#hellclaimed

Jethro was awake, of course, downstairs working on his boat when he heard the knock upstairs. When he answered the door, he saw the shaggy hair in the window, wondering who it was. But quickly realized when he opened the door. Kicked out because he wanted an education.. he’d kick the shit out of John if he saw him. “Come on.” He stepped aside to let him in. 

Winter watched the boy’s nervous behaviour with a critical eye.  The kid looked anxious, but Winter knew that could be an act.  It was unlikely, though.  So, cautiously, he asked, “Do you know who I am?

Gin was in between sleep and consciousness, kind of just spacing out in the sunlight that remained as the sun began to set. Like her cat sunbathing on the couch, at least until a new body of heat found its way over hers. “Oh..hi” She muttered and she turned over to curl around him. 

It took her a few more moments to full wake up, and she sat up fully in the hospital bed and rubbed her eyes. "How long was I out for, exactly?" she asked, looking at him with a confused expression on her face. "...Jeez, I'm just putting it out there, that's my last poltergeist for a while.  ---- Did everyone else get out there okay?"

@hellclaimed

“Are you lying?” Jess asked sleepily, fighting to keep her eyes open as she gazed at him through the dark room. “If something’s wrong you can tell me... Or we don’t even have to talk about it... But you don’t have to be alone.”

Gibbs saw a tall man, long overcoat, flashing a badge around. He suspected FBI, but he was a new face with an agency that Gibbs’ has worked countless times with. He approached him, flashing his own badge. “Agent Gibbs, NCIS, the bureau not get the message that this is our jurisdiction?”