I already knew that something was wrong. Neither Tony nor Ziva were answering their cell phones and Gibbs had hopped a plane to LA. The bad feeling in my gut intensified when Gibbs called Ducky. Gibbs never called Ducky unless there was a body. Ducky was making light of the fact that Gibbs wasn't much of a talker but I knew that Gibbs calling him had set him on edge too. He was walking away from Abby and I when he froze. That's when I knew that it was no longer a matter of what had happened in LA…I knew that someone had died. I came up to stand behind Abby in case she needed me. When he closed the phone nad turned back to us it was written all over Ducky's face: one of our number wouldn't be returning from LA.
"Who?" I whispered knowing that any louder would break the still calmness that surrounded us.
"Jenny." He responded in the same tone.
Abby brought her hands up to stifle the sob. I was frozen. I don't think I expected him to say the Director's name but he had and now all we could do was wait for the others to give us something to do…and mourn for Director Shepard.