Title: The Seven Worlds

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Inspiration: Buffy the vampire slayer, Charmed, Harry Potter, books by Tamora Pierce and Lene Kaaberboel, Van Helsing and all those sorts of books, TV-shows and movies ;)

Warning: If you are easily offended do not read. I'll connect actual events in history with the plot, which means I'll put a different meaning on some historic things.

Romantically pairings: Mainly Jibbs and House/Cuddy (Though the Huddy will be AU. There'll be two important characters based on House and Cuddy and with some of the same storylines from House, MD)

AN1: So I've been thinking about writing a story like this for ages, and now it's finally coming together. I've written the first couple of chapters, but before I decide to continue with it, I want to see if anybody is interested in this kind of story at all :)

Enjoy!

She couldn't believe it. It had to be a mistake. It was supposed to be over. Done with. Dealt with. Over she told herself. There had to be another explanation for the attack – a robbery, violence, hatred, something, anything, other than what she feared. But listening to Gibbs describing the crime scene only continued to prove her right. The pale bodies, the open eyes, the missing blood and last but not least the bite marks.

"Don't go! I'll be there in ten," she ordered and shut the phone. If she was right – a big if she hoped – she had to get there immediately. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. There was no reason to assume anything yet. Never assume always double-check; the voice of an old mentor rang in her head. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences. Aw screw it!

She hurried to her car, afraid of what could happen should this not be a coincidence.

When she arrived nothing seemed to have happened. The dead bodies were still dead – lying on the park grass while Tony was snatching pictures of the crime scene. Gibbs was talking to Ducky, and Ziva and McGee were interviewing the woman who had stumbled upon the dead people.

"I do believe, it hasn't even been an hour yet," Ducky said, taking the temperature of one of the victims. They both looked up when Jenny approached them. "Director", the good doctor greeted with a small nod.

"Wrap up the scene and take the bodies back to headquarters immediately", she said without a greeting. Her suspensions had been confirmed as soon as she stepped out of her vehicle. It was in the air. They had to get going. Soon. But why? She couldn't for the life of her figure out what had brought this attack on. It had been almost 10 years for goodness sake. 10 years! Why the hell couldn't they just let her have a life?

"What's wrong Jen?" Gibbs inquired, picking up on her nervousness. "You look like you've seen a ghost".

"Just get back to base as quick as humanely possible", she responded, her eyes never meeting his instead searching the area looking for anything unusual.

Gibbs looked questioningly at her, but was cut off before he got a chance to say anything. "We let the woman go home and sleep, but got her number in case we need her. One of the guys is taking her home…,"Ziva noticed their expressions. "Did I interrupt anything?" she asked.

"I need you to clean this scene quickly" Jenny answered tearing her eyes away from the area.

"The atmosphere?"

Jenny looked strangely at Ziva, wondering if the young woman could possible know anything. Then she remembered – Ziva was Jewish. That was possibly why.

"There is something about this place," Ziva explained. "Something in the air."

Jen nodded, "Indeed there is".

Wush

She heard something in the bushes and immediately turned around. "Get back to the van," her voice was low, but stern.

"Jen?"

"Now!" she glared at Gibbs, who looked curiously at her.

"What is it?", he asked, placing a hand on his gun. Ready if needed.

"Go!" she said. There was something in her voice, something that frightened the others. Her skin was paler than usual and her green eyes were darkened by fearful clouds.

"What's going on?" DiNozzo and McGee joined the group.

"Get in the car, now!" Jen repeated a tad more forcefully. Why the hell couldn't they just do as she said? Why drag it out?

Behind her Gibbs was becoming annoyed, "what the hell…", but before he could finish his sentence a man jumped out of the bushes.

And what a man. He was wearing nothing but black pants, showing his muscular chest. His skin was the most beautiful of bronze color, almost shimmering in the evening light. His black hair was a couple of inches long and tousled, making it looks like he'd just woken up. But what really captivated people about this man, what really made them stop and take a second look, was his eyes. They were completely black!

