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Gibbs heard the dial tone ring through the phone. Mike's voice still rang in his ears. He had just arrived at LAX and was leaving the car rental place. He jumped into the rental and headed to the hospital that had come up on his phone.
He made it in record time, of course, his car never went below 85 mph. Gibbs entered the hospital and Mike met him at the door.
"What's going on Mike?" he asked, "Where's Jen?" His gut had been churning since DiNozzo had called him and it started churning more when he'd gotten the call from Mike.
Mike sighed. "They took her into surgery, Jethro. She had been shot three times," he said.
"What the hell happened, Mike?" Gibbs asked. He didn't miss the 'had' in the sentence.
"She's alive, but very close to death," Mike said. Gibbs looked down at his feet, silently praying that she would make it.
It was a couple minutes later when a doctor walked out to speak with Mike and Gibbs. The doctor looked to be in his late thirties or early forties with brown hair, blue eyes. He was about six two and two hundred pounds. He walked up to Gibbs and Mike.
"My name is Dr. Richard Matthews, I am the surgeon who worked on the woman," he said and looked at his charts.
"Her name is Jenny," said Gibbs. Dr. Matthews looked at Gibbs and nodded.
"Jenny. She had three GSWs, one in the arm and the shoulder, both of which were through and through and caused little damage, but it's the one to the gut that I was worried about most. When we opened her up, she had blood filling her abdomen. Her spleen was ruptured and the bullet nicked her liver. We were able to control the bleeding. We removed the spleen and stitch the nick on the liver. She's in a coma in CCU right now. Hopefully she will wake within the next few days, but the big thing is that we had CT scans done to check for brain trauma or bleeding and we found a tumor. Did either of you know about it?" Dr. Matthews reported. Gibbs and Mike both just looked at the doctor in astonishment and confusion. Gibbs looked at Mike who nodded to the doctor.
"Do you know when the initial diagnosis was made?" he asked. Gibbs looked over to the doctor.
"About two or three months ago," Gibbs replied. Mike looked at Gibbs incredulously. "Her primary doctor ran some test on her blood and some other stuff. Is she going to be okay?" he asked.
The doctor looked at Gibbs. "With the tumor, her chances will go down for survival. If we were to remove it, her survival chances would go up considerably, however, the tumor is in an impossible position and it may take more than one surgery to be sure that we have removed all of it. Plus, there is also a chance of brain damage," Dr. Matthews told the men.
Gibbs looked down at his feet as he absorbed the information he received. There was a chance that Jenny wouldn't survive and there was a chance she would, but would never be the same. Gibbs looked up at the doctor.
"Do whatever it takes to make sure she survives," Gibbs said in a firm voice. The doctor nodded and walked off. Gibbs collapsed in a chair and put his head in his hands.
Mike sat down next to him. He put a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. Gibbs looked up at Mike. The sadness in his cobalt eyes reached Mike as well as the worry that was etched on his face.
"Probie," Mike started, but Gibbs shook his head. He got up and left the waiting area.
Outside, Gibbs pulled out his phone and dialed Tony. It rang three times before an answer came.
"DiNozzo," Tony said.
"Tony, call Ducky and the others. Get them out here. We are going to need them here. We'll work the case from the Los Angeles field office," Gibbs ordered.
"On it boss," Tony replied, "Is Jenny okay?"
"I don't know. I really don't know," Gibbs replied solemnly, "Tell Ducky and Abby to come straight to Cedar Sinai hospital. Especially Ducky."
"Got it boss," Tony said and disconnected the call. Gibbs closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. He looked out at the hospital grounds, wondering if he was doing what Jenny would want him to do or what he wanted to do. He suddenly felt compelled to see Jenny. Somehow if he saw her his questions would be answered. He turned around and walked back into the hospital.
Tony disconnected the call with his boss and put the phone back into his pocket. He looked up at Ziva.
"Is Jenny okay?" Ziva asked trying to keep control of her emotions.
"I don't know," Tony replied. Ziva knitted her brows together.
"How do you not know?" Ziva asked.
"Gibbs didn't say anything about Jenny at first, but when I asked he told me that he didn't know if she will be," Tony replied, "All I know is I gotta call Ducky, Abby, and McGeek and get them here." Ziva nodded.
Tony picked up his cell and began to make calls. He was really worried about Jenny, but more so for his boss. He knew there was a connection between his boss and the director and it was strong. He didn't know what would happen to his boss had he lost the director or what his boss would do to him and Ziva for allowing this mess to happen. He just hoped Jenny would be okay and would make it through.
