Jenny was on of my favorite characters, and I'm so upset that they killed her off. This is just a series of short pieces, one for each main character about Jenny's death. This first one is giving more details, as I invisioned, to her death. The drabbles are in order of finding out about her death.

This is my first NCIS fanfiction. And unfortunately, I don't own any of the characters.

Judgment Day

Jenny

I watched Mike as he went out the side door to the water tap. My attention was then turned to the window. It wasn't like there was much to look at, out here in the Middle-Of-No-Where California. Oh, a tumbleweed. How interesting. I thought about what Mike had said. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should have talked to Jethro. About us, about my illness, about everything. I knew I still loved him, but the Director in me forced me not to. But still. I didn't know how much longer I would be on this earth. I should have said something before. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car. They had come. I quickly moved away from the window so they couldn't see me.Damn. Of course Mike wasn't here now. Damn that stupid tea. But then again, this wasn't his battle to fight. It was mine. I moved across the room, a yard or so away from the door, trying to anticipate their moves. I didn't know how much good that would do me. There were certain to be more of them than there were of me. I swallowed, ready to face whatever there was to face. The door burst open. I automatically started shooting rounds. One down. I felt a pain in my shoulder and stifled a cry before shooting again, and receiving another shot to my arm. There was a bang to my right and a pain in my side. I swiveled and shot. Two down. The pain was horrible. I fell to one knee, shooting again. Three down. I realized too late that there was still one that I had not killed yet. He shot and hit me several times, but I got him too, and he fell. Four down. I collapsed, the blood flowing down my arm and my front. I struggled to stay awake, hoping that someone would come. My life flashed before my eyes. Paris, Serbia, Egypt, Washington. My father and mother, Jethro, Ducky, Ziva, Tony, Abby, Tim. All the things I should I have done. All the things I should have said. All the things I should have resolved. It was no use. My world sunk into darkness, forever.