"You," Jenny gasped.

"Well, well, well," he said moving closer to the group, who had huddled together when they had seen the man. Something about him – his aura or the way that he carried himself, with an almost predatory glint in his eyes - was extremely intimidating.

Only Jen held her ground. She'd seen it coming, subconsciously knowing that it'd be him.

"If it isn't Tess," the man stared at Jenny, "or is it Jenny Shepard now?" he asked.

"What do you want, Sayan?" She practically spat, her harsh tone trying to disguise her nervousness.

"Now, now play nice, there is no reason for that tone", his lips curving into a nice resembling of a smirk.

"What do you want?" she repeated, her facial expressions not changing.

He shrugged, "the usual, but don't suppose you're up for that anymore?"

Jenny shut her eyes briefly, clearing her mind of the old memories that suddenly came back to her. Memories that were best left forgotten. "Why now?"

"Now is as good as ever"

She looked at him. Really looked at him. He hadn't changed one bit. He was still as handsome and sexy as ever. The years had done nothing to him, except for a 3 inch scar on his otherwise perfect chest.

He caught her looking at it, "Valcan" he replied gesturing towards the old battle wound.

"Is that his work too?" she pointed towards the bodies on the ground.

Sayan nodded. "You missed him by mere minutes".

"You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?" Jenny asked, but instead of the earlier harsh tone, her voice was now softer, the question asked more out of curiosity.

"Came to fight Valcan. He killed Morfis yesterday", he replied without emotion.

Her eyes went wide. "Morfis' dead?"

Sayan nodded. "A bit right in the heart… You look good," he then said, catching her completely off guard by the 180 degree turn in topic. "I liked it when your hair were a bit longer though, but I get why this look more bossy and intimidating", he smiled - the smile that had won him her heart many, many years ago.

"Don't do this," she pleaded.

"I missed you, Tess", he'd gotten so close that he could reach out and touch her cheek – which was exactly what he did.

Before the skin could make contact, Jenny took a step back. "Don't!" she warned, "Don't do this." Sayan bowed his head in acceptance.

"As you wish".

A movement in one of the dead bodies caused McGee to gaps. Jenny suddenly remembered that the team was still there along with the three dead guys. "Crap," she muttered. Her focus had been completely on Sayan, and for a few minutes she'd forgotten about everything around her. "Quick. Get the bodies in the van, don't worry about evidence, just pill them". Her eyes caught the sight of the senior agent. He was carefully watching her, probably had been through her whole exchange with Sayan. He looked shocked at her statement, opening his mouth ready to protest, but she silenced him with her hand. "For once just do it". Her eyes pleaded him, begging him not to make this difficult. Not now. He gave her a short nod and strode towards the team to help them gather the dead people.

Jenny shot a look at Sayan, silently asking him what the fuck she was supposed to do. "Contact Elisa and Gregorian", he said. She wanted to ask him why, ask what was going on, and why this was happening, but before she had a chance he'd jumped back into the bushes.

"Leave it, Ziva" Jen said when the young agent prepared to follow. She looked at the van where the bodies were lying in a big dog pile. Resolute she took the car keys from Gibbs and gave him hers. There should be enough time, but just in case she'd miscalculated she didn't want Gibbs and the team to be in the same car as the victims. "Meet me back at base in 10", with that she got into the van and drove off.

"Jen, would you explain to me, what the hell is going on?!" Gibbs growled at her as they moved the last body to autopsy.

"Later," she dismissed. "I need to take care of this first." Before he could protest again, she continued. "Ducky is your letter opener made of silver?"

"Why yes it is, but I..."

Jenny took the silver object from the desk and went to the first body lying on the steal table. The skin had gotten ever paler and dark marks were starting to form around the eyes. She lifted her hand.

