TITLE: A SECOND CHANCE

SUMMARY: Jennifer Shepard entered the diner, knowing that she was going to die. No regrets. Yet she wished for a second chance. And she got it. She came into another existence, an existence as Special Agent Jennifer Shepard, someone very similar to Gibbs. JIBBS AU


Hey everybody! A new story I've started, and hope to finish. This story is almost like a rewrite of season 3-5, except our fave duo Jenny and Gibbs have swapped positions. Episodes will be selected, and the Jibbs element focussed on.

There will be several new elements to each person's personality, Special Agent Jennifer Shepard is more tom-boyish and hard, while as Director Gibbs is more gentlemanly and loves 'monkey suits'. So yes, if you are asking, it will be a little OOC.

Some characters may have changed slightly, switched genders to suit the roles.

The prologue will start with Judgement day, while the next chapter will start with Kill Ari.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.


PROLOGUE: DYING

Director Jennifer Shepard calmly paced the room, Mike Franks sitting there, near her, calm as well.

They were in an old diner, dark and abandoned for years. Light streamed in through the small gaps in the windows' grimy blinds, the room gloomy, oppresing.

"There's tea," Jenny stated carelessly, as if to end the silence which had unconciously fallen on them. Franks therefore decided to go outside to fill a jug with water.

Jenny sat in the diner, a strange emptiness filling the void of her heart. She knew she would die, it was only a matter of time before the gunmen she had waited for, for so long, walked in through the doors, and her trusty-worthy gun would take them all out, while one of them would shoot the fatal shot.

She was going to die, sooner or later, from the disease, so she might as well die then, die for someone she had secretly cared for, for so many years. Go down with guns blazing. She might as well tie up loose ends that had existed for too many years.

How convenient that Franks should leave just then.

She had no regrets about committing something now that could be equalled to suicide.

She whipped out her trusty Sig, knowing the gunmen had just arrived.

Suddenly, she made a wish, a wish that she could have a second chance. A second chance to redo something, something that she couldn't put her finger on. She pushed out that thought hurriedly as the gunmen burst through the door.

The gunshots fired out.

The last man managed to shoot a kill shot, which she didn't bother avoid. She fell, and so did he, their heads colliding against the floor.

She felt herself slipping into nothingness, into oblivion. The sweetness of the white expanse spread out in front of her.

I want a second chance, a second chance to fall in love.


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