Author's Note: I wrote this about a week after Judgement Day, but never published it on here becuase I wasn't sure whether to continue it or leave it as it was. As far as I was able to tell at the time, there were also no Vance POV stories, so that was a bit unnerving. smile but here it is. This short little one-shot takes place maybe an hour after the event that transpired in Vance's office the last few moments of the episode. Happy readings...Enjoy!
Leon Vance, new Director of N.C.I.S., stood beside the railing close to his office with a thoughtful look. He looked down upon Gibbs and his old team. He wasn't a bad guy, really he wasn't. He was doing what was best for the agency to make sure it ran smooth. As assistant director he had never had a direct impact with Gibbs's team, which made them foreign to him and vice versa.
So separating them may not be the correct move at the moment, he knew that eventually it would pay off. They were after all Gibbs's team, and would never be his. For a moment, he wondered how Director Sheppard had done it. He couldn't ask her now though, that in itself was impossible. He shook his head and tapped his fingers against the railing.
He had helped them cover up her death, instead of reporting what had happened to his superiors in the DoD. He had been on their side, aiding them when they needed it the most. Unlike every other person in the world, they had seemingly forgotten that everything had its price. His price might be harsh, but it was helping them to move on and move up in their careers. This was the price they paid to keep Jennifer Sheppard's name and sleet clean.
They hated him, of that much he was sure, but nothing could last forever.