Story: A deeper Kind Of Love
Title: A Deeper Kind Of Love
Pairing: Jennifer Shepard/Caitlin Todd
Rating: PG-13 (Will change in later chapters...)
Disclaimer: NCIS is owned by CBS or whoever else. It's not mine and I do not intend to make money with this story...
Author's Notes: I'm still not too sure about this one. It came to me while I was watching Seasons 1+2 with my best friend and, havin only ever written Jenny/Ziva before, I suddenly wanted to write something about Kate. But there was no one I could see her with who she had known. So I though - why not go for the ultimate challenge and try Jenny? And here it is. For R & C, for finally making me fly...
I dedicate this to R&C
for finally making me fly
And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I'm trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know
Oh yes, I wanna know
What’s the name of the game…?
(ABBA - The Name Of The Game)
“My condolences”, Jenny said, not really looking into Kate’s parent’s eyes. No one could know that they shared the same pain. To the people around them she was just the new boss of Kate’s old agency. To them she and Kate had never even met. Not once.
The man and woman in front of her nodded their thanks and she was free to go, careful to remain indifferent on the surface. She really needed to get out of here, her insides were in turmoil; ever since Director Morrow told her about the death of one of Gibbs’ agents and moreover since she had known the name of that agent she had gone through the world in a trance. No one had noticed of course, not even Gibbs whom she had thought could still read her like a book. How much had changed in 6 years; she felt like she had started a new life, she had felt - alive and now she felt dead inside.
A few feet in front of her Abigail was walking alone with her jazz record. The girl had been one of Kate’s closest friends, she might have been the closest. But she didn’t know. How she longed to tell her, to tell her of what she and Kate had shared but she wouldn’t. They hadn’t been able to tell anyone while Kate was alive and she couldn’t do it now. The deceit hurt, as if there was anything that could hurt her now. She first heard Jethro coming up behind her and then felt his hand at her waist. It was absurdly comforting to feel there still was someone who cared for her. Although he couldn’t and wouldn’t understand that she might need comfort. How cruel life could be. Two months after she had written Jethro that Dear John letter. Two months after she had quoted rule 12 back to him, ‘never get involved with a coworker’, she had met Kate.
“Mind if I sit with you?” Jenny looked up from her drink. Her eyes took in a young woman standing in front of her. Although her voice had sounded quite steady Jenny could sense how insecure she was.
“Suit yourself.” Jenny knew she was being rude but she just couldn’t help it. She had come here with the intention of getting drunk to keep herself from thinking of Jethro. What she certainly DIDN’T need was company. She didn’t want to talk. She just wanted to drown herself in self-pity and alcohol. But a few moments later it became clear that her young companion had pretty much the same in her mind. Instead of trying to start a conversation with the already tipsy redhead beside her she ordered a drink (the strongest you have) and upon receiving the glass drank its contents in one before ordering another.
It was some time until one of them finally spoke. The drinks had begun to take hold and Jenny could feel herself become slightly dizzy.
“What’s his name then”, the woman drinking next to her asked in a slightly slurred voice.
“Jethro”, Jenny answered, not really knowing why.
“And yours?” came the next question.
“Jenny” she muttered, eyes intensely fixed on the tabletop.
“Jenny and Jethro”, the other woman said into her glass. “Kinda fits.”
“Only the names.”
Her companion nodded wordlessly and they both fell silent again. Jenny allowed herself to take in the appearance of her neighbor. She was pretty. Long brown hair, intelligent eyes, prominent chin. She turned her attention back to her drink.
Half an hour later Jenny said, “And yours?”
The woman looked up, “excuse me?”
“Your guy…”
“Ahh… not worth mentioning”
“But worth getting drunk”
“Yeah… No not really.” They laughed. “Never mind”
“Right”
“Anyway. I’m Kate. Kate Todd. “
“Yeah. Jenny. “
“So I’ve heard. “
Jenny smiled. “Jenny Shepard”, she said stretching out her hand for Kate Todd to shake it.
“Kate as in Katherine?”
“Nope” was the short reply as Kate shook her hand.
“But?”
“Kate as in Caitlin.”
“Caitlin. I like that”
“I don’t”, Kate muttered.
“How comes?” Jenny wondered. The more she thought about it the more she found the name Caitlin suited her companion.
“It’s not me. Caitlin. Sounds so… girly. I’m not. Girly that is. I’m more the down-to-earth kind of person.”
Jenny shrugged, “Like getting drunk over a guy who isn’t worth mentioning.”
“Yeah like that”, Kate shrugged and smiled. “Are you keen on embarrassing me?”
“No…” Jenny said quickly. “No, I’m sorry.”
“Never mind.”
With that silence settled upon them and their drinks once more. Each woman got lost again in her own thoughts. Jenny in her memories of Marseille and Paris and Serbia and wherever else Jethro and her had been undercover and Kate in whatever it was that she and that worthless guy had had in common.
