Author's Note: My sincerest apologies on the length of this chapter. I promised myself that I'd never write such a short chapter, but the cliff hanger just popped up out of nowhere. Thanks to my beta 4luv4evr428 for editing this. The characters of NCIS clearly aren't mine since Jenny has been dead for years and hasn't yet returned. This story fixes that.
Gibbs and his wife Jen were enjoying a relaxing Saturday evening at home making dinner together when he heard his phone ring. Taking it out of his pocket, he looked at the caller ID before answering. Seeing it was Ducky, he skipped his customary greeting for something more personal, "Hey, Duck".
Gibbs knew immediately something was wrong when Ducky took a second to respond. "Jethro... I need you in my autopsy immediately..."
"Whatcha got Duck?" Gibbs asked, puzzled at his friend's behavior.
"Just get over here Jethro. I'll explain then," Ducky avoided his question.
"I'm on my way," Jethro replied.
"Oh, and Jethro," Ducky said quickly before he could hang up, "Bring Jennifer with you."
"Why Jenny?" Gibbs was really confused now, the Director didn't often get involved directly in cases, although Gibbs was just assuming this had something to do with a case since Ducky was being so tight lipped.
"Jethro, this is not something I wish to discuss over the phone. I promise you'll understand when you get here."
"We'll be right there," Gibbs relented, frustrated that Ducky wouldn't give him any information.
Jen looked at her husband confused, "What did Ducky want?"
Gibbs shrugged, "He didn't say, he just said he needs us both in autopsy immediately."
"Well, then let's go." Jenny said in an attempted light hearted tone, but she had a feeling that this couldn't be good.