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Mystery deepens, questions are raised, some answers are given and the clock is still ticking. Here is Train wreck fourth chapter. Enjoy ;-)


Chapter 4: Confrontation


October 10, 2007 5:00 pm

Navy Yard, Washington D.C.

"We will find your little girl," Abby swore and she was so hopeful that, for a moment, Jenny allowed herself to believe her.

She could feel the team's eyes on her and she did everything to ignore them.

"I need you to check my phone calls. This morning, around 4 am, I got a call. When I picked up, no one talked back. I just heard some sort of growl. I thought it was a kid's joke or something but, now, I'm not so sure," Jenny said, trying to get everyone's minds back on the case.

"Why didn't you tell us about that?" Mikhael asked, surprised.

"I did. I told Nathan."

"When?"

"After I hung up," Jenny replied, slightly annoyed.

"What was Nathan doing in your room at 4 a.m.?" Mikhael asked, completely missing Jenny's annoyed tone until she looked daggers at him.

"Okay, I'm going to pretend you never asked such a stupid question and didn't imply what I think you were implying about Nathan and I. And you will never mention this again, especially if you want to stay in one piece. Agreed?" Jenny seemed really threatening, and even DiNozzo thought better than to make a suggestive remark.

"Agreed," Mikhael appeared ill at ease under Jenny's menacing glare.

"You should know better than to piss me off, Mikhael, especially today," Jenny added, before turning towards her agents. "I thought I asked you to check my phone calls," she said and McGee jumped on the first computer he could find.

Gibbs cleared his throat. He didn't like the strange feeling he got when he thought that, maybe, there was more between Jenny and this Nathan than mere friendship. This feeling looked a lot like jealousy and he didn't understand why he would feel jealous. Jenny could do whatever, or more like whoever, she wanted. He didn't care, right?

"DiNozzo and David, find Lieutenant Keith Jensen and inform him of his brother's demise, ask him why his brother had his car and who he was hanging around with. Talk to his CO… find something," he ordered and they left quickly, knowing time was the most important thing in this kind of case and they had already lost too much of it. "We're going to see Ducky," he added to Jenny and Mikhael, leading them out of the lab to let Abby and McGee work their magic.

"Do you have a picture of Hannah with you?" he asked, his tone almost gentle, and that could have worried Jenny if her mind wasn't miles away.

She shook her head 'no.' "Never, none of us; we don't want to risk it being found," she explained, her tone flat, almost like a robot.

Gibbs gripped her arm and forced her to look in his eyes. "Abby wasn't trying to reassure you earlier, we will find her." He really wanted to be sure she believed it.

"I know," she said and he could see the unasked question in her eyes - 'But will we find her in time?' He had no answer to that.

When they arrived in the autopsy suite, Ducky and Palmer were working on the Ensign's body.

"Ah, Jethro, Director, we're working as fast as we can and we already found several elements. Ensign Jensen had his throat cut before he was put on fire. Given the incision's depth, I would say a combat knife was used. I sent what was left of his clothes to Abby along with what appears to be skin and hair that we found under his fingernails. He put up quite a fight before his death. The defensive wounds lead me to believe his attacker probably has bruises and scratches," Ducky explained. Again, the lack of historical references showed the seriousness of the situation.

"Is there anything else, Duck?" Gibbs asked, as he glanced at Jenny, who was turning a little green.

"No, not for now. I'll call you," Ducky said. As they were leaving, he called out, "Director, can I talk to you for a short moment?"

Jenny closed her eyes and sighed; she knew what was about to be happen and, to be quite honest, she was surprised Gibbs hadn't been the first one to confront her.

"I'll join you upstairs," she said, as she saw Mikhael give Ducky a distrusting look.

Palmer, who got the message, followed Gibbs and Mikhael out.

"Doctor Mallard?" Jenny inquired, turning towards him.

"It would be useless to pretend I wasn't as surprised as the others to learn you hid such an important part of your life from us. I would have thought after finding out about Jethro's first wife and daughter, you wouldn't have wanted a repeat," Ducky declared in a gentle but firm tone.

"What is it you want to know, Doctor?" Jenny asked.

"I can understand you wanted to protect them but we could have helped you, had you told us," the medical examiner said.

"I don't have to justify myself or my decisions to you or to anyone else here, Doctor Mallard. It's not like we are friends, is it?" Jenny knew it was low but she didn't have much control of what she was saying, or rather, she didn't really care if her words hurt.

"I thought we were," Ducky seemed sincerely taken aback by her statement.

"Me too, but I realized quickly how wrong I was. Do you even remember the last time you called me Jenny or Jennifer, anything else than Director? Or the last time we went out for a walk to talk about anything and everything? Things changed when I became Director, and I don't know why, because I certainly didn't push you away. Tell me, why should I trust you with one of the things that matters the most to me when all I am for you is your boss? Now, excuse me, but I have to go and try to find my daughter," with that she left briskly and Ducky could only stare, hoping that it wasn't too late for her daughter and for their friendship.

