Chapter 9

Search and Rescue

A/N: Italics after previously part mean English translation. I thank my friend Alissa for helping me translate (well, everything but the first two sentences. My french isn't the sharpest) parts of it to French.

Previously:

Mike Franks met Gibbs at the diner. Mike thought that the person he was with wasn't Jenny. Gibbs became furious at his former boss, but apologized in his own way. Gibbs told Mike that Jenny got kidnapped.

"What do you need me to do?"

Jeanne called Tony at work, and Tony told her he had extra work to do, which was true, but he wasn't sure if he actually wanted to see her or not. Jeanne not being certain if her boyfriend telling the truth, she called someone to check.

Abby needed some more info on Harper Lenney, so Gibbs did called up Kort, and got Jenny's and Harper's folder, which included anything that the CIA had on them. He didn't ask for Jennifer's folder, but got it anyways.

Tony and Ziva talked from deep in their hearts, but was interrupted by Gibbs.

The men, one who may or may not be John, moved Jenny to a different location.


Gibbs House

The fire department came to Gibbs house because the neighbours saw the house on fire and called 911. Gibbs had the fire under control though. He grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. The department, and his team came into the house and made sure he was alright. He was of course. "Gibbs! Who do you think would have done this to you? Or wanted to do this to your house? And the crime scene?" Abby rambled. She hugged Gibbs, and he hugged her back.

Gibbs sighed about how much Abby was concerned. "I'm alright Abs. Just some fire. I'll have to get new floors though. It wasn't like I didn't plan on getting new ones," Gibbs said. Abby released him quickly.

"Can I choose a colour and type of wood. Please Gibbs? I love designing things," she begged.

"We'll see." His team walked up to their boss.

Tony told, "It's good to know you're safe boss. We'll find out who did this, right guys?" McGee and Ziva nodded.

"