Forever and Always

AN- Hey! It's me again! This is My first NCIS fanfic! Story Contains McAbby, Jibbs and maybe Tiva coupling. Third person POV. Italics are flashbacks

Disclaimer-I don't own NCIS, if I did Kate and Jen would still be alive. Not that I don't like Ziva.

Silence speaks louder

Leroy Jethro Gibbs loved silence. He loved the late nights he spent working on his boat, when the only sound he could hear was his breath and the scratch of the sandpaper against the smooth timber. Some people drowned their sorrows in alcohol, Gibbs built boats. Gibbs' house was always shrouded with an eerie silence. The old house reminded him of Shannon and Kelly. He remembered when Kelly played the piano and Shannon would sing with her.

"Daddy what do you want me to play?" He shrugged his shoulders and the little girl sighed, obviously disappointed with her dad's answer. She turned to her mom. "What do you want me to play?" The red haired lady hummed a tune and the girl began to play it on the piano.

"Do you remember this song Jethro?" Shannon's hands intertwined with Gibbs.

"Of course, it's our wedding song." Gibbs' smile lit up the whole room. Shannon laughed brightly and let herself be swept away by her husband. He placed a kiss lightly on her lips and she laughed again. He loved the sound of her laugh.

The old Marine remembered those days and hummed softly, the tune that Kelly had played on the piano so long ago. He took another sip of bourbon before resuming work on his boat. He missed them so much. After they died he became obsessed with trying to find a replacement for them, something or someone to fill the void in his heart. Three ex wives later he finally found what he was looking for. Jennifer Shepard was everything Leroy Jethro Gibbs wanted. She understood him and listened to him. Gibbs was more than happy to oblige when he was asked to take the 'Probie' agent under his wing.

"Watch it with this one Gibbs; her bite is definitely worse than her bark." He laughed off their comments. How bad could she be? After all he was a Marine sniper. Little did he know…

"Hello Agent Gibbs," She said the name spitefully "I'm Jennifer Shepard but you can call me Jenny, everyone else does." She paused when he didn't say anything she continued. "I don't need help from you .I'm…" He cut her off.

"Like hell you don't need help." The fiery red head was shocked by the statement."Rule numbers 8- never take anything for granted." Jenny laughed.

"Do you have a rule for everything?" He glared at her sharply. "I'm sorry."

"Never apologize it's a sign of weakness, that's rule number 5."

"Yes sir!" It was Gibbs' turn to laugh now.

"You can call me Jethro, Jen."

A phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. Who would be calling him at 0155? He glanced down at his phone. University Hospital popped up on the caller ID. Gibbs always hated hospitals; nothing was there except bad news and even worse luck. He picked up reluctantly.

"Gibbs."

"Um, yes, Mr. Gibbs, it says hear that you are listed as Miss. Abigail Sciuto's emergency contact. She's here and…"

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." He hung up the phone and quickly got into his car.

The drive to the hospital was short. He rushed into the emergency room and stopped at the receptionist.

"I'm here for Abby Sciuto. Sierra Charlie India Uniform Tango Oscar." The receptionist calmly typed the name into the computer completely oblivious to Gibbs' language.

"Ah, you must be Gibbs, room 338, down the hall; make a right, then a left, the third door on the right." He nodded at her and then made his way through the corridors of the quiet hospital. His only thoughts were: What happened to Abby and was she okay? He reached room 338 and looked in. Abby was lying on the bed, black hair dangling limply on her shoulders, cuts and bruises covered most of her body. Numerous IV drips were attached to her arms, and her breathing was shallow.

She looked up; her eyes had lost their usual perkiness. Gibbs walked over to her bed and sat down on the chair at the foot of her bed. He scoffed lightly.

"Wow Abbs, you look like hell." She turned her head so she wasn't looking. He moved to the other end of the bed so she was looking at him. "I'm sorry Abby I didn't mean anything by it." She signed back at him.

"I know, where's McGee I need to talk to Timmy."

Gibbs nodded, "I'll call him." Gibbs quickly walked out of the room. He dialed Timothy McGee's number on his cell phone. The phone rang twice before he answered.

"Boss?" McGee asked clearly confused. He could hear beeps and various sound effects coming from the background. He could also hear the clicks of a keyboard and assumed that McGee was playing one of his fantasy role-playing games.

"Yeah Elf Lord, I'm at University Hospital with Abby…"

"Abby? What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"

"McGee!" Gibbs barked, he took a deep breath before continuing, "I don't know what's wrong, she won't talk to me, she insisted she talk to you."

"Ok, be there is a couple of minutes." He hung up. After putting his cell phone in his pocket he walked back into Abby's room. A nurse was checking up on Abby's condition. Gibbs' got Abby's attention and then signed to her.

"Abbs, you can tell me anything, you know that?" She nodded. "You have to talk to someone about what happened. I want to help you." She signed back.

"I want to talk to Tim; I'll only talk to Timmy." Gibbs found it a waste of breath to argue with Abby so he walked out of the room and tried to find the doctor in charge of Abby. He finally found the doctor at the desk at the end of hallway. Her nametag read 'Dr. Marie Jones.' She had short blonde hair and storm gray eyes. Gibbs tapped on the top of her desk to get her attention. She looked up at him and got up from her chair.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

"Yes, I'm Leroy Jethro Gibbs and I'm here for Abigail Sciuto, in room 338."

"Oh, the Goth girl, she a patient I won't soon forget." She moved papers around her desk until she picked up on with Abby's named printed neatly on the front.

"Miss. Sciuto was found in a back alley of a club in Bethesda. A Good Samaritan by the name of Josh Michaels called her in. He found her beaten in the alley when he went to throw out garbage from the club. He said she had no clothes on and was barely breathing. The ambulance picked her up at 1:30 and dropped her here at 1:45. We ran a rape kit and Miss. Sciuto came back positive for foreign semen material." Dr. Jones brought out a photograph. "This name was carved into her stomach. Does it mean anything to you?" Gibbs took one look at the picture.

"That bastard…"