Jenny was breathing rapidly as she got in the elevator. She hadn't wanted to reveal so much to Ducky but she had needed to lash out, relieve the pressure - and Ducky had been there.

When the elevator started its ascension, she flipped the switch off, sat in a corner and drew her knees to her chest. She just wanted a few moments alone, before going back to the madness her life had become. Finally pulling herself back together, she flipped the switch and kept her eyes closed until the doors opened.

Walking to the Team Gibbs' area in the bullpen, she saw Mikhael and Jethro waiting for her.

"Are we going somewhere?" she inquired.

"Your place. We need the pictures and McGee found out the call you got this morning was coming from a telephone box less than a street away from your place," Gibbs explained, before helping her into her coat.

She gave him a weird look but thought better than to ask what was going on with him.


They hadn't really known what to expect, but if they hadn't known there had been a kidnapping in the house today, they never could have guessed. Everything was normal and, no matter how hard they looked, they didn't find any traces of the two men in the house.

"Those men were pros," Mikhael said. "I hope they were more sloppy with the phone box."

But it was the same result; they took the prints without expecting much and went back to headquarters.

When Gibbs saw Hannah's picture, he got a shock. For a moment he had been about to ask Jenny what the hell was going on, before remembering she couldn't have hid a pregnancy. The little girl was Jenny's copy, from the hair to the eye color, even the nose shape was similar.

Jenny must have noticed his astonishment because she gave him another picture. On this one, a younger Jenny was standing next to another young woman, whom he guessed was Elizabeth, Hannah's mother. Elizabeth was a redhead too, about Jenny's height, blue eyes; the two could easily have been mistaken as sisters.

"Hannah has Jacob's eyes," Jenny declared, her voice slightly huskier than usual, her throat constricted with unshed tears.

When they got back to the Navy Yard, Tony and Ziva were there.

"We talked to the brother, Boss. He identified the Ensign in a photo; he will come tomorrow to see the body. He told us his brother borrowed his car to help his best friend move houses. The man is an ensign too. The two have the same C.O. We saw him; apparently Ensign Jensen and his friend went UA two days ago," Tony announced.

"What is the friend's name?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"Quentin Graham, 27 years old. Apparently he and Jensen have know each other for about eight years - when Graham and his mother arrived in the Jensen brothers' neighborhood," Ziva answered, but both Jenny and Gibbs had frozen at the name. "Gibbs, Director?" Ziva asked, as she noticed they had stop listening to her.

"What do you know about him?" Jenny asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"He is the son of Desmond and Marina Graham. The Grahams were born in England and lived in the Czech Republic, until Desmond was condemned to a life sentence for human trafficking in 1999," Ziva explained and saw Jenny and Gibbs turn even more pale. "Then Martha and Quentin moved to the U.S. and Quentin enlisted a year later. Do you know them?"

Jenny looked sick as she nodded. "We gave the Czech police all the evidences against Desmond Graham. We investigated him after the daughter of a marine, based in Germany, disappeared; we followed a lead to the Czech Republic and found out about other girls. Desmond Graham had a whole crew of men who abducted young girls, usually blondes, white… He sold them and, if one of the girls tried to flee or to rebel, he would torture and kill her in front of the others to make an example. We had the feeling Quentin Graham was implicated in his father's business but we never found any proof against him. Excuse me," she said as she headed towards the bathroom.

Ziva followed her. She saw Jenny lean over a sink, trying to control her breathing, she was paler than ever. Ziva made sure that they were alone and came to stand next to her friend, her back to the sinks and mirrors.

"You do not look too good, Jenny. Do you want me to call Ducky?" Ziva asked, a worried frown on her face.

"No, no, not Ducky, the last thing I need right now is to see Ducky," Jenny answered.

"Did something happen?" Ziva knew Jenny pretty well, at least she thought she did, and she found it strange her friend would plainly refuse to see Ducky.

"Let's just say we had a difference of opinion on one or two things and leave it at that," Jenny replied curtly.

"You cannot blame him for being concerned, we all are. You caught us off-guard. The last thing we expected today was to learn that you have a child and hid her from us," Ziva told her.

"Is it that difficult to understand I was protecting her, that I couldn't tell anyone about her without taking a risk? We were five that knew about her, three of whom are biologically related to her and you can see what happened. I don't want to imagine what would have occurred if I had told anyone else," Jenny countered.

"But it is us, Jenny - the team, family. We are not strangers in an elevator to whom you would have let slipped you have a child," Ziva responded, exasperated.

"The difference is that I know you, they don't. They found the bodies of their loved ones, brutally murdered. The only thing left was Hannah; they don't want to take the risk to find her dead too. After that, I don't think anyone can blame them for not trusting strangers," Jenny said and before Ziva could find anything to retort, Gibbs opened the door and announced to them that Abby had found something.


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