Chapter 4

"Do you want to start in the study Boss" Tony asked coming up behind the older man as they entered their missing directors Georgetown property.

"Yeah, Tony bag and Tag, Ziva photos umm McGee help Tony" Gibbs ordered taking his cap off and running hand through his hair. "I'm going to check around the house to see if there is anything else" he said, Ziva and Tony nodded knowing that this was most defiantly effecting Gibbs worse than it had when Jenny had been kidnapped the first time.

"Come on McGee" Tony said motioning with his arm for the probie to follow but he didn't hear his footsteps so he turned and noticed the younger agent looking around the house with amazement.

"The Director lives here?" Tim asked. He had never seen Jenny's house as he was never chosen as protection detail and if he was he would get her from NCIS not her house.

"Yes" Ziva said moving past him with a camera from the truck "She inherited it from her father when he died" she continued walking into the house and headed for the study. Tim nodded before following Ziva or more like almost walking into her.

She had stopped dead in her tracks; Ziva was shocked at what was in front of her. The way Naomi had described it was only half of it. Pools of blood were dotted around the room, pieces of paper lay crumpled and torn on the floor and desk, pictures that used to be standing proud on the shelves and desk now lay on the floor frames broken.

An then there it was just as the housekeeper had described it the shattered remains of a tumbler of bourbon. The worry she felt for her best friend doubled as she took this in, she could only imagine how Gibbs felt.

Ziva felt a soft squeeze on her should and looked up only to be met by Tony's hazel eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile as to say 'Jenny's ok' and 'we'll find her'. All she gave in return was a small nod before starting to get to work it was the only way they would be able to find Jenny.

Meanwhile…

Gibbs walked into Jenny's kitchen and made sure nothing was out of place. A bag of groceries were on the side that Naomi had brought with her but other than that there was nothing that screamed it was a clue.

He looked out of the kitchen window and smiled at the tree with the bench underneath it. Memories of over half a decade ago filled his mind.

They were given a week off after coming back from London before going back to France again, they had spent it at her house and most of the time in the garden sitting under that tree exchanging kisses ever now and then as she laid on it with her head on his lap as he ran his fingers through her hair as they sat listening to the birds singing and watched the world go by.

Now he would do anything to go back to that time, to that memory and make her stay with him, make her see that what they had, what he could offer her wasn't just a fling or a cover but it was meaning full and could last a life time if she would just let it.

He would never stop loving her, there was nothing she could do or say to change that, it was what made him ever so more determined to find her and bring her home safe and sound.

Then all of a sudden the ghosts of what were and what could have been disappeared in front of him and the voice of his senior field agent grew louder. "Boss there is something I think you should see"

Gibbs turned and followed Tony into the study and place where he dreaded to go for a number of reasons: it held many memories for him good and bad and he didn't want to see her blood he didn't want to think that something could seriously be wrong with her and seeing her blood would make him worry and think the worst and that's not good in situations like this.

"What is it DiNozzo?" he asked as he stepped over Tim who was taking a swab of a pool of blood on the carpet near the chair of her desk.

"We found this boss" he said holding up the corner of a piece of paper that only had to words on it "Dear Jethro" in her curly calligraphy, it made his heartbeat increase. "Is it a clue Boss?" he asked.

"Bag it" Gibbs said walking out of the room and going to check the rest of his ex-lover and partners house and sure enough every room would bring back memories for him.

An hour and many trips down memory lane later Gibbs entered Abby's lab with a fresh caf-pow in hand.

"Gibbs" she squeaked running to him and giving him a tight hug "Will find her wont we Gibbs?" she asked she asked looking at him with her big green eyes.

"Of course we will Abs" He said kissing her forehead and moments later Abby let go of him. "What have you got for me Abs?" he asked and just as her name rolled off of his tongue she got a 'ding'.

She ran over to her computer and hit a load of buttons and then Jenny's picture appeared on the screen "It's the Directors blood Gibbs" she said with a pout but then all of a sudden she got another 'ding' and a picture of a familiar blond form many years ago appeared on the screen "Some of the finger prints belong to a Na…" began but Gibbs finished.

"Svetlana" The Goth turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "She changed her name" he muttered turning around and walking out.

"I hope we can find her soon" she said grabbing Bert and giving him a squeeze making him fart.

Ducky was sitting at his desk reading over a folder when the doors to autopsy whooshed open.

He turned and saw the look on his dear friends face "Ah Mr Palmer could you go give Abby this file" he said to the younger man who was cleaning one of the slabs.

"Sure thing Dr Mallard" Jimmy said in his normal cheerful voice before taking the folder leaving the two men alone.

"Scotch?" Ducky asked knowing something was troubling Gibbs but as to what it was he had no clue.

Gibbs shook his head before beginning to pace the room "She lied to me Duck" he said angrily.

"Who lied to you?" Ducky asked knowing many 'She's' who could lie to his friend.

"Who do you think Duck? Jen she lied to me again" he said his eyes turning to midnight blue with rage.

"You found her then?" he said with hope.

"No, I wish we had, the finger prints in her study were hers and the woman she was supposed to kill in Paris" he said stopping in front of the scots man.

"What does your gut tell you Jethro? I know you well enough to know that if you truly felt that she was no longer with us on this earth; you wouldn't be here talking to me, you'd be drowning your sorrows in a bottle of bourbon in your dingy basement"

"I got to find her Duck, I can't lose her again" was all he said before turning around and walking out.

Hours later Gibbs entered the bullpen and realised it was well past closing time "Go home" he said as he walked over to his desk making his agents look up at him.

"Boss…" Tony began but Gibbs butted in.

"Go in order to find the director we'll need to be refreshed and working at are best and we can't get much done tonight" he said, the agents nodded as he sat at his desk.

Moments later the two men left but Ziva stayed and he could feel her eyes on him. "Didn't I tell you to go?" he asked looking at her angry.

"Yes but I want to stay" she said watching as Gibbs shook his head and went back to work, Ziva got up from her seat and stood up in front if his desk.

"You want to say something?" he asked looking at her.

"I was her partner to you know" Ziva said leaning with her hands on his desk "You're not the only one who is her friend, who had seen her at her worst and best, Jenny is my friend" Ziva continued but all Gibbs did was nod so she took a deep breath and turned back to her desk.

"You're the man she left in Paris aren't you?" the Israeli asked, that got his attention she thought as his head lifted up and looked at her, his eyes asking for her to explain "She spoke about you often, about the love she left behind and how much she regretted it, she still love you, you know" she continued.

Ziva watched as Gibbs got up from his desk "You still love her to?" Ziva asked but he didn't say anything he just walked out of the bullpen. "I take that as a yes" she said to herself.

TBC…

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