Disclaimer: I still don't own NCIS, I just like to take the characters and let them play about in my somewhat twisted imagination.
Enjoy!
Hollis Mann, unfortunately, was going to have to die. Jenny Shepard had decided this just three hours ago, whilst watching her and Gibbs chat over a cup of coffee, laughing at some inside joke they both had shared. It had made her blood boil then, and still had the same effect on her now, going through paperwork at her office desk. Glancing around, she started to consider her options.
There was her ornate letter-opener sitting on her desk; that could do some damage. No, too distinctive, the mark left would be matched up easily. Perhaps another knife; a kitchen knife, maybe? Again, no, too easy to trace. Shooting could work, but it might still be traced back to her. Jenny didn't want to go to prison, just because she was trying to rid Jethro of a very unpleasant woman.
So, an accident, then. Cut her brake cables? Rig up her car? Less traceable, but, if she survived…too much of a risk. Pushing her off a cliff had promise, but persuading Mann to accompany her to the edge of a cliff, alone, at night, would be problematic.
A knock on her office door broke into her thoughts, and Cynthia called out to her.
"I have the case file you asked for, Director, may I come in?"
"Yes, yes, of course, Cynthia," she replied, and decided that her plotting would have to wait until later.
It was only after Cynthia had left that Jenny hit upon the idea. A freak office-related accident; that would work. Mann was going to be liaising with Gibbs' team on this investigation, she's be around a lot – how difficult could it be to take her out somehow? Smiling in satisfaction, NCIS Director Shepard reclined back in her chair, picked up her pen, and began to write.