Bolt from the blue

A/N: For any of you reading Second Chances, I know I should be working on chapter 22, but this idea popped into my head, and I couldn't get it out so after eight hours I decided to do something about it. I hope you like it, I've yet to start writing it, so it is as new to you as it is to me…oh wait that's with all my stories, ah you seem to like anyways. Okay now really enough rambling, lets see where this goes shall we?

Disclaimer: *Sigh* I really wish I owned NCIS…or at least Gibbs and Tony, that'd be alright.

It had been a long week for Jennifer Shepard, and it still wasn't finished. She could not understand why almost every team she had decided to hand in their case files today. The deadline wasn't even till Monday, and it was Friday! Never had she gotten so many early case files, and surprisingly she didn't like getting them.

She thought she would, but no, she found it was very difficult to get sleep when she had over forty reports to read and sign off on.

She was so involved in trying to get through the never decreasing pile that she didn't realize it was storming outside. That is until a very loud crack of thunder broke the silence in her study causing her to jump out of her skin.

The clap of thunder was lour, but it didn't last long. As soon as the fright left her she went to get back to the file in front of her when she heard a strange noise.

At first she thought it was nothing, but when another crack of thunder went off and the sound got louder she got up and started following the curious noise.

She started to get a bit worried, not that she would ever admit it, when the sound led her to her front door. She took a deep breath and opened it a crack then peeked through.

Seeing there was no one outside she shut her door again, but then the sound came back. She knew if was coming from the other side of her door, and even though she hadn't seen anything, she opened it again, except this time she opened it all the way.

That was when she saw a very small basket with a blanket wrapped around the object that was making the noise.

With pure shock and horror she realized that the sound was that of a baby crying. She quickly grabbed the basket and brought it inside to keep the baby from getting sick.

"Who the hell leaves a baby on someone's doorstep in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm?!" she said out loud as she brought the box into her living room and placed it on her couch.

She quickly took out the blanketed bundle and took the blanket off of the child.

"You must be freezing!" Jenny said as she put the soaking wet towel on her coffee table. She took off the fleece blanket she had draped around her shoulders and wrapped the crying baby in it to try and warm it up, as well as dry it off.

She had just placed the baby on the couch next to her and was moving the box off of it, when she noticed a very wet, yet still legible note inside.

Hesitantly she took the note from the box, placed it on the floor and looked at the note.

Jennifer Shepard

"What the…?" she said as she opened the letter.

Here's your chance to have what you lost all those years ago. I certainly don't want her. Hopefully you do, if not, well she's your problem now.

-Someone from long ago

Thoughts were whizzing through her head a thousand miles a minute.

Who was this person and why didn't they care for their child in the least, they left her outside on a pouring night when it was freezing outside and all they can say is I certainly don't want her and she's your problem now?! What bastards!

Another thing was she wanted to know how this cold hearted person knew her, and knew that she had a miscarriage. That was what frightened her the most. She never told anyone about that, especially not the father, well who the father would have been.

She had no idea how to take care of a baby, she'd never been a mother before, her one chance was robbed from her many, many years ago, but have one now?!

There was no way. Her job went on way too late in the night…well technically she was her own boss and could leave when she wanted; she could also take her work home with her…

"Stop it Jennifer! You cannot raise a child by yourself!" she scolded forgetting the baby in question was lying next to her. Her outburst woke the child and soon Jenny's heart broke with the sound of a very small and faint sound of a baby crying.

Wanting to make the baby feel safe and stop crying, Jenny picked up the bundle and for the first time look at the child that had been dropped on her doorstep.

Instantly she feel in love with it, her, she corrected herself.

The baby girl couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, maybe two months, but she was extremely tiny. He heart broke when her eyes opened and she looked up at Jeny with her arms extended and fists clenched. She started to squirm until Jenny placed her finger near the baby's hand, at which the infant wrapped her fist around Jenny's finger almost immediately.

"How could somebody not want you? Your absolutely gorgeous…oh my god!" It was that moment Jenny realized there was no way she would be able to go through with her original thoughts and call child services. She had fallen in love with the little girl, and would be damned to hand her off to someone she knew nothing about.

Her mind made up, how ever terrified her decision made her, she got up cradling the infant to her so her head was rested just below Jenny's shoulder. She walked towards her study and looked at the clock.

0130, she knew it was late, but this was important, she needed help and there was only one person at the moment she knew she needed to call.

"Hello?" An exasperated voice came through the phone.

'Thank god he's still awake!' Jenny thought to herself before she took a deep breath and said what she'd called for.

"It's Jenny, I was hoping you'd be able to come over and help me with something. It's extremely important; otherwise I wouldn't be calling so late." Jenny rushed; she did not want to tell him over the phone.

"I'll be right over." With that the two parties hung up. Jenny walked back into the living room and cuddled into the side of the couch holding the baby to her chest waiting for him to show up.

A/N: So? Terrible? Salvageable? Good? Great? Should I continue? Let me know what you think, and I should be able to get chapter two out to you, that is if you want it…Thanks again^.^