I decided I'm going to take this story from a new angle... Post Judgment day- Jen's alive. Although struggling with some minor problems such as recovering little bits and pieces of some blanks in her memory. This will be further explained in a later chapter, so don't fret if you're a little confused~! You'll understand soon enough.
First chapter is short- second chapter will be longer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing (Except Jay, he's my own creation... Yaay for OC's.) But really, NCIS isn't mine- clearly. If ... If it was, Jen wouldn't be dead.
Today, it was particularly cold outside. Sure, that's to be expected when one is sitting out in a park in Washington, D.C. in the middle of February, but it was still irritating enough to make this woman hug her jacket a little closer from the cool wind. "Jay, stay where I can see you, please." She called, watching a young boy around the age of eleven play a few meters away with his dog.
Bright blue eyes were turned on the woman, and the boy gave an enthusiastic nod to her. "Kay, mom." He replied with a nonchalant wave, going back to wrestling with the dog that was almost the same size as him. He took a moment, gently pushing the dog off of him to watch his mother for a few moments. As young as he was, he took care of his mother as much as she took care of him, and he was always wary about watching her to check if she was in any obvious pain. Apparently being shot in the shoulder was a long term thing. He got up when he saw a group of people jogging down the walkway and picked up his dog's leash, walking back over to the bench where his mother was sitting. "Mom, do they do this every day?" He asked, looking up at her.
The woman glanced at him, smiling a little. "Probably," She indicated their sweatshirts that all said 'NAVY' on them, "Marines. This is just part of their daily life. Training. They have to stay strong so they can do a good job protecting us all." She reached over and tugged his hat down over his ears gently.
He ducked away from her touch and watched the group run past. "I wanna be a marine, one day." He said thoughtfully. "Okay .. Maybe. I wonder if they just have something where they have people doing computer stuff.." He wondered aloud.
She laughed softly, "Of course they do. There's always tech people- You really want to do something like that?" She asked, particularly fond of his way of thinking.
"Well, yeah. I think it would be fun! Serving the country- and everyone respects them, too. I bet their techies don't get made fun of all the timeā¦" he made a face and reached over to pet his dog.
"You've still got a few years yet, but I think you should stick to that, Jay. It sounds like a good idea for everyone." She assured him, standing up. "Okay. Are you guys worn out yet? Cause I'm freezing my butt off. I want to go home." She laughed softly, holding out her hand to her son.
He took her hand and shrugged, walking with her back toward the park exit but her sudden flinch made him worry. "Mom?"
The woman's eyes were trained on three vehicles. "Jasper, this way." She said quietly, gently pulling him toward their car. "Get in the car." She demanded gently, keeping an eye on the vehicles. There were two trucks marked NCIS and a black sedan. She stood next to the driver side of her own vehicle, listening intently behind her to make sure her son and his dog were in the vehicle before she pulled her own door open. She continued watching intently as four team members all managed their way out of the vehicles.
A young woman, two men who seemed to be bickering, the two medical examiners, and the one who seemed to be the leader of the team. She knew that man, she knew him very well. His name rang loudly in her mind. She flinched when that man looked her way and she felt her blood run cold. How could she have been stupid enough to stand there and watch them? She should have got into her car and left the moment she'd seen the van marked NCIS. Already, he was advancing. She was screwed now.
She risked looking over her shoulder, praying that there was someone else here that he would be going after. Nope. She was the only one standing in the parking lot among the few cars there. She noticed he was looking at her as though he didn't believe she was there and she frowned, glaring at him. The glare made him stop, and slowly she shook her head, indicating he shouldn't take another step. Without so much as another glance in his direction, she got into her car and started the engine. She looked over at her son and smiled, "You ready to go?" She asked, glancing in the back seat to make sure the dog was settled back there too.
Jay nodded, "Yeah, Are you okay mom? You look like you're gonna be sick, or something. Is it your shoulder?"
She smiled and shook her head, "I'm fine, Jay." She pulled on her seatbelt carefully, quite obviously favoring her left arm. "Just saw someone I thought I knew. That's all."
"Did you know them? When you were the director?" He asked hesitantly as he put on his own seatbelt and got comfortable while she pulled out of the parking lot.
"That was a long time ago, Jay." She said stiffly, staring out the windshield intently. She put on a pair of sunglasses and sighed, resting her right hand a little lower on the steering wheel. "Long time ago. I probably don't know anyone from there anymore." She was clearly bringing this conversation to a halt right then and there.
