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Ne M'oublie pas s'il te plait

Jenny Shepard walked down the street, her pale teal Mary Jane suede stilettos heels clip-clopping along the pavements as she went. Nerves sat in the pit of her stomach. In order to get to the bar she had to walk past the alley where last night's events had unfolded. Her mind kept flashing back to that moment, how caught up in her own thoughts and feelings she had been. Jenny felt sick at the thought that her skills had faded so much. And as she walked, the knowledge that there was a high chance the people she had known would be in the same city as her made her feel even sicker.

She'd been running for 5 years now, five whole years of running and hiding and trying to start a new life. Yet somehow this was where she had ended up. For some reason, just the knowledge that he could be in the same city had made Jenny take a little extra time getting dressed and doing her hair. She'd pulled on a pair of wide legged black trousers, her teal Mary Jane heels, and a fitted white shirt with three quarter sleeves. Yet because of the large gash on her neck she'd put on a matching patterned teal scarf underneath. Her hair was long and wavy with the top few layers taken back. Her makeup was light, but elegant.

In truth she knew it was stupid, but she didn't have the will power to stop herself. Of course Jenny knew the procedure if she were to become spotted b someone she knew from her past life: run! But she also knew that if he spotted her, she would freeze and not be able to move a muscle. So as she walked, her black jacket pulled around her to protect her from the breeze she looked forward and walked straight past the crime scene where she could hear the people she had once known so well working.


Gibbs was stood there talking to the Leo's whilst Tony and Ziva bickered and McGee went in search of CCTV footage. That however, was a task that the CIA had put a stop to as they had wiped all footage clean as not to get their witness noticed and then cause questions.

"When was it called in?"

"Anonymous phone call early this morning, someone walking their dog." Said the guy in front of him. He was round and his uniform was popping open a little, a sign that he didn't want to admit he'd put weight on. "'Bout 3am."

"Someone walking their dog at 3am? Down an alleyway?!" Questioned Gibbs with complete and utter shock.

"Hey! Look I'm just telling ya what were said! I ain't the one who called it in." The Leo replied.

"Number?"

"What d'ya mean?"

"What was the number that called it in?!" Gibbs questioned exasperated.

"Alright! Jeez! It were a telephone box. Ya wanna know which one?"

"Well it would help!" Said Gibbs, before looking around. As he looked down the alleyway towards the opposite size which showed a glimpse of the main street he saw someone walking past. IT wasn't that that shocked this former marine though because after all, many people had already walked past that morning, some even stopping to try and get the latest piece of gossip before their friends did. However what shocked him was that the woman was a leggy redhead who held a striking resemblance to his former lover who had died five years earlier. The only difference was, this woman had longer hair and was very much alive. Gibbs blinking, twice, but by the time his eyes refocused the woman had walked away.

"Boss?" Said McGee, pulling Gibbs away.

"Yeah?" He replied, convincing himself it was a trick of his mind. After all he'd seen the body bag; he'd stood by her graveside and then wept over photos. Putting it down to a lack of sleep and guilt from dating another woman he turned to McGee and focussed on the case. It was time for him to stop dwelling on the past and focus on the future.

"I've got the details of telephone box from the Leo's, you want me to head over there?" Questioned the younger agents. In the last five years the whole team had grown, whilst it was obvious that Tony and Ziva still blamed themselves for Jenny's death, it had moulded them into the people they now were. Leon had given McGee more responsibility; he'd given him the chance he needed to shine. The younger 'probie' had grown into a very talented agent. One who often in certain aspects reminded Gibbs of Jenny.

Back in the day, with Stan and Decker teasing her, Jenny had been the probie. And whilst she may well have stood up for herself more than Tim did, she had been the tech savvy one. Being the only woman she'd gotten plenty of stick, and whilst at first he hadn't been sure if she would cope. Hell the first day she'd planned on wearing heels to a crime scene. But given six months he'd known she had potential.

"Yeah, take Ziva with you; dust the whole damn thing for prints if ya need to. He said before walking away. "Dog walked at 3am my ass!" He muttered.

Gibbs walked over to Tony who was trying to flirt with one of the witnesses. "Oi! DiNozzo!"

"Yes Boss!" He said, giving one last wink before running over.

"Take the evidence back with Ducky." He said before walking away, back to his car and heading back to head quarters. Tony walked over to the van and took the keys from Palmer.

"I'm driving." Said the senior agents, before he got in and waited for the autopsy gremlin and the Scottish doctor to join him.


Jenny near ran the rest of the way to the bar. She was absolutely positive he was going to follow her. If there was one thing she would never forget it was the feeling of his eyes on her. And that was an undeniable feeling she was sure she had just felt. Yet as she arrived at the door, she paused, took a deep breath and went in the side entrance. Whilst the place was open it was only early, and apart from one guy sat at the back drinking coffee there was no one there.

Lynne stood behind the bar, dressed in her skinny jeans and a gypsy blouse. Jenny smiled as her eyes caught her friends. "Hey you! Almost thought you weren't going to turn up."

She said.

"Yeah, well I'm only five minutes late."

"More than you've ever been before. Why ya late anyway?" she questioned as she stood there drying glasses.

"Erg!" Jenny said as she hung up her jacket and grabbed her apron. "The ex is in town, had to go the long way around. He's dealing with some crime scene." She said, telling the story she'd been told to flawlessly. "So if I run out back and hide at all that is why." The black haired woman just laughed at Jenny.

"Okay! So, did ya hear about what happened last night?"

"No, what went on? I missed the news this morning." The red head questioned, years doing undercover assignments had lead to her being able to lie flawlessly. And after five years of doing so it came naturally, scarily naturally.

"Some guy was shot last night – former marine – down and alley not far away. Cops think it was a guy who brought a knife to a gun fight!" Said Lynne, eyebrows raised.

