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Fumbling Towars Ecstasy
- Angel -

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


    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...

    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?


    Hope you have enjoyed it.