A/N: here is a NCIS fic that refuses to leave me alone. So here goes nothing.
Anthony DiNozzo flipped open the phone lying next to Director Shepard's body.
"Jen…Jen," Gibbs' voice from the other end of the phone was a tone Tony had rarely heard in his boss' voice, that of fear.
"Boss," He was barely able to say anything and was glad he had managed to say that simple word.
"Tony, I have a pulse," Ziva said.
"Boss, I gotta go," Without waiting for a reply Tony hung up.
"DiNozzo…DiNozzo…Tony, answer me!" Gibbs screamed. Getting no answer he slammed the phone shut and dialed Ziva's number who also failed to pick up. What is so damn important? He asked himself, hoping to God Jenny was okay.
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A nurse approached Tony and Ziva in the waiting room of the hospital, "Agents DiNozzo, David, Director Shepard died in surgery. I am sorry for your loss."
Ziva was shocked, when she had checked the pulse it was strong, or at least had seemed strong. She almost felt like crying, though she refused to do so in front of Tony. She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
"So," DiNozzo started, "Which one of us is gonna tell Gibbs, keeping in mind that whoever does won't be coming to work in the morning." Tony tried the cocky grin he so often had on his face, hoping to mask the pain beneath. On anyone else it would have worked, but Ziva knew him too well. He let the grin fall away. He couldn't hide from Ziva, and couldn't feel like he needed to. "We should get back to the hotel, call Gibbs and get some rest."
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8 months later.
"Get your gear. We're headed to Bethesda." Gibbs announced walking into the bullpen at NCIS.
Tony, Ziva, and McGee looked up. "What happened?" Tony asked unlocking his desk and pulling out his gun.
"Dead Navy officer."
Tony could have guessed as much. He was hoping for some more details. He didn't say anything though; Gibbs was not one for details.
Gibbs pulled a set of keys out of his desk. "DiNozzo-"
"The car, right boss." Tony finished for him catching the keys Gibbs had thrown at him.
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Tony slammed the door of the car shut and followed Gibbs toward the body, leaving Ziva and McGee to unload the gear.
"Why must he do this?" Ziva asked, pulling two cases out of the back.
"Because he's Tony," McGee replied.
Ziva shrugged. "You are probably right."
Tony was interviewing a Petty Officer Robert Grayson, the man who had found the body. "Didn't touch him at all," Robert Grayson was saying, "Soon as I saw the body I called you."
"Do you know him?" Tony asked.
"No, sir."
"Thank you," Tony said, flipping his notepad closed and walking over to Gibbs. Gibbs was opening a wallet he had found on the body. It contained three credit cards two hundred dollars in cash, but no I.D.
"Ducky here yet?" Gibbs asked.
"Not yet," McGee answered him and Ziva just now making it over to the body.
"Probably let Palmer drive again," Tony said.
As soon as Tony had finished Ducky pulled up. "Sorry I'm late Jethro," he said climbing out.
"Palmer got ya lost?" Tony guessed.
"No, I did not," Palmer replied, "Traffic was bad along Connecticut."
"What have we got Jethro?" Ducky asked.
"Dressed like a Petty Officer, but we've got no I.D." Gibbs answered. He left Ducky to his work and started walking around their crime scene.
About a minute later Ducky called to him, "Jethro."
"Find somethin' Duck?"
Ducky handed him a sheet of paper with a phone number written across it. "Area code's not from anywhere around here."
"Give me a number and I could trace it, get you a name." McGee suggested.
Gibbs did not answer him, but pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number.
"Or you could of course just call it."
The call went to voice mail. "This is Captain Christopher Almaden of the Dayton Ohio Police Department, leave me a name and number and I will get back to you."
Gibbs left his name and number, said his call was pertaining to an open case he was investigating and shut the phone again. "No answer," He said. "Dayton?" he muttered to himself as his team continued their investigation. "Could he be connected at all to…but Dayton's too big of a city to know, right?"
McGee stopped what he was doing. Gibbs muttering to himself like this was something McGee had never seen before. He wondered what exactly a phone number that went to voicemail could tell Gibbs something that had him doing this.
The answer was simple. Dayton, Ohio was Jenny Shepard's home town.
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A/N: Okay, there ya have it. Please tell me if they ever mention Jenny's home town, because it's just my luck one of the like five episodes I haven't seen would mention that.