Across the country, Ducky's cell phone was ringing. Abby and McGee were in the squad room with him when his phone sounded.
"Who is it?" Abby asked. Ducky opened his phone and showed her the caller id. She reached for it, but Ducky pulled it out of her reach.
"It's for me," Ducky said. He put the phone to his ear, "Hello," he said.
"Ducky, Gibbs said for you, McGee and Abby to come out to L.A," Tony said.
"What's happened Anthony?" Ducky asked. Tony sighed on the other end.
"Jenny's been shot. It happened earlier today. Gibbs is at Cedar Sinai. He wants you and Abby there and McGee to help us find out who shot her," Tony said.
Ducky looked at the floor. "Oh dear. We'll be along soon," Ducky replied. They disconnected and Ducky turned to the agent and the scientist, a sullen look on his face.
"What's happened, Ducky?" Abby asked, worry etching her voice. She didn't like the looked that was on Ducky's face. Her stomach churned.
"Jenny's been injured," he said softly. Abby gasped and McGee looked like someone punched him in the gut. "Anthony and Ziva are fine, but we have been ordered to join them in L.A."
Abby felt tears trickle down her cheeks. "Is Jenny going to be okay? Did Tony say what exactly happened? How's Gibbs handling it? How could they let this happen? Where were they?" she prattled one question off after another.
"Abigail!" Ducky said firmly which caused Abby to become quiet. "Jethro wants us there. Timothy, you are to accompany Anthony and Ziva to work the case and bring this person to justice. Abby and I are going to Cedar Sinai hospital. Let's hurry," Ducky said hoping beyond hope that Jenny survives this unfortunate event with a low chance of survival.
Gibbs entered the waiting room again. He walked to the nurse at the nurses' station. She was typing up charts and other reports when she looked up to find him staring at her.
"Can I help you sir?" she asked.
"What room is Jenny Shepard in?" he asked. The nurse clacked a few keys and then a noise rang out to indicate that the room had been found.
"Room 247. Only family is allowed in there," the nurse reported. Gibbs glared at her harshly.
Through gritted teeth he said, "I'm her husband." The nurse nodded. He turned and headed to the room. He came to the door and took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he might find behind the door. He opened the door and walked in.
The room wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. It had white walls, a small sink in one area, a television on a mount, a couple of chairs, and in the middle of the room was the bed. On that bed was Jenny. She had many tubes and wires coming from her and to her. Gibbs took another deep breath and walked next to Jenny's bedside.
He pulled a chair next to the bed and took Jenny's hand in his. He looked her up and down, from the bandaging on her arm down to her blanket-covered toes and back again. Then, he looked at her face. Her expression was blank, no pain and no suffering. There was nothing. Gibbs reached out and stroked her red hair.
"Hey Jen," he said, "The doctor told Mike and me about what you just went through and he told us about the tumor. I wish you had told me about it. I would've helped. Anyway, he wants to try to remove the tumor to help you get better. I told him to try and do anything to save you. Was I wrong for that? Do you want to be saved? Do you want to continue living Jen? I know that I do, but I don't want to be selfish. I don't even know if you can hear me. I wish you were awake to give me the answers I desperately need. I hope I am doing the right thing. Jenny, Mike also told me why you did what you did. It was stupid to do that alone, but I know that you did it to protect me. I still do love you, Jen, and if you make it through this I will show you that for sure." He kissed her hand softly. He put his head on the edge of the bed and fell asleep. He hoped that it was the right thing that he was doing.
She was in a dark place, at first, but then it became light and she soon found that she was at a park. She looked around, taking in the sights.
'What happened?' she asked herself. 'Where am I?' She looked around and then she caught sight of a swing set. She finally realized that she was in the park from her childhood. She hadn't been here in years. She looked down at herself and noticed that she was still wearing the clothes that she had been shot in. She knew that much had happened, but she didn't know what was happening now.
Suddenly, she heard a voice speaking. It was a man's voice. It was Jethro.
"Jethro?" she called to him, but he didn't answer. She listened to what he was saying and the questions he was asking, but what really got her attention was the last part. He said that he still loved her.
She felt tears fall down her cheeks. She thought that he didn't love her especially after what she had done to him and how she had acted towards him. Her heart soared. She felt warm, but then she realized that she may never get to reciprocate those feelings that he had just expressed.
She looked around the park. No one was there. It was empty with the exception of herself.
"Hello," she called. No answer. She sat on the swing and looked around again, wondering where she was and what was going to happen and whether or not she would ever see Jethro and the others again.
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