I wrote this a while ago, but then my laptop broke and I stopped using it and I forgot all about this half-written story of mine until the other night when I turned it on one final time to retrieve all the files off it... so I thought I'd post it here! Please review and let me know what you think, and if I should continue with it!
Disclaimer: No. NCIS does not belong to me, and this is just me trying to deny what happened in a certain season finale, which I would have no reason to do if the show actually belonged to me because I would not have written such a plot!!!
She stood outside.
In the cold.
The wind enveloped her, yet she did not shiver. She was beyond feeling anything other than the fear. The fear of the door in front of her, the door that she had wanted to see for so long. She was afraid of what would happen when she would finally knock on the door, and afraid of the reaction of the person who was behind the door.
Because to him, she was dead.
How would he react, to see someone at his doorstep, alive when believed to be dead? More to the point, how would he react to seeing her?
This fear was what stopped her from knocking on the door. And so she waited, simply waiting in the cold, waiting for a sudden burst of courage, or perhaps a sign that she should knock on the door.
Or a sign that she shouldn't.
Her mind wandered. Thinking back to her time held captive, she remembered why she'd chosen this house to run to. Out of anywhere she could've ran to after her escape, she'd chosen this particular door to stand at. She remembered every moment of their friendship before that day, and a tear rolled down her cheek as she felt the sorrow of missing that friendship while she'd been away. Yet now she was here, a door separating her from a person she used to know. The street seemed familiar, and at the same time so distant. Everything was different, she knew that, but some things never changed, like the past, and the memories that she held dear.
Hearing a knocking sound, she looked up to see her hand curled in a ball, in contact with the door.
Her eyes wide, she thought of running away, perhaps never to be seen again. However, a stronger force kept her where she was.
Waiting.
In the cold.
so what do you think? Pretty please leave me a review, I'm willing to take all constructive feedback :)