She woke up in a bed.
The problem was it was not her bed.
She could not remember much about the previous night. She wondered where she was, how drunk she might have gotten to go over someone's house. Looking beside her she noticed she was alone.
She went to brush a stand of hair from her face but noticed she could not move her arms at all. Then it all came back. Leaving work, driving, getting tied up. The rape, how painful it was and how she attempted to struggle. How she tried to pretend it was somebody else. Somebody gentle and calm. But it was hard to do so when she saw him and hurt to his touch.
Jethro Gibbs looked at Kate Todd and then to Tony DiNozzo. They were both consumed with paperwork. Special Agent McGee was struggling to remove a killer virus Abby had bet him he couldn't remove. He mumbled different things as he went along. Gibbs eyes then moved off of McGee over to the mossad officer Ziva David. After Ari had attempted to kill Kate and him, Ziva ended her brother's life. Jenny liked her as a friend and as an agent and assigned her to NCIS.
Tony was trapped between two women, although Gibbs was pretty sure he thought of Kate as a little sister. He thought of the four of them to be his children. Ziva was carefully cleaning her weapons and sharpening her knives. Her eyes darted at every movement. Ziva was dangerous-yes but easy to trust.
On the other hand Kate was different. She wasn't nearly as scary as Ziva. She was more casual. She enjoyed "girl talk" and drawing. She could be a bad A when she wanted to but she was more relaxed. At last Kate sighed and looked up from her assignment.
"Has anyone seen the Director today?" she asked.
She was beginning to worry about Jenny's where bouts. Tony shook his head and McGee ignored the question completely. Ziva however, took much interest.
"Has she ever been this late before Gibbs?" she asked. Gibbs shook his head. Kate and Ziva flashed each other another look before deciding what to do.
"I'll call her" Ziva said grabbing her cell phone.
Kate nodded.
After a few rings she heard Ziva leave a message.
"I'll try" Kate said becoming more nervous by the second. She might not be a Mossad spy like Ziva but both women could tell when something was wrong. Especially with another woman. Kate frowned when she heard the voice mail chick. She left a short message and hung up.
"This isn't normal Gibbs. She's not picking up" Kate said.
He held up his finger letting them know to wait a moment as he took out his own cell phone .
"Hey Stan did you ride Jen to work this morning?" he asked.
"No sir. Shepard never came home last night. I figured she just got lucky. Is she not in work today?
Gibbs hung up and immediately called
"Hello? Jethro?" came a weak, scared voice.
"Hey Jen" he said calmly as if his heart wasn't beating over a thousand beats a second. He had never heard her sound so... broken. "Need a ride to work?"
He heard her begin to cry into the phone. It was a silenced cry that she was attempting to hide.
"I need a few agents. I am at a crime scene" she said. He motioned to McGee to track her cellphone.
He nodded. "Where are you Jen?" Silence.
"Jen? Jenny?.. Hey Jen!?" he called through.
She replied shortly. "I am at 1256 Lander Hood Road." she said and hung up.
Gibbs nodded to Kate and Ziva and Tony as they all stood up. "She is at a crime scene" he said. Right as he did so he got a text message.
'Jethro' it read. 'An agency director was raped and nearly killed along with 3 civilians. Susana Finley, Liza Tamui, and Brea Lynn. The director survived and is in her way to the hospital to take a rape test. I will call u later. Tell Ziva 'Ha-isha sovelet mike'evim.'. ttyl.'
Gibbs stared at the last word.
"What is a tutle? he said attempting to pronounce the word typed and a little afraid he didn't want to know the answer.
"How is it spelled?" Kate asked.
"T-T-Y-L" he spelled.
Ziva and Kate flashed each other a grin. Tony bit his lip to keel from laughing. "It's an acronym boss it means talk to you later." McGee explained.
He attempted to pronounce the Hebrew to Ziva but was so unsuccessful she ended up reading it herself.
"Woman in pain" she said, questioningly.
They all stared at each other as the story slowly fell in place.
A/N: I got a wonderful review from a guest which I really appreciated. Many people followed which means I must be doing okay. I think the song for this one is "Wish you were here" by Avril Lavigne. Praying for Sandy Hook Elementary School. 2 reviews required for the next one. 143!
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