A/N: This chapter was a little more difficult to write than expected but I finally did it.

As always, thanks for reading, alerting, favoriting and especially thanks to leighanne jenny gibbs, jstapny, Miss Jayne, She-Demon Sparacino, left my heart in paris for their reviews. :-D

So, here is Train wreck's third chapter.


Chapter 3: Twist


October 10, 2007 2:00 pm

Georgetown University Hospital, Washington D.C

Jenny turned towards her agents. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded. "No, actually, I don't care, I have more important things to deal with than you right now."

She crouched in front of Noemi. "Noemi, is there anything else you remember about those men? Or about the car? Did Nathan say something? Anything can help us."

The housekeeper racked her brain, and they all waited with bated breath. "Yes, Senior Nathan saw the license plate and he kept repeating it, as he always does when there is something he wants to be sure to remember." Jenny, Mikhael and Abraham had a slight private smile at that. "It was QA-9971, a black Lincoln Navigator, that's what he said," Noemi continued.

"Okay, that's great," Jenny said, nodding towards Mikhael, who already had his phone in hand. She was about to ask another question when she noticed McGee imitating Mikhael.

The glare she sent his way was enough for him to stop. He lowered his eyes guiltily. There was an exchange of looks between Jenny, Abraham and Mikhael and, in the end, she sighed and said, "Just do whatever you want."

Mikhael nodded and left the room, indicating to McGee to follow.

"The men, can you describe them?" Jenny asked, refocusing on Noemi.

"They were as tall as Senior Nathan, but not as big and they were dressed all in black, hood, gloves, even their shoes. I only saw the eyes of the one who took Hannah; they were icy, steely even, blue-grey," she shivered at the memory. "He didn't say a word, he just took her and left."

"Thanks, Noemi," Jenny said as she stood back up. If you knew her well you could see that she was doing everything she could to control her anger.

"Jenny," Mikhael said as he reentered the room with McGee. "Metro P.D and the Fire Department were called about a car burning, a black Lincoln Navigator. The plates match. It seems they got there in time, not too much damage, and there is a twist: they found a body in the trunk. A man, adult," he added at Jenny's panicked look.

She released a breath before asking the location.

Mikhael got a grim look at that. "Sheperd Park. It's about twenty minutes from here."

Jenny closed her eyes and shook her head. "They really have a twisted sense of humor."

"And here is the kicker, the car is registered to a Navy Lieutenant, Keith Jensen. NCIS can have jurisdiction on this," McGee informed them.

Jenny and Mikhael took their stuff and headed towards the door, before Jenny stopped in her tracks when she saw Abraham following them.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked him.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Abraham countered, in a slightly annoyed tone.

"It looks like you want to come with us," Jenny said and Abraham gave her a 'duh' look. "Can you tell me who is going to stay with Nathan if we all leave?" Jenny continued.

"Nathan will be under for a while after the surgery and when he wakes up he won't be able to go anywhere," Abraham said matter-of-factly.

Jenny gave him an incredulous look. "That's funny, if I remember correctly, you said the same thing last time and how many nurses did it take to restrain him?" she asked turning towards Mikhael.

"Six, I think," he answered.

"How many do you think it will take this time, Abraham, when the last thing he remembers is being shot at by two men while Hannah and Noemi were in the house?" Jenny asked rhetorically. "You stay here and you make sure he doesn't try to do something stupid like leaving the hospital. If we need you, we will call you." Jenny ordered in her don't-mess-with-me tone and Abraham nodded.

She left the room, Mikhael hot on her heels. "Are you coming or not?" she said, without looking back, this time addressing the team.

They followed all at once, Gibbs ahead. He rapidly joined Jenny, watching her tense up more and more as he approached.

"Care to tell me what this is all about?" he asked, harshly.

"Not here. Call Ducky, tell him to join us at Sheperd Park," she answered, in the same tone.

"Jen…" Gibbs tried but she whirled around and interrupted him.