"Jesus! And I thought this place were safe."

"So did I darling! But I guess it happens everywhere though." Said Lynne. "Here, make yourself useful!" She said, chucking a cloth at Jenny with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am." She replied with a solute. As she wiped the tables Jenny couldn't help but wonder what the next couple of days would bring.


"What d'ya got?" Questioned Gibbs as he walked into the bullpen, coffee in hand and growling at his agents. Everyone stood up and moved over to the plasma, each eager to please with what little they had.

"Meet former Lieutenant Charles Massey, aged forty years. Joined the Navy straight out of college, honourably discharged in '11. His address is a long term hotel room, no sustainable job, and credit cards all maxed out." Said Tony, looking proud of himself.

"Family?" Questioned Gibbs.

"He was adopted at the age of 10, chose to keep his original name. Mother and father died in a car crash, father was DUI. They swerved off of the road and went down a cliff whilst on their way back from holiday. Massey was staying with a family friend at the time." Said Ziva, smirking at Tony.

"Who adopted him?" The silver haired marine questioned.

"Well I've been trying to find that out only it seems someone doesn't want us to. The records are sealed by the CIA; we will need a warrant to open them. Or I could hack it?" Stated McGee.

"Do it McGee."

"It'll take a good few hours." Said the younger agent.

"You have two." And with that he walked off, down to see what Ducky and Abby had for him.


It was well past lunch time now, and so far Jenny had not seen anyone that she recognised from NCIS. Which was thankful. Lynne was desperately trying to pry information from her about her ex who was in town. But Jenny had sealed her lips, and was not saying anything. She hated lying to Lynne, especially when she had become a good friend, but at the same time Jenny knew that it was not a complete lie. Jethro was her ex, and he was in town. Jenny had just neglected to tell her the fact that he thought she was dead.

Sitting down at the empty bar Jenny pulled out her journal and started to jot down a couple of lyrics, adding onto the stuff she had started the night before. Her curled italic script began to fill the cream page. It was a journal of songs she had started five years ago. Some of the stuff was embarrassing, rubbish and would never be performed for that reason. However other pieces would never be performed for the sole reason that they were too hear wrenchingly and brutally honest to perform to an audience.

"Eat!" said Lynne, placing down a plate of home cooked chips covered in melted grated cheese in front of Jenny. It was a dish that Jenny had fallen in love with since the first time her friend made her eat it. And whilst she knew it was unhealthy, it would be the only meal she would have that day.

"Thanks." Jenny sad with a smile. Picking up a chip and smiling as the cheese formed a long string as she pulled it away.

"What ya writing?"

"Oh, just summort that popped into my head last night." Jenny replied. "It's not finished yet." Said Jenny, trying to hide it. But Lynne pulled it away.

What if I was Jesse James
Or had one of them outlaw names?
Could you handle my Wild West games
Livin' on the run?

What if we were Bonnie and Clyde
With Tommy guns, runnin' from the blue lights
And lovin', livin' on the wild side
Just for fun?

Would you drive my getaway car?
Chasin' dreams like a couple young hearts
Hidin' out underneath the stars
Would you drive my getaway car?

It was ironic really; the song was about someone freeing her, almost in the sense of committing a crime. When she had spent her whole life stopping crime. But it was about Jethro, wanting him to save her, but him doing that would end up with them both having consequences. IT would be like one of them committing a crime. But that was how she felt.

Lynne smiled at her. Looking in her eyes. "It's amazing, Louise." Said Lynne, calling the red head by the name she knew her as: Louise Walters. "But if you ever need to talk I'm here."

"Thanks." Replied the red head. But she knew she would never be able to accept that offer, because all her problems were problems that Jenny Sheppard had to deal with, not those that Louise Walters had.


Gibbs walked into the cold room of autopsy, the chemical smell overwhelming to most, yet it no longer affected him. He walked over to the body where Ducky was working on sewing up the Y incision. "Jethro, what can I do for you my boy?" Questioned the older man.

"What you got Duck?" He questioned.

"COD was as expected a single gunshot wound, Mr Palmer is taking the bullet up to Abigail as we speak. TOD was nearer to 11 to 11:30pm last night. There are no signs of defensive wound or anything; however his blood alcohol level was above the legal limit to drive."

"He was drunk?"

"Very much so, and by the look of his liver it had been a common occurrence as of lately."

"Anything else?"

"No, it seems this man's tale was not a long one." Said Ducky, watching as his friend left autopsy, knowing he would be on his way up to Abby's lab.


The loud music blared out and filled the room, deafening most. He walked in and shouted "Abby!" over the music. She quickly spun around and turned it off for him, knowing he did not much like her music.

"Gibbs!" She said, running over and hugging him. But her smile was not as big as it usually was, and he was well aware that something was not quite right.

"What you got for me Abs?" He questioned, she walked over to her screen and began to ramble off.

"All the blood found around the body belonged to our victim. The knife was a general kitchen knife and was wiped down of prints and blood. They used and alcohol knife, I'm running it for chemical compounds now to see if I can get a match on a specific brand but most are similar so I probably won't be able to. All signs point to there being another person in the alley who knew that they were doing."

"What about the second blood drop that Tony and Ziva found."

"I got a match from the NCIS database."

"They work here?" He questioned, slightly confused as if there was someone from NCIS in the alley then they surely would have reported it.

"They did." Said Abby, deliberately putting off her answer.

"Abby who was it?" Gibbs questioned, getting slightly annoyed with his favourite.

It was then Abby put up the person's face and Gibbs nearly fainted. "Former Director Jennifer Shepard." She said, before turning to his shell shocked face. "Gibbs, How was Jenny's blood in the alley?"


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