Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters (except for Alexandra).
A/N: So I'm really new to this whole thing of posting fan fiction online. Patience and constructive criticism is appreciated.

Prologue: Both Sides of the Fence

The man sat on the wooden bench with his camera to his face, watching the young woman walk down the sidewalk. He had been watching her for days now, at least when he was sure she would not notice him. She always had her purse clutched under her arm and a pair of headphones on, but he noted she was still alert, not absorbed in the music like so many others. When her face came into clear view he occasionally snapped a picture, sometimes several. When she got closer he redirected his camera lens toward a boring sculpture and feigned interest as she strode by.

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"I do not need you to tell me how to handle my team." Gibbs set his coffee down on his desk and thumbed through a stack of mail left while he was at lunch.

Jenny Shepard resisted the urge to yell at him and counted to three under her breath. "I'm just trying to give you a suggestion. I thought you might want some help."

"If I wanted help I would have asked for it." He slid his finger under the edge of padded envelope and ripped it open. "I've handled them. . ." His voice trailed off as he pulled the contents out and looked at what was on top. He quickly flipped the envelope over and upon seeing no return address, tossed it down on the desk. He looked through the first few slowly and then glanced briefly at those remaining.

"Jethro, what is it?" Jenny asked, having picked up on his sudden change in mood. Receiving no answer, she prompted him again. "Jethro?"

Gibbs looked up at her and the look in his eyes scared her, not because he was angry, but because it was one she had ever seen before. He opened his mouth and suddenly shut it, deciding instead to hand her part of the contents of his hands.

Jenny looked down at what she now held. Frowning, she brought the item closer to her face and looked back at him, her eyes wide.

Gibbs ran his fingers over one of the photos and spoke softly, not even looking up at his boss. "This isn't possible."