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A/N: Thanks to Toodles88/Miss-Margaret-4077 on NFA and respectively, your hard work is greatly appreciated! Thanks Jess. Now we see our Alternate Universe fall into place. Keep reviewing, the more reviews the faster I will write! Thanks Kandon.
NCIS Headquarters, Present Day. . .
Tony was lounging at his desk, he leaned back into his chair, and the file in his hand was extended above his head as he read it. Ziva looked at him from her desk, "What are you doing?" Tony ignored the question, Ziva rolled her eyes. He was being stubborn after he had been taken hostage by SEAL team member. Ziva had shot him in the shoulder; the SEAL had been wounded after and cuffed by McGee and Gibbs. But Tony was still sore at Ziva for shooting him in the shoulder…even if it was just a flesh wound. "Tony, I'm sorry…I'm sorry I shot you," Ziva sighed exasperatedly, "I was trying to save you life…as much as it's nailed up!"
Tony head rose from its position, "It's screwed up, Zee-vah." He paused as Ziva rolled her eyes again, "Is this your way of telling me you're interested in me?"
"Whatever. The answer to that question is no, no Tony I'm not the least bit interested." Ziva said rising from her seat and walking over to Tony, who was still lounging on his desk. "What are you doing?"
"Working on a cold case." Tony muttered as he eyed her from her higher position.
Ziva's eyebrow rose, "Why?"
"Because Zee-vah," Tony said, sliding his legs from his desk and leaning forward, "It's the day, the very same day each year. When Gibbs will kick our butts for no good reason." Tony added as he notice Gibbs exit the elevator, he gave Ziva a warning look that she missed. "Trust me, I figured that our only after the first couple of years."
"Figured out what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs said, with a deep seriousness to his voice. Gibbs hit the back of Ziva's head as he passed, "Ziva, what were you working on?"
Opened mouthed Ziva turned to Gibbs. Gibbs' gave her a hard stare that made her close her mouth quickly. "Nothing Gibbs." Ziva mumbled.
"What?" Gibbs glared hard at Ziva.
"I have a cold case to work on." Ziva said, as she sat down and opened a file and began to read the contents.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snarled at his senior field agent.
Tony looked up at Gibbs unfazed, strangely enough, "Yeah Boss."
"Where's McGee?" Gibbs said agitatedly.
Tony looked around and shrugged, "Best guess…" Gibbs glared at him. "Um…I think he's down with Abby working on the forensics of one of those cold cases he likes to work on. . ."
"He better have a damn good reason for being down there!" Gibbs snapped as he sat at his desk and looked towards the balcony. Jenny Shepard stood there watching him, Gibbs turned away from her stare and smacked the keys to the keyboard. After a few moments he rose, "I'm going for coffee. And I don't want either of you two to even think about calling me!"
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Jenny Shepard walked back into her office, past Cynthia at her desk and back to her desk. Jenny looked at the date on her small flip calendar on her desk. It shot out at her, Jenny sat down and took a deep breath. It was the date that Gibbs had been arrested in Paris. Jenny shook her head. Closing her eyes she grimaced at the thought, she knew that this day was not like any other, Gibbs was hostile on any of his anniversaries but, he seemed to be far more hostile on this day. Did he know the truth; Jenny thought it would be a good reason. She prayed he hadn't, it would be a shock, not just to her, but to someone else.
Jenny and picked her phone she dialled the phone number for flight times at Ronald Regan Airport. She listened to the times for flights until the flight from Boston to DC. As she heard the time she flicked her wrist to see the time on her watch. "Oh Darn I'm late!" Jenny picked up her bag and glasses and keys and walked quickly out to Cynthia. "Cynthia!"
"Director?" Cynthia looked up at Jenny.
"I'm going to Ronald Regan," Jenny said quickly, "I'm finished for the day."
"Okay Director," Cynthia said nodding, "Will I be able to reach you on your cell?"
Jenny just smiled at Cynthia as she walked out of the office and down the stairs. She paused at the bullpen. Tony looked up as Jenny walked past, his eyebrow and looked at Ziva who looked back at him in surprise, "Where's she going?"
"Tony, if I knew that I wouldn't be looking at you for the answer." Ziva said snidely at him.
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The grey Mercedes S550 roared along the road towards Ronald Regan Airport. Jenny Shepard's mind was racing, all her thoughts were deeply centred on Jethro. Today, she had decided that he should meet her visitors, the ones she was now picking up from the airport. Jenny decided that with the way he was today, she didn't want them to see him that way.
Her thoughts were still with Jethro and his abruptness when her cell phone rang. She hit the receive button on her wireless bluetooth headset, "Shepard."
"Where are you? We've been waiting for you for twenty minutes," a girl's voice said from the other end of the phone.
"Okay, okay," Jenny sighed and shook her head, "I'll be there soon."
"Good," the girl replied indignantly, "LJ and I are getting bored."
"Hayley, I said I'd be there soon," Jenny said she was not paying attention to the road, "You and Laura Jane just be patient okay."
"But Mu…"the girl started in the headset.
Boom! Jenny felt the steering wheel shift unsteadily. The corner that Jenny was taking suddenly became blurry. "Mu.." The girl started as Jenny screamed and the connection went dead. The car flipped and tumbled over the curb and crashed into the garden on the side of the road. It finished its gymnastics, the car rolled to a stop on it roof. The windows were smashed out, the frame was barely recognisable, the driver inside was bloodied and the drivers wrist was broken and the bone was sticking out if the skin.
A driver who had witnessed to scene was now running frantically towards the crash, his cell phone out as he reached the wrecked car. "Oh God…" He looked into the car and turned away puking his guts up. He regained his composure and dialled 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" Asked the operator.
"Yes hello," The driver started as he looked at the wreck again, "There has been a crash outside Regan National Airport. An ambulance is needed right away, driver has sustained injuries."
"One is on its way." Replied the operator and disconnected.
The driver walked back along the crash site hoping to find some ID. He found what he was looking for, 10 metres from the wreck. It was a bag, picking it up he rummaged through it. "What have you got there Sir?" The man whirled around to find himself looking at a policeman.
"Identifying the injured woman, officer," The man held out a small rectangular wallet, "You better take a look at this."
The policeman accepted the wallet and opened it up and began to examine the ID. He stood there stunned, "What the!" He grabbed his radio, "Dispatch you better make a call."
"To who?" Came the reply from his radio.
"NCIS!" The policeman said, "Their Director has been in an accident!"
A/N: Hope this is good. Let me know what you think! Continue to review, thanks Kandon.