Hi there. My name is Sneakyflea. I have read quite a bit of stories, but never had the guts to try writing one until now. Please let me know what you think. This story is AU as Jenny is still alive (I have nothing against Vance, I just prefer JIBBS), this story will also contain dark themes so be warned. I do not own NCIS, I just hurt them.
The man walked down the passage lined with small cages. Each cage contained a newly created dog. These dogs used to be humans, but not anymore. He gazed at the men standing on all fours. Some were looking out the cage, some were eating and others were crying while they gave up hope.
The last cage on the right hand side was the new addition. The man/dog were hard to break, but well worth it in the end. The dog was laying in his bed after the last session tired him out. His training is now complete.
"I look forward to using you before I sell you." The dark haired man said. The dog looked up. The fire in his eyes long since gone and the iris' had a new dull colour.
"Your friends stopped looking for you a while ago. You are never going to see the light of day again without a collar and a leash. You are now my pretty dog. Get some rest- you'll need it in the morning." With a laugh the man left.
Silence once again fell over the cages, only to be broken by a low whimper or groan. Six men – no longer being treated as such, six men who will probably never be normal again, all trying to accept their fate.
The last cage on the right held the most interesting dog of them all. He slept fitfully, dreaming of a life he wanted to go back to. He dreamed of a black haired woman, with green eyes. Two men, both brown haired, green eyed, but he just couldn't remember their names. Another woman with a darker skin than himself with brown eyes. Who were all these people he was dreaming about? Did he know them before ending up in this hell? As other faces swam around in the man's unconscious, he slept on. Not knowing about the sadness, fear and hopelessness surrounding the search for the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Somewhere across the ocean a group of people was standing in the bullpen of NCIS listening with sadness to the director. Jenny Shepherd had had to do quite a few horrible things during her career, but nothing as bad as this.
"I'm sorry guys, but I have no choice." She was saying to the group in front of her. Their reactions was expected. Anthony Dinozzo was angry, Timothy Mcgee just shocked with frustration just under the surface, Abby Scuito was crying on the shoulder of Ducky. He was sad as well, but slightly more composed than Abby. Ziva couldn't contain it any longer, she walked to the wall and with one mighty punch took out her anger.
"Why?" Jimmy Palmer was the only one who voiced the question everyone was thinking.
"They say we wasted enough time. That if we couldn't find him in the last three months, then we won't find him again. The case will remain open, but as a cold case. You can still work it, but only when there are no other cases." With that she left, leaving a stunned group of people behind. She had one more phone call to make – one more day to ruin.
As she sat down behind her desk, she looked at the new addition on her desk. It was a photo of Gibbs Abby had taken without his knowledge. He was smiling at something Jenny had said.
"Oh, Jethro, where are you?"