"Look, I don't have time to deal with you and your interrogation. If you can't keep your mouth shut until I decide to answer your questions then I suggest you go back to the Navy Yard right now," she said, and without waiting for him to respond, she resumed her way towards the exit.

Gibbs sighed and raised his eyes upward as if to ask God what he had done to deserve that. Still, he followed.

The team observed that, staying mostly silent; Tony had bitten his tongue pretty hard not to make a Men In Black reference.

Just before Jenny hopped into Mikhael's car, Ziva called out her name to give her her ID and gun. Jenny seemed confused for a moment; she hadn't realized she had left without them.


October 10, 2007 2:35 pm

Sheperd Park, Washington D.C

They arrived at Sheperd Park less than twenty minutes later. Gibbs dealt with the LEOs on site while the team was getting the equipment out of the car. Ziva had insisted they needed to be ready, just in case. It turned out she was right.

This slight delay had given Ducky enough time to arrive. He seemed puzzled, he knew the team hadn't solved their case so he wondered what had happened.

"Jethro, can you tell me what's going on?" the medical examiner asked his friend, who shook his head and pointed towards Jenny.

"Ask her," the Special Agent answered.

Ducky recognized the tone; he had heard it before, when his two friends were partners and became annoyed at each other, and, again, recently, during the Frog's hunt.

They all approached the car, quickly understanding that if the SUV was barely damaged it was because the fire's target wasn't the car but the body in the trunk.

"Well, we're lucky the firemen were so rapid," Ducky said. "We wouldn't have much to work with otherwise."

"Ziva, photos, Tony and McGee, bag and tag," Gibbs automatically distributed the roles.

"The hands and the face are mostly intact, so identification won't be a problem. Mister Palmer, can you check the fingerprints?" Ducky asked his assistant.

"Of course, Doctor," the younger man answered. "Ensign Ryan Jensen, 24 years old," he announced.

"Probably Lieutenant Jensen's brother," Gibbs said.

"Oh gosh," they heard Jenny's quiet exclamation.

Turning towards her, they saw she was holding a stuffed wolf she had found in the back of the car.

"It's hers," Mikhael said, stricken with horror.

It was like they were only realizing now what was happening; as if, until now, they had hoped it was a nightmare and they would wake up.

"Jenny, we need to bag it, it's evidence," Ziva said softly and Jenny raised her eyes towards her. After a while, she nodded slowly and put the stuffed animal carefully in the bag.

Turning away, Jenny joined Mikhael who had sat down on the sidewalk. They talked together for a moment in low voices.

Finally, Jenny stood back up and walked towards the team. She took a deep breath and started telling her story.

"Today, my 22-month-old goddaughter Hannah was kidnapped. Her mother, Elizabeth, was my best friend. She died 16 months ago and entrusted her daughter to me. She was murdered, along with her husband Jacob. Mikhael was her brother, Abraham, the doctor you met at the hospital, was her father and Nathaniel, the one who was shot, was Jacob's brother. When Hannah's parents were killed, they all came to live with me."

To say the team was shocked at her revelation was probably the understatement of the year. They stayed silent for a while, trying to understand what she said, when Ziva talked.

"I heard about you," she said. "You were Mossad, all of you. You disappeared almost 8 years ago, everyone thought you were dead."

Gibbs raised his head sharply at the mention of '8 years ago' and noticed Jenny was avoiding his gaze.

"We were Mossad, yes," Mikhael confirmed simply, apparently not wanting to dwell on the subject.

"We need to get back to the Navy Yard, there is nothing else we can do here," Gibbs stated as he called to have the SUV towed to headquarters.

Jenny and Mikhael nodded, defeated, and went back to their car.


October 10, 2007 3:35 pm

Navy Yard, Washington D.C

The team registered their findings in the evidence garage for now, knowing they wouldn't be able to have Abby analyzing them as long as their guest from DIA was here.

Everyone could feel the tension in the elevator as they went back to the bullpen; they all stayed silent, afraid that if anyone started talking, it would open the damn for the load of questions swarming in their heads.