Pairing: Jennifer Shepard/Caitlin Todd
Rating: PG-13 (Will change in later chapters...)
Disclaimer: NCIS is owned by CBS or whoever else. It's not mine and I do not intend to make money with this story...
Author's Notes: I'm still not too sure about this one. It came to me while I was watching Seasons 1+2 with my best friend and, havin only ever written Jenny/Ziva before, I suddenly wanted to write something about Kate. But there was no one I could see her with who she had known. So I though - why not go for the ultimate challenge and try Jenny? And here it is. For R & C, for finally making me fly...
I dedicate this to R&C
for finally making me fly
And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I'm trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know
Oh yes, I wanna know
What’s the name of the game…?
(ABBA - The Name Of The Game)
“My condolences”, Jenny said, not really looking into Kate’s parent’s eyes. No one could know that they shared the same pain. To the people around them she was just the new boss of Kate’s old agency. To them she and Kate had never even met. Not once.
The man and woman in front of her nodded their thanks and she was free to go, careful to remain indifferent on the surface. She really needed to get out of here, her insides were in turmoil; ever since Director Morrow told her about the death of one of Gibbs’ agents and moreover since she had known the name of that agent she had gone through the world in a trance. No one had noticed of course, not even Gibbs whom she had thought could still read her like a book. How much had changed in 6 years; she felt like she had started a new life, she had felt - alive and now she felt dead inside.
A few feet in front of her Abigail was walking alone with her jazz record. The girl had been one of Kate’s closest friends, she might have been the closest. But she didn’t know. How she longed to tell her, to tell her of what she and Kate had shared but she wouldn’t. They hadn’t been able to tell anyone while Kate was alive and she couldn’t do it now. The deceit hurt, as if there was anything that could hurt her now. She first heard Jethro coming up behind her and then felt his hand at her waist. It was absurdly comforting to feel there still was someone who cared for her. Although he couldn’t and wouldn’t understand that she might need comfort. How cruel life could be. Two months after she had written Jethro that Dear John letter. Two months after she had quoted rule 12 back to him, ‘never get involved with a coworker’, she had met Kate.
“Mind if I sit with you?” Jenny looked up from her drink. Her eyes took in a young woman standing in front of her. Although her voice had sounded quite steady Jenny could sense how insecure she was.
“Suit yourself.” Jenny knew she was being rude but she just couldn’t help it. She had come here with the intention of getting drunk to keep herself from thinking of Jethro. What she certainly DIDN’T need was company. She didn’t want to talk. She just wanted to drown herself in self-pity and alcohol. But a few moments later it became clear that her young companion had pretty much the same in her mind. Instead of trying to start a conversation with the already tipsy redhead beside her she ordered a drink (the strongest you have) and upon receiving the glass drank its contents in one before ordering another.
It was some time until one of them finally spoke. The drinks had begun to take hold and Jenny could feel herself become slightly dizzy.
“What’s his name then”, the woman drinking next to her asked in a slightly slurred voice.
“Jethro”, Jenny answered, not really knowing why.
“And yours?” came the next question.
“Jenny” she muttered, eyes intensely fixed on the tabletop.
“Jenny and Jethro”, the other woman said into her glass. “Kinda fits.”
“Only the names.”
Her companion nodded wordlessly and they both fell silent again. Jenny allowed herself to take in the appearance of her neighbor. She was pretty. Long brown hair, intelligent eyes, prominent chin. She turned her attention back to her drink.
Half an hour later Jenny said, “And yours?”
The woman looked up, “excuse me?”
“Your guy…”
“Ahh… not worth mentioning”
“But worth getting drunk”
“Yeah… No not really.” They laughed. “Never mind”
“Right”
“Anyway. I’m Kate. Kate Todd. “
“Yeah. Jenny. “
“So I’ve heard. “
Jenny smiled. “Jenny Shepard”, she said stretching out her hand for Kate Todd to shake it.
“Kate as in Katherine?”
“Nope” was the short reply as Kate shook her hand.
“But?”
“Kate as in Caitlin.”
“Caitlin. I like that”
“I don’t”, Kate muttered.
“How comes?” Jenny wondered. The more she thought about it the more she found the name Caitlin suited her companion.
“It’s not me. Caitlin. Sounds so… girly. I’m not. Girly that is. I’m more the down-to-earth kind of person.”
Jenny shrugged, “Like getting drunk over a guy who isn’t worth mentioning.”
“Yeah like that”, Kate shrugged and smiled. “Are you keen on embarrassing me?”
“No…” Jenny said quickly. “No, I’m sorry.”
“Never mind.”
With that silence settled upon them and their drinks once more. Each woman got lost again in her own thoughts. Jenny in her memories of Marseille and Paris and Serbia and wherever else Jethro and her had been undercover and Kate in whatever it was that she and that worthless guy had had in common.