A/N: Well, I last left you peeps with a twist. Jayme, whom prefers Jay (I don't blame her) is Jen's daughter. She also happens to be connected to the murder of Travis Isaacs' father. Keep the reviews coming! I LOVE THEM! They motive me!
Here's a bonus NCIS tidbit I realized, for your viewing pleasure: In Kill Ari: Pt1&2, Gibbs calls Jen outside her house. The number he dials is 867-5309. Coincidence?
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"Your Grandfather? My father?" Jen asked, staring at the letter like it carried Anthrax. "No, my dad's father." Jay replied, getting a look. "How is that possible?"
Jay shrugged, crossing her legs. "Well, I haven't seen the man since I was 3, mind you. And I have no clue how that letter got to me, unless it's some practical joke. Pretty sick." Jen picked the letter up off the ground, setting it on her desk. It was silent but for Jay's fingers that were drumming on the arm of the chair. Jen was looking at the letter. Feeling the girl's eyes on her, she looked up. "What?"
"I met your Agent Gibbs this morning."
"And?"
//FLASHBLACK//
-1999-
8 year old Jayme was at the park across the street from their house. From the swingset they could see the walkway to their house. Jen had her coat on, and looked ready to go. Little Jayme was in her regular blue outfit. On the bench sat on of Jen's friends, Trisha MacMillian. Jayme was flying, and her mother was pushing her on said cloudy day. From up the street came a honk, and a car pulled in front of their house. "Oh! I have to go, sweety!" Jen said, waiting for the girl to come back, before planting a kiss in the little girl's red curls. "Wait, Mommy!" Jayme called, legging go with one hand. "No, don't jump off, I gotta go!" She shouted back, begging to run, in heels. So Jayme put the hand back, she watched her mother run past the car, and come out with her suitcase, and get into the car. Despite her near sightedness, Jayme could see the man in the drivers' seat. He looked out the window at her, and smiled.
//END FLASHBACK//
"Nothing, I just saw him. I don't think he recognized me."
"From when."
The corners of Jay's mouth turned up in a small smirk. "The park. 1999." Jen groaned, resting her head on one hand. "What now?" Jay asked, crossing her arms. "Where did you get such a memory?"
Outside her door, there was a small commotion. Cynthia was shouting. That could only mean…Jen cringed before the door was thrust open. Gibbs stormed in. Jay turned casually, looking at him. She set one hand down on her hand, so that her head was cocked when she looked up at him. A playful look on her face. "You're interrupting."
Gibbs ignored her. "You've been a hypocrite, Jen" he told the Director. She looked like someone who'd just been caught doing something they weren't supposed to . "How so, Agent Gibbs?"
"You got onto me about my family, but never said anything about yours." To this Jay raised her eyebrows. "Oh…You mean you didn't tell him?" Jen buried her head in her arms. Her daughter gave her a look. "Mom?" there was a groan from the heap of arms, and Gibbs looked at the girl. "Hi." She said, shoving her hands in her pockets. "You're her daughter?" he said, pointed to each woman accordingly. Jay nodded. "Yep." He looked back at the lump of arms that had red hair sprouting from the top. "You never told me you were married."
"She wasn't." Jay replied.
"Then how-"
"Bar, 1991. 1992, here I am."
Gibbs turned back around to the girl. "Is your name Jennifer Shepard?" Jay shook her head. "No, it's Jayme Shepard. And before you ask; No, I'm not yours. You two have known each other for, what, 11 years? I'm 15. No way in hell. Now, if you two 'old chums' don't mind, I'm going to take a breather." She strode out of the office, popping her collar as she left.
The door shut behind her. Jen looked up. "Is she gone?"
"We need to talk."