"Well, you're finally back. Had a nice trip?" was the first thing they heard when the elevator opened. Apparently, Colonel Mann had been ready for them.

Jenny and Mikhael passed by her without acknowledging her and headed towards Jenny's office, having understood the team would focus on their case before helping them.

"Jenny," Gibbs called after her and sighed when she kept going. He turned towards Hollis. "Well, did you solve the case?" he asked her, his tone slightly ironic.

It only made her angrier. "And how did you want me to do that without any resources?"

"You could have gotten a confession," Gibbs suggested.

"Huh, Boss. Before we left, I had been working on something. I've been watching the footage of ATMs surrounding the pharmaceutical convention in Charlottesville the wife said she attended, on the day Capt. Reynolds died," he explained as he put the images on the plasma.

They could clearly see the victim's wife on the sidewalk across from the ATM at the time of the murder.

"Can't be in two places at once," McGee said.

As they were working on their suspects' list, Jenny and Mikhael had arrived in her office to find Metro P.D. waiting for them.

"Director Shepard, I'm Lieutenant Burke and this is my partner Sergeant Trent," the lieutenant announced as they shook hands.

Before Jenny had to decide whether or not she would introduce Mikhael, his cellphone rang and he left the room to answer it.

"What can I do for Metro P.D.?" Jenny asked indicating they should sit around the conference table.

"This morning, your housekeeper, a Noemi Ramirez, witnessed a drive-by shooting just in front of your house. A man was injured, your housekeeper is fine. She is the one who called us," Lieutenant Burke explained and Jenny made her best confused face.

"What happened exactly?" Jenny asked.

"Your housekeeper didn't call you?" the Sergeant asked, surprised.

"I've been in MTAC most of the day, my secretary held my calls. It's the first time I set foot in my office since I arrived this morning. Even if she had tried to contact me I wouldn't have been able to answer," Jenny answered.

"Around 12:30 p.m, two men, in an SUV, shot another man on your street, before stealing his wallet and leaving. Your housekeeper was very shocked, and she couldn't give us much information. She said she didn't know the man; we wanted to know if you did. It would really help us. We couldn't ID him and he was unconscious when the paramedics arrived on site," Burke said as he showed her a picture of Nathan.

She pretended to study the photo before shaking her head. "I'm really sorry, I never saw him before," she told them.

"Did you receive any threats lately?" the Lieutenant tried again.

"I don't think this had anything to do with me. Those men were probably following him, waiting for the best opportunity to strike. My security is already handled. I'm grateful you informed me but as I said I don't know this man," Jenny kept her tone calm and matter-of-fact and the two officers took their dismissal gracefully.

"Thank you for your time," Lieutenant Burke said and Jenny simply nodded at him.

Mikhael reentered as they were leaving. "Well, that was close. Abba just told me Nathan is out of surgery, as far as they know he is alright but they're gonna have to wait for him to wake up to be sure, " he explained. "What did they ask you?"

"They wanted to know if I ever saw Nathan, if I was threatened, things like that. They really don't know anything about this case," Jenny answered, shrugging.

They stayed silent for a long while both of them wondered where and with whom Hannah could be and what had happened to prompt this attack.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling them both. It was Gibbs, of course, who else could enter this office without stopping by Cynthia or knocking.

"We solved our case. The guy sent by the DIA was working with our victim to sell classified information to the highest bidder; he got greedy and killed him to keep all the money," he explained. "The team is waiting for us in Abby's lab."

"And your Colonel?" Jenny asked.

"She left," Gibbs answered curtly, turning to leave. The other two followed him.

The moment Jenny set foot in the lab, she was pulled in an enough-to-break-bones Abby hug.

"Abby, she's turning blue," Gibbs told her when he realized Jenny couldn't talk.

"Sorry," Abby said as she released a dazed-looking Jenny. "We will find your little girl," she swore and she was so hopeful that, for a moment, Jenny allowed herself to believe her.


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