Decker's Deed

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Rating: T

Summary: If Jenny messed up, why did Decker have all the clues? Judgement Day AU in which we see the real reason Decker knew so much.

Paris 1999

William Decker walked in to the hotel with a purposeful stride. Tonight he had seen the most beautiful woman. She had smiled at him from across the street and he had fallen head over heels in lust for her. He grinned. There was no mistaking the tightening in his groin when she looked him in the eye, and there was no chance it was love. She was business, pure and simple. The only problem was she wasn't his business. He spotted the person he was looking for and looked around cautiously for her lover. Gibbs had the most annoying habit of appearing at the wrong time. Not seeing him, Decker strode through the throng of hotel guests towards Jenny. He knew the woman he had been fantasising about for the last twenty minutes was her target, but hopefully not for long. He had thought of the perfect plan and he knew that she would go for it.

"Jen." She turned and smiled at him while she scanned the crowd for people who were trying to listen in. Seeing none she returned the greeting.

"Will."

"Jen, I have a problem." He made his voice waver slightly, to make it sound like he was really worried.

"What is it?" she lowered her voice, knowing that the only type of problem he would come to her with would have something to do with the case.

"He saw me."

"What? How?"

"I literally nearly walked right in to him. I was following him down an alley and I only just made it out."

"What do you want to do?" This was it, time to go for it.

"Swap with me." Her eyes widened and she looked slightly hurt.

"You want to swap now that you have him on alert for threats?" He winced, he hadn't thought about it like that.

"He won't suspect a woman, Jen. He's a chauvinist." He could see her contemplating it and he played his ace. "You could get Gibbs to help you as back-up, just in case." She looked up at him, her eyes ablaze.

"I do not need help. Fine, I'll swap with you. Where does he hang out?"

"Thanks Jenny, you're the best. The Club Anglais. Svetlana?"

"She mostly stays at her hotel room, but she sometimes wanders around the boutiques in Galeries Lafayette. Try not to screw this one up Will." His eyes froze slightly when she said 'screw', but he covered his carnal thoughts by asking a question.

"Where's Gibbs?"

"Right here." Decker jumped into the air when Gibbs' voice sounded right next to his ear and he sent an accusing glance at Jenny, and then rolled his eyes when he noticed she wasn't paying him any more attention. As soon as Jethro shows up, they lose themselves in their own private world. Well tonight it was his turn. Jenny reached up to Jethro as soon as he entered her personal space and they locked themselves in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply and thoroughly. He excused himself, not that they would've heard him, and he slipped out the hotel. He was sick of being the wall flower, the other person who sat around alone, while they touched each other or kissed constantly. Tonight was the night they all took out their targets, and tonight was when he would get it on with his.

He wandered around the boutiques like Jenny had told him, just in case she was around there. His plan to seduce her was a simple one. She already knew what he looked like and she wanted him, he had seen it in her eyes. So he would corner her, push her up against a nearby wall and lower his mouth to hers. He would run his hands over her body and whisper in her ear… he shook himself from his fantasy. He needed to find her first. Circling the boutiques again, he spotted her watching him from a café. She was alone. Svetlana winked at him saucily and wiggled her fingers at him. Like a moth to a flame he walked closer to her, sitting opposite her when she told him to. No words were spoken as they gazed heatedly across the small coffee table at one another, their legs seeking each other out and rubbing together. Will was in heaven, but he knew he was going to hell for what he was about to do. She stood up from the table; eyes still locked on to him and tilted her blonde head to show he should follow her. He did, and he stayed a few steps behind her as she led him all the way to her hotel room.

She unlocked her door and disappeared inside, pulling her coat off as she went, making him dash for the door before it closed behind her. He didn't want to miss this, the slow unveiling of his prize. He rounded the corner and saw her standing in the middle of the floor, looking a little hesitant. Well he didn't like that. Hesitation was a big turn off, so he tried to recreate the atmosphere of seduction by closing the door behind him slowly, and looking her up and down. She gave him a cautious smile and he closed in on her, taking her lips roughly and skimming his hands over her. She threw herself in to the kiss and he smirked. Success.

