement of a lot of processed gold in and on the walls and in and around the altar, was Jethro want. Stephanie had told him about their trip through the tourist town but even from all the pomp in the church, but he had it almost do not believe, as he had previously set itself a foot into one. A little hesitant, he broke away after a while out of his trance and came with slow steps to the altar. A long series of small and large, burning, burnt and half of spent candles, spread out before him. Cumbersome he was down on one of the cold wooden benches and watched Lost in thought, the occasional flicker. Almost alive he saw before him, Shannon and Kelly - his family. The only two people he had in his life ever really truly loved him and were taken on that day nine years ago, brutal and painful.
There were so many moments, so many small and large, sad and funny moments that he wanted to remember. Jethro wished once more to hear Kelly's laughter and see her sparkling eyes of children to be able to. He dreamed of it touching Shannon's soft skin and allowed the scent of her Hairs to perceive. They both just once more in my arms and never let go.
A deep sigh escaped him and he could feel him slowly and always icy cold crept up the legs. But he ignored it and sank back into his memories. He saw Shannon on their last evening together, yet exactly right. As they dressed only slightly, with legs drawn up on the bed and sat gazing at him expectantly. to hide in her eyes glittered tears she bravely tried before him. But could not hold back when he took her in his arms. He loved her stormy press itself, burying his face in her neck and to tease them. to tease So, until they struck him with his fists and they both were then in a small fight one. Just as he made it even then, at that - to sell their last evening together, her dark thoughts. They loved each other easily without a thought of the morning until suddenly a little girl crying, and Kelly, with her pillow under his arm, stood in the door and crawled into bed with them. A smile flitted across Jethro's face as he remembered exactly how Kelly snuggled up to him and without even getting to that their parents naked were so similar calmly back to sleep.
A noise was coming to him, Jethro. He had lost all sense of time and did not know how long he had been sitting on this cold wooden bench. Only now he realized how much he was already frozen through. Next to him a little old woman sat wrapped in a pile of warm blankets and looked at him with sad, knowing eyes. She handed him a thick candle and nodded encouragingly. The agent gave the woman a silent, grateful smile as he took the candle a little hesitant. The toes in his boots felt numb and his legs ached, when he got up and impound the blood in his veins gradually began again. His fingers were numb and began to tingle, as he accepted the tender warmth of candles and suggested he was the candle lit in his hand a safe place in the long line of burning memories. It was gradually
time to go back. Stephanie would certainly have long to wait for him and worry. Although it was usual, he went away and stayed longer, but rarely give this early hour, and especially without their notice. Back on the road, the sun was shining brightly now and let the still densely covered light snowflakes. The winter wonderland was peaceful and cold over the city. Each of his steps a low, grinding noise gave out and brought him back a little further into life, back to reality.
Jethro carefully opened the door of her apartment when he already wrapped in a blanket, looked at the window. They did not turn to him, stood in silence, looking out, there. To clearing his throat he went up to her and put a road and bought, fragrant, warm bread beside her on the Table. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at him with emphatic, questioning look. Her eyes spoke volumes. He could incomprehension and anger in it. Air-tailing it would try to explain it, find some excuse, but they raised his hand and made a sad corners of the mouth. Too often they had in the last few days heard his insipid excuses and seemed to know that this time would not be otherwise. Silently, he took off his jacket and put his boots under a bench. Still the red-haired woman stood at the window and noticed him. The captivating beauty of bread went through the room and let the frosty atmosphere gradually . Defrost Jethro was carefully watching his eyes on Stephanie's body wall. Through its lean, well-formed under the ceiling looming figure. They both knew that talking was not one to just one of his strengths, but they also knew how they understood each other anyway. Warming, he took her from behind in the arms, felt her shudder and slowly breaking their resistance. It was a game that they both understood from day one to play. A nice game, which, however, for a common future alone was not sufficient. turned
with an honest, deeply apologetic glance Jethro his new wife, and she began to kiss, first gently, then more passionately. He could feel her trembling body in his hands and the warmth that emanated from it. Was he still in the morning run from it like this, he would feel it more so now. It was good to touch her and feel her fingers on his skin, because it was easier to bear that day. Thus he found it easier to forget and suppress the ever-recurring, painful memories. * END *
Note: It is certainly not the most common Pairing, but I just always like to try out something new and if it did you like anyway, I would of course very pleased about a bit FB
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