AN: I do not own anything, unfortunately.

Wow, Thank you all so much for the wonderful feedback, this is my first NCIS story so I was really excited with the reaction I got from everyone. I owe a HUGE thanks to my awesome beta reader Sacha, Thanks so much again girl, you rock! Anyways, I am sorry about the long wait for an update, my computer crashed and I lost everything! No worries, Everything is up and running so the next update won't take nearly as long as this.

As always please, Read, Review, and Enjoy!

-C

The sound of monitors beeping and a bright light shining down on her made Jenny groan and pull the hospital pillow over her face. She muttered a few un-ladylike curses under her breath after realizing she was in a hospital, and her body was aching.

Jenny slowly pulled the pillow from her face and allowed her eyes to adjust to the bright lights. She bit her lip, suppressing her groan of pain as she sat up. She opened her dry mouth to call for a nurse passing by but snapped it shut when a blonde nurse with a wide smile walked through the door.

"Good Morning Mrs. Sheppard!" The blonde said with a bubbly voice that made Jenny cringe. "How are you feeling?"

Rolling her eyes at the nurse she replied: "It's Miss Sheppard and I feel like I've been shot…in the chest…twice."

"Oh my, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" The nurse said in a sickeningly sweet voice while smiling down at her. Jenny wanted to punch the girl but held back for 2 reasons: 1) she'd just been shot in the chest…twice and 2) she knew the nurse was only trying to do her job.

"Can I get some water?" She asked after clearing her throat.

"Oh silly me, of course you would want water. Now that you're awake I will go get your pain meds, and let that hot boyfriend of yours know that you're awake."

The nurse was halfway out the door when Jenny stopped her.

"Boyfriend?" She asked, confused.

"Yeah, you know that hot older guy with the pretty eyes. He has been here since you were brought in, he looked pretty shaken up over the whole you-getting-shot ordeal. Anyways, I'll be back in a few, oh and my names Betty by the way!"

With a smile and a wink Betty walked out of the room leaving Jenny to ponder what the bubbly nurse said. After two minutes she was beginning to doze off from pure exhaustion when she heard the heavy breathing of Gibbs in the room with her.

"Jethro." She said smiling slightly and inhaling deeply, the smell of fresh coffee invading her senses.

"Jen." Gibbs said softy as he offered her one of the Styrofoam cups of Jamaican blend.

"Thank you." Jenny grabbed for the cup with eagerness and slowly took a long drink, savoring the way the warm liquid made its way down her throat. She made a small moan and licked her lips before taking another sip.

She could feel Gibbs watching her intently, no doubt remembering a time when she used to moan from him, instead of the taste of coffee. Jenny cleared her throat and looked up at him, hiding a smirk.

"Do you remember who did this to you Jen?"

Jenny bit her lip and closed her eyes, memories of the previous hours flashing before her in a blur. She flinched and nodded, attempting to avoid the curious eyes of her ex lover.

"Okay, Jethro before you start yelling at me, just let me tell you the story from the beginning. I'll explain everything."

Gibbs said nothing and sat down in the chair on the left side of her bed. His eyes were boring into her as he waited for her to start.

"A few months ago, back in April, I was asked out by this big shot defense attorney, Drew Lansing. I went out to dinner with him once, right off the bat I knew something was up with the guy. He was a creep, he spent the entire night telling me about this serial killer that he represented who raped and killed women who had red hair."

She paused and took a drink of coffee, never breaking eye contact with Gibbs.

"After dinner he asked for a nightcap, of course I declined and let him know that we would not be seeing each other again. He seemed to be fine with that and I didn't think about him again after that. One week later I got a letter in the mail from a secret admirer. I recognized his handwriting because he wrote me his name and number on a napkin. The letter talked about how much he believed we belonged together and that he was the only one that could make me truly happy and so on. Honestly Jethro at the time, I thought he was just desperate. The desperation turned into obsession and every day I would get a new letter. He told me how nice I looked the day before and described what I was wearing. Seems he had been following me."

Jen paused again and stared at Gibbs, his jaw was clenched and his free hand was gripping the chair's arm rest so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

"This morning, I saw him following me while I was on my morning run. I stopped and confronted him, told him if he didn't leave me alone I would be forced to do something serious about it. He got on his knees and begged me to just talk to him. I told him to come to the NCIS headquarters and I would talk then. I figured there would be security everywhere and if he got out of hand I could have him arrested, how he got the gun inside the building is beyond me. But he did and the moment I let him into my office I knew I was in serious trouble. He started telling me this story about our future together and he didn't want to hurt me but it was for my own good. The last thing I remember is him saying that he loved me and would see me soon."

She finished and bit her lip, anticipating Gibbs' reaction, she had a feeling this was about to get ugly. Gibbs stood up from his chair angrily and in the process knocked it back, making a loud crashing sound as it hit one of the machines. He began pacing back and forth at the foot of her hospital bed, still silent.

"Jethro say something." Jenny whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me Jen?" His voice was quiet but the fury was evident in his tone, his eyes glared into her and at that moment Jenny fully understood what the expression 'if looks could kill' meant.

"Jethro, I wasn't about to come running to you because I was scared. I thought he was like all the others and that I could handle it, I never thought it would get this out of hand and-"

He interrupted her, his voice louder this time.

"But it did and now you're in the hospital with two bullet wounds!"

The old partners were staring harshly into each others eyes, locked in a full out glaring battle, neither of them willing to let up.

"Jethro, I know you're furious with me but please, just this once, let's not fight about this. I admit that I should've told someone because maybe if I did I wouldn't be lying in this hospital bed, but I didn't and I am and I need you to find the bastard before he does something worse."

Her voice was quiet and fragile; she blinked several times and allowed a tear to slowly run down her cheek.

Gibbs walked over to the side of her bed and looked down at her, his hand ached to reach out and wipe the tear away from her smooth skin and comfort her, he desperately wanted to tell her how he wouldn't let this bastard near her. Instead he placed a firm hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, hoping that he could provide an ounce of comfort without stepping over certain boundaries.

"I will find him Jen. I promise."

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"Abby, focus. We have to find anything that could lead us to the guy who shot the director." McGee said watching as the Goth searched through the directors desk drawers.

"I am McGee, maybe she has something here that could give us something to go on. Oh look at this!" Abby held up a package of thigh highs that she found in the same drawer that held her gun and badge.

"Abby!" McGee groaned, blushing at the director's choice in garments.

"These are really cute, remind me to ask her where she got those McGee, okay? Oh Timmy, look over there." Abby ran over to where Jenny usually kept her alcohol and picked up a pink rose with an envelope attached to it.

"Should we open it, I mean if it's not from the shooter than it's an invasion of her privacy and I don't think the Director would-" Tim started when Abby interrupted him.

"We won't know until we open it."

Abby opened the envelope carefully with her gloved hands; she unfolded the note and gasped.

Jenny, I'm sorry it had to come to this. I would never hurt you if it wasn't completely necessary. You can run all you want, but you can't hide from me. I will find you and we will be together. If I can't have you then no one can. I love you. -D

McGee and Abby looked at each other silently. Abby bit her lip, for once she had nothing to say, and McGee attempted to swallow the huge lump in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak when his cell began to ring.

"It's Gibbs." He whispered to Abby as he grabbed her hand.

"Boss, I think you need to see this."