A little while later and Will was coming down from his high. Svetlana was lying next to him and he watched her sleep. It was a shame he had to kill her. She was really something in the sack and he wouldn't mind having her again. He shook his head and gently rolled out of bed, picking up his clothes and re-dressing. She was a lovely woman, probably wouldn't even have been on the hit list if she wasn't involved with that Anatoly guy. He sighed softly and pulled out his gun. It really was a shame she had to die. He turned back to the bed and raised his gun, only to freeze when he realised she wasn't in it. He looked around him frantically and heard the click of a gun behind him. He spun around quickly and raised his gun to her as she did the same.

She looked very different now. She looked disgusted with herself and he suddenly realised how lucky to be alive he really was. She had lured him here to kill him. Why hadn't she though? He smirked as he thought she must've wanted to try him out before killing him, just like he had. She narrowed her eyes further in anger as his smirk widened. She looked murderous. He didn't want to die and he was beginning to see that it just might happen. He silently cursed his libido and cast a glance at the door. If it came to a shoot out they would probably both die. An idea came to him and he grasped it like a lifeline.

"Look Svetlana, we both have a gun pointed at each other and we will both go down shooting. No one wins. So why don't we just go our separate ways? I'll say you are dead, and you go in to hiding. NCIS won't bother you again."

She mulled over his words for a while and then nodded. She walked over to the door slowly and reached back for the handle. He moved slowly towards her so she couldn't use the door as a shield and they both moved out in to the hall. Once out of the room they were able to move down the hall in separate directions. Decker hoped no one would come around the corner and see them like this. As soon as he rounded the corner he turned and ran for the stairs, not bothering with the lift since she could be waiting to take him out on the other side of the door. He flew down the stairs and out of the hotel, turning in to an alley in front of it. With any luck she would come out soon and he could take her out from across the street. He settled in to a relaxed position and kept his gun trained on the entrance. She didn't come out.

Four hours later, Decker walked dejectedly in to the lobby of the hotel he and his partners were staying in. He couldn't believe what he had done. She had well and truly played him and he hadn't seen any trace of her since they had separated on that corridor. He had even gone back in to search the hotel room, but there was nothing there. It was as if she had just disappeared in to thin air. He had then searched every floor of the hotel, with no luck. She was gone, with no clues as to where. He had screwed up big time. He spotted Jenny and Jethro on the dance floor and stood watching them. They had probably killed theirs with no problems; it was just him that couldn't think with the head on his shoulders. They nuzzled each other's mouths softly and held each other closer. They looked so much in love, without a care in the world and in that moment he hated them. If they hadn't been all over each other then he wouldn't have wanted Svetlana so badly. He wouldn't have been so desperate to be with someone. Well he might have screwed up the mission but it was their fault, and he would make sure the Director knew it. He grinned. Let's see how romantic they can be from different continents. He made his way over to them and coughed loudly, watching as they pulled apart and then instantly became business like.

"It's done." They smiled at him and he felt a little twinge of guilt. They trusted him enough to not even grill him on his method. They just offered him a drink. He took it gratefully and decided he would be remiss if he didn't ask them. "Yours?"

"Done." They both replied simultaneously and then smiled at each other allowing his sneer to go unnoticed. Of course they had done theirs; they were a pair of natural killers. He internally sighed in frustration. If he had just stuck to the plan and his own target, he wouldn't be having this problem. Why did Jenny have to give in so easily? Couldn't she have fought him a little? Well what was done was done, and if he was going to be fired for negligence, he would tear them apart too. Feeling a little bit better about the situation now he was having such vindictive thoughts, he raised his glass.

"To a case well done." They grinned at him and raised theirs, touching their glasses together and downing the rest of the liquid inside. He was going to miss them, but when they found out what he had done, they wouldn't miss him.