"What are you doing?" Tony inquired. "You're not gonna…" before he could finish his sentence a flash of silver whirled trough the air and the letter opener bored into the lifeless victim's heart.

A piercing scream was heard from the doorway, bouncing of the cold autopsy walls. Abby had walked in just in time to see Jenny stab the body. The rest of the team was just staring, too stunned to actually act, still trying to comprehend what they'd just seen. "What is going on?" Abby asked in disbelief as she stepped further into the room. "Did you just…," she made some wild gestures towards the body.

"It needs to be done," Jen tried to explain, "otherwise…". A groan from the other table got everybody's undivided attention.

"Was it me," Tony asked alarmed, "or did that body – that dead body – just groan?"

"No", Ziva said looking fearful at the table, "I heard it too".

Everybody's eyes turned to Jen. She hurried to the other two tables and quickly stabbed both of them. Again, right through the heart.

"I think it's time you tell us exactly what is going on". Gibbs said staring at her in a way she'd never seen before.

She looked around, taking in all the frightened – though trying to hide it – faces that were watching her. She nodded, "be at my place in 20 minutes," she said and left the autopsy.

Jenny paced the confined space she called her study. This was bad. Really bad. Rationally thinking she knew she had to tell Gibbs and his team about her life. About whom she really was. There was no other way to explain what had happened this late evening. The truth. She'd have to tell them the truth. The whole truth. Or at least as much as they needed to know. But she'd never - never - told anybody about her identity, her mission, her fate. This was bad.

A ring on the doorbell ripped her away from her thoughts. She took a deep breath, it was now or never.

Outside the door stood everybody; Gibbs, Ducky, Ziva, McGee, Tony and of course Abby, all of them staring at her with a mix curiosity and caution, not knowing what to expect from all this.

"Come in", she gestured with her hand leading them to her study. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. "Well," she started feeling awkward, there really was no way of doing this the right way, "I'm going to show you something, a room," she elaborated. "But I ask of you not to touch anything, no matter how weird or interesting it looks." She looked around before settling her eyes on Tony, "okay?"

He gulped, but tried to hide it behind a smile, "no touching, got it".

She gave a small nod, moving to stand in front of one of the bookcases. She inhaled deeply, no turning back now. Like from a bad adventure movie, she went through the titles before she pressed one, The Seven Wonders of the World, and then it happened, the fireplace sunk in revealing a small staircase going down.

A collective gasp was heard, but nobody dared to say anything, afraid to break the spell that had settle on the group. "Follow me". They looked as Jenny descended the stairs, but nobody moved. Finally Gibbs rolled his eyes and went after his boss.

As each of them stepped into the chamber, they were surprised by the size and beauty of it. All eight of them could easily fit in there. A big, golden chandelier illuminated the room in a nice warm light, making up for the lack of windows. In the middle was a large font, like the ones in churches used for baptizing people. It was made of an almost black type of stone and was engraved with a complicated pattern that looked liked flowers from afar, but when you got closer you could see it was actual letters entwined in each other that decorated the font.

In front of it, was a big, white circle painted on the wooden floor. A six-pointed star filled the circle, all of the points reaching the perimeter. The walls were hidden behind bookcases loaded with books and glasses in all shape and colors, containing different things from around the world. A big table that looked like it was made in The Middle Ages was standing to the left of the entrance, covered with papers and documents written in a language none of team members could identify.

However, the most intriguing thing was the back wall. Weapon of all kinds and seizes were hanging on it; crossbows, handguns, bows and arrows, halberds, rifles, swords, a morningstar – weapons of all ages were represented in the collection, each of them beautiful in their own way.

"What is this?" Abby asked the first one to regain the ability to speak.

"This is my old office. Gather round", she said pointing towards the circle on the floor. "I don't even know where to start," she confessed. Seeing them, the team - Gibbs - here, in her old study, was so surreal.

"The beginning would be nice," Gibbs injected. She glared at him, if only it was that easy.

Jenny sighed. "Ok… Well… I want you to let me finish before you say anything. No matter how crazy I sound, please show the courtesy of letting me finish." When nobody said anything she continued. "The world, as you know it, doesn't exist. In fact earth is only one part of seven worlds". She stopped, letting her words sink in. Shepard could see the uncertainty in their eyes, their hesitation, wondering if she was jacking their chain. "The seven worlds are led by seven different creatures. Earth, or middle-earth as some call it, is ruled by mankind. Then there are three worlds accepting and even liking the existence of middle-earth. Falorina," she said holding up one finger, indicating this was the first, "is the land of the fairies and ruled by Queen Shilda." The looks she got from the group in front of her were varied to put it mildly. Abby was taking it all in and Ziva too was paying close attention. Tony on the other hand was trying very hard to stifle a laugh. The others had the courtesy to remain neutral. "Another one," she held up a second finger, "is lead by elves. It's the oldest monarchy in any of the seven worlds, the king and queen still descending from the first king and queen of Clover Hills. The last one is the world of magicians called elementiads. Different people possess different powers, but what they all have in common is the ability to control the elements."

This time Tony laughed out loud, unable to contain it any longer. However he was instantly silenced by a glare from the others.

"You promised", Jenny said, knowing that she sounded like a little girl. She looked around to gauge the rest of the group's reaction. Abby was the only one looking eager for her to continued, she exhaled, well one was better than none.

"The three other worlds aren't as accepting of middle-earth and each of them has tried more than once to conquer us. One world is populated by demons lead by Beluz. Demons are divided by a ranking system –there are different types of demons and depending on which type you are, you are either a high-ranked, empowered demon or one who just exist to help the others. Beluz is a Persuader, very high-ranked. A persuader has the ability to wrap people about their little finger. It's one who knows people and uses that information to talk them into doing what they'd like them to do, not that it is any difficulty. Common sense goes out the window once you're caught in the web of lies and persuasions of a Persuader. Another world is inhabited by vampires, who are living under their ruler, the first existing vampire, Count Dracula. The last world is the world of the werewolves. They are – believe it or not – living in a democracy, and have a president of sorts that is elected by the other wolves." Once more she let the words sink in, but was still met by disbelief.

"Sayan", Ziva said, "he was a werewolf, yes?"

Jenny gave a shot nod, a bit surprised that Ziva had been paying enough attention to make the connection. She was glad that her old friend seemed to take most of it in; even though the others still looked at her like she was speaking in a language none of them could understand. New approach.

"The three good worlds made an alliance called Pax at the beginning of all time, preventing them from bewaring one another and middle-earth. But the other three continually try to take over our world – mostly it's a power issue like everything else to do with war in this world. One person, or maybe more I actually don't know, is able to sense when and where these attack will occur. Elected by God knows who she is assigned to protect the human kind."

The team was still looking at her like she had completely lost it. Surprise, she thought sarcastically. Okay, switching tactic again.

"Ziva, may I borrow your necklace?" Ziva nodded and took it off placing it in Jenny's palm. "This is the Star of David, a symbol of the Jewish people; however, it is also a symbol of the seven worlds." She pointed at the star. "It's two triangles placed upon each other, creating seven parts. The middle represents middle-earth of that the name, and the other six the other worlds – one point for each."

A deep silence settle upon the group, but this time she felt like they'd actually heard what she said.

"It has become a sign for the Jewish people because they are The Protectors or The Chosen Ones, depending on who you ask. The Jews were originally assigned to protect and help the woman I was talking about – the one who is to save mankind."

"But," Ziva dared ask, "Who is this woman?"

Jenny sighed. There was no need to put off the inevitable. "She goes by the name Tess."

AN2: So that's the first part - there'll be another up during the weekend going a bit more into stuff Jenny's past and why Abby has a cross on her back. Reviews are (as always) appreciated since they make you want to write even more :)