Title: Lost
Author: Shaneequa
Disclaimer: I don't own this, some lucky person does.
Rating: T
Summary: Au. Post-Judgement Day. While investigating a dead marine, Gibbs and his team run into something they thought they had lost forever. Jibbs.
Author's Note: Thanks to Tori and Ms. Aly for helping me with this story (: Happy reading, and feedback?
Chapter 1
"Gear up!" Gibbs announced walking into the bullpen his team all just sitting in their respective desks though still fooling around. They all jumped into action taking their bag packs and rushing towards him who was already a few steps away from the elevator.
"Dead marine in Virginia," Gibbs told them while they all got in the blue government issued sedan making sure to buckle their seat belts because Gibbs was driving.
They pulled up to a suburban neighborhood ten minutes later finding nothing that seemed out of the ordinary there. Their crime scene had been taped off and the police department had already started their own version of investigation before Gibbs would arrive and take over from there.
"What do we have?" Gibbs asked the highest-ranking cop there. The man pulled out his notepad reciting the facts that they were able to find out about the dead marine. His name, his rank, the way the originally saw the crime scene as, etc.
"Ziva, Tony..."
"-- investigate the crime scene," Ziva cut him off, already walking through the chestnut colored door followed closely by Tony.
"McGee --"
"Get the computer, laptops and whatever I can find and go through them, yes boss."
Gibbs surveyed the surrounding one more time seeing an older large built lady come out of her house and walk straight to him with a tray of cookies in her arms. This was scary suburbia that was for sure.
"Hey there, I'm Mrs. Crenshaw," she introduced herself, her southern accent very thick. "Take some cookies."
"No thanks, Ma`am," Gibbs replied shaking his head. "But, I do need you to answer a couple of questions."
Gibbs knew that nosey neighbors -- such as Mrs. Crenshaw -- could be helpful with getting insight on the life of the victim. Well at least they had some use other than being annoying.
"Sure, what ya wanna know, Hun?" she asked him ready to answer any trivia question about anybody who lived in the 50 houses in her neighborhood.
"The man who lived here, what can you tell me about him?" Gibbs asked taking out his ancient note pad and a fountain pen someone had given him.
"Well, darlin' that man certainly kept to himself. Very private," she started pondering about the man who lived across the street. "He always comin' in and out in ungodly hours, its no wonder his woman only comes on the weekends when he don't work."
"A Woman? Do you know who she is -- her name?" Gibbs questioned.
"I can do you one better, darlin'," she answered turning a one-eighty and pointing at the house nearby. "That's where she lives, number 8872. Just moved in. She's new in town. "
"How new?" Gibbs asked already building a suspicion about the marine's girlfriend.
"Moved in a couple-a months ago," she answered him. "Very secretive too, didn't say nothing about where she was before movin' here. Like she part of some witness protection thing you feds got going."
Gibbs nodded, a familiar feeling stirring in his gut. But it was unlike the ones he usually feels. He had a special feeling for one woman, Jennifer Shepard and the twisting of his gut in regards to this woman was defiantly similar to the feeling he got almost a year ago when Jennifer Shepard had died in an old diner in the Mojave Desert in California.
"Name?"
"Genvieve Staton, he calls her 'Gen'," she replied.
Gibbs' stomach did another round of flops, but he wasn't sure if it was his gut or the fact that woman's name was similar to Jennifer's name. His Jen.
"Thanks for your help, Mrs. Crenshaw," Gibbs said taking out his business card. "If you remember any more, don't hesitate to call."
"No problem, Darlin'," she replied walking back into her house with her tray of cookies.
Gibbs looked at the direction of the house that Genvieve Staton supposedly lived; her silver SUV was parked in the driveway giving Gibbs an opening to do his interrogation of her then. He glanced at the dead Marine's house seeing his team still at work before walking the few yards over to 8872 Arbor Street and ringing the bell there.
"Just a minute!" a female voice called out in the distance. Gibbs stayed outside the door waiting patiently hearing the pitter-patter of feet closer and closer to the door. He heard the locks being opened before the door was pulled open, bracing himself to make him seem taller and more intimidating as he always was with suspects.
"Hi, may I help you?" Genvieve Staton asked him but all she got as Gibbs' jaw dropping open and a name that was muttered in between.
"Jenny?"
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