"Jethro, I'm so sorry," Ducky said upon seeing him enter the autopsy room. Gibbs ignored his old friend and strode over to a certain autopsy table. Ducky Mallard knew who exactly he was looking for, and exited the room, followed by Jimmy Palmer. Gibbs set his hand lightly right where the face should be on the body bag. Then he reached over and unzipped it slowly. It still broke his heart, no matter that he refused to show it, that she was gone too. He pulled the bag off, revealing the face of the woman he was in love with. Gibbs brushed back her long, red hair, and placed his fingers on her lips. He lowered his gaze to the fatal attraction—the gunshot wounds in her chest and stomach. Gibbs knew he put up the fight of her life, literally, but it wasn't enough. As his probie, Gibbs had taught her everything she needed to know in case of something exactly like this happening. Gibbs thought it was his fault…because he hadn't insisted on going to California with her, instead allowing Ziva and DiNozzo to be her security detail. And Paris…he had the time of his life and he missed it every day. As he thought about the city of love, he looked for the one thing that held the memory together on both of them—a small tattoo of the Eiffel tower on her right hip. He knew that only because he had the same one…but as he looked, it wasn't there. In its place was a roughly drawn sketch of the domes of St. Basil's cathedral. Gibbs didn't know what to think. One thing was for sure—the woman on this table was not Jenny Shepard.
A/N: Okay, this was REALLY short, but the chapters ahead will definitely be a lot longer. I hope you like this new story and keep reading, because I'm eager to keep writing—I think it'll be awesome! Hope you see where I'm going with this….