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Magic's Touch

As it turned out, Jethro Gibbs was just as pig headed as his former boss, Mike Franks, had been. Being told only half of the story was not something that he took lightly, so the briefing ended up being as tedious as sticking pins in your eyes. But two hours after they had entered the conference room at the CIA's Basement ops headquarters they finally emerged - no one was at all happy. Jenny had sat back and listened to Elouise tell the three NCIS employees the truth of the matter. Gibbs took it like a bull in a china shop; thinking it was a joke, wanting to know more, wanting to speak to someone more superior. The younger man however, Jenny was more than a little intrigued by him.

With his sandy blonde hair and big eyes, she watched as he carefully absorbed all the information. She listened to his carefully constructed questions and decided that Agent Gibbs had made a very good choice when he chose his agent. Then there was the forensic scientist, a Goth who had hugged both Jenny and Elouise upon meeting them back at NCIS. She listened with a big smile on her face, believing every word that she was told. And when Gibbs bordered on being insulting or offensive she would rein him back in.

"So you guys are 'magic bloods' then?" The forensic scientist asked. They had explained to the trio about magic existing and how it was carried in a family. They'd left out about vampires, werewolves and shape shifters for the time being though because that was even harder to swallow. They'd told them the basics, not about Jenny's past though, and that was all they needed to know. For the time being at least

"I am." Jenny stated, letting Elouise take a step back from the situation.

"What is your magic?" Abby questioned, wearing a massive smile and delighted at the current turn of event.

"I am an exception; I have many types of magic. I guess I am a black sheep." Jenny stated carefully avoiding the bolder in her way that was her being black magic and a magic thief.

"What are you like the magic queen?"

"Not quite. But in answer to your question I was born with the ability to move objects." Jenny said, once more avoiding other subjects that could cause questions and issues. Gibbs was stood nearby listening. He didn't want to leave Abby, as of yet he did not trust these people. And after just hearing what he had, he trusted them even less that he initially had done.

"Wow!" She said, when Elouise saw Jenny struggling to answer the questions and not cause trubble, she decided to step in.

"Okay, we need to get on, time is of the essence. Agent McGee and Miss Scuito-"Began the Vampire.

"-Abby." Stated the Goth, interrupting.

"And Abby I want you to work with our sense bloods, they had extra senses than we do, and can see things. They're going to be accompanied by one of our Magic bloods who can hack into any CCTV. I want you both to go about looking for any sightings of our victim and possibly his killer."

"Why do you need us?" Gibbs asked, wondering why a group of people who basically abided by no rules and could do anything they liked and more would want help from a federal agency.

"You wanted jurisdiction agent Gibbs. And whilst we can do anything, a lot of us separate ourselves from the rest of the city. We almost want a human view on this." Jenny stated diplomatically, which made Elouise smile. It was rare Jenny didn't act on instinct or let emotion take over, but everyone could see that recently she'd been improving. If the reduced amount of electrical devices she'd blown up was anything to go by anyway.

"Shepard, I want you to go with Agent Gibbs; take him back to the crime scene and look for any trace. Look for movement, anything." Elouise ordered before walking off into McGuire's office to brief him on the developments. Jenny paused as Gibbs grabbed his gear and began to follow her out of the building. As she walked slightly ahead, he tried not to look at her ass. Even though she was magic, and even though he was annoyed that he wasn't being told the whole story, he didn't care, she was still damn good looking.

"You mind if we stop for coffee on the way?" She questioned as she led him out to her car, and unlocked it before sliding in. He went around to the other side, smirking – like he ever minded getting coffee.

"Nah." He said, and sat back as she drove away from the building. When she pulled up outside a small coffee shop at the back of DC he had to stop himself from showing his smirk. She went to the same place he did. "You usually come here?" He questioned, trying to work out if he had ever seen her before.

"Yeah, best place in DC." She said as she began to get out. He followed her in and once more was surprised to find she drank the same coffee as he did. After they were both holding their caffeine fix they drove off to the crime scene. When they pulled up Gibbs was confused to see that it was not taped off, and that it seemed as though people had been walking all over the scene.

"Where is the crime scene tape?" he asked as she began to walk over.

"Don't have any, we are generally finished by now." She stated, smirking at him.

"You don't have badges or tape? What about protocol? You've probably lost half the evidence!"

"Nope, none of that. But we have magic – we don't lose anything." She stated, popping the P. "As for protocol, we pretty much do as we want."

"It's alright for some. Why'd you dodge Abby's question about your magic?" She turned to look at him, or more like glare.

"She didn't need to know, none of you do." She stated as she began to look for the place where the body had been.

"It's up to me whether I need to know something or not." He stated, beginning to wander around and look for something of significance amongst the day's litter that was already collecting.

"Maybe in your world, but the life I lead, it's a hell of a lot different to yours. Even the president doesn't know about half the things we do. None of you need to concern yourselves with my personal life."

"You take orders from anyone?"

"My boss does, his boss doesn't." She stated with a smirk, beginning to feel a slight frustration with the NCIS agent. However for once that was helpful, she began to feel as the magic tingled in her fingers and she leant down, touching the floor where the body had been and closed her eyes, using her magic to see what she needed to. She looked for anything left by the killer, but knew there was no point. This was a magic killer and so they left little to no trace. Jenny then stood up and opened her eye, taking her magic to see the traces where people had walked, throwing each pathway away when she decided it was of no use. Then she saw it. Sticking out from many bright green visions of paths, the purple of magic. She stood back, seeing it: small but there.

Jenny sniffed and smelt the faint smell of perfume, but was unable to identify the scent because it was too weak. There was only trace for a matter of steps, when the person had killed before begin able to call the magic back again and flee the scene without a trace. Jenny let her eyes flutter open fully and pushed the magic away, only to see Jethro staring at her. "You got something?" He questioned.

"Yeah, we need to get back; they'll be able to trace it." She stated before sliding into the car and letting them head back. Gibbs was never one for small talk, but when it came to Jenny, he was intrigued, he wanted to know more.

"How long you been part of the group?" He asked, not knowing what the proper name for the basement division was.

"Eighteen years." Jenny stated, downing the last of her Jamaican blend coffee.

"Wow." He replied, impressed considering her age.

"I'm only a baby compared to the rest. Most of them were born and raised for this job; others are the second or third generation." The red head purposefully left out the bit about Elouise, which would only complicate matters.

"What d'you do before?" He asked. "School?"

"Something like that." She replied, taking the next corner a little too sharply and in turn letting him know that he had hit a nerve. "How long you been with NCIS?"

"Similar time." He replied. "Was a marine beforehand."

"Why did you leave the corps?" She asked, turning her head to look at him momentarily before returning to the road.

Gibbs wasn't sure how to answer. He generally lied but with Jenny there was something that made him want to be honest. Something that told him she had had her own fair share of issues over the years. "Family stuff." But the way he turned away let her know she'd hit a nerve.

The rest of the drive was silent, and calm. Then when they returned they got about getting a trace on the magic Jenny had seen. Yet no matter how hard both Jenny and Jethro tried, there was something about the other niggling them. Both wanted to know more about the other. However the things they wanted to know, were the things that nether ever spoke about.

Things were about to get even more complicated.