Jethro nodded to Tony, and Tony kicked opened the door roughly. Jethro ran in gun drawn followed by Ziva, Tony, McGee, and Jen.

It wasn't unnatural for Jen to come along. It was something she did often for a list of reasons. This time she had come along because NCIS was down on manpower and needed all the men or in this case women they muster, that's what she said, but she really came along because she loved being on the job with Jethro. It reminded her of the good old days.

Jethro, Paris, the good old times, it felt like ages ago to the both of them but some things you just never forget no matter how long ago it was.

McGee nodded to Jethro, "Kitchen's clear." Tony strode in with his gun down. "Bedroom's empty," he scowled confused. On one heel Jethro turned and stealthily walked into the living room raising his gun.

The team followed him to back him up. Jen stayed behind to watched the door. After which Tony, McGee, and Ziva went out the window and onto the catwalk. Tony and Ziva decided to check the fire escape and McGee went to check with the neighbors.

Jethro strode back through the long hallway and back in to the living room making his way to the door for Jen. As if it couldn't have been at a worse time Jethro heard a gunshot.

He ran into the living room just in time to see Jeff Tresser, the man they were looking for, pull the trigger a second and a third time at Jen. The last shot came from Tony who shot the perp. directly through the back of his head. He fell to the ground like a paperweight. He starred down at the man.

Jethro looked at Jen with his mouth open, almost on the verge of breaking into tears. For a split second her eye found his and their eyes locked. He watched her hit the ground. It was like he was paralyzed and couldn't move.

She was holding her left side. His knees felt weak.

Jethro threw his jacket off. But he did it in manner that could only be compared to a mad stripper continuing to do their job on their pole. He ran as fast as he could over to Jenny, putting his jacket on her two bullet wounds on her left side.

He put his palm on her cheek. His hands were shaky, and he hoped she couldn't fell it shaking. The last time he had his hand on her face was almost ten years ago. In pain she looked up at him. Something about the way he touched her told her how he felt about her, still. Even in the state she was in.

Meanwhile, Tony was calling EMS. He spoke loudly and walked into the corner of the room. "Hello? Yes this is special Agent Tony DiNizzo… I need an ambulance and quick… What? Is that even possible?…. What the hell do you mean there's no vehicles?… Not one?..." Angrily he hung up the phone. Ziva and McGee ran in just as he was about to speak. Ziva covered her mouth with her hand, and her other hand moved to Tony's arm in a passionate manner.

"Boss," Tony said causing Jethro to flinch. "There's no one available right now." As Tony said it his voice cracked. Jethro tore his eyes away from Jen and looked up at Tony, the hurt expression visible on his features.

Jethro nodded softly. All in a matter of seconds Jethro leaned down and put his face and chin on Jen's shoulder and picked her up easily. McGee thought to himself, is he really going to carry her? "Jen keep the pressure on your bullet wounds."

He began walking passed McGee and out the door, "I know Jethro." The way she said it almost made him laugh.

This was the closest they had been since Paris. Jethro headed for the stairs. They were only two stories up. Once he reached the stairs he heard Tony behind him, "We're right behind you Boss."

Thank god for Tony, he was like a son to Jethro, and even though Jethro never told him Tony knew it.

About halfway down the first flight of stairs Jethro felt Jen put her arms around his neck. "Ouch, dammit Jethro you run hard." He felt her run her hand through the hair on the back of his head lightly but decided to not mention it.

She winced in pain, and Jethro tried to run smoother as he made it to the second flight of stairs.

Jethro was getting blood on his white polo and pants but didn't notice; even if he did he wouldn't have cared.

Ziva ran ahead of Jethro and opened the door for Jethro. He nodded to her gratefully. Just as he reached his car he looked down at Jen, she was unconscious. "Shit," he said to himself.

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So, ideas for next chapter? What do you think I should do? To be honest I've written better. But I like this story so I'm gonna continue doing it. JIBBBBS!!!! lol. I need ideas tho. Seriously Reviews are love and ideas are well…. the best thing on earth. Tehe. Thank you so much. And special thanks to Johnna, my best friend. Without you I wouldn't be alive. I luv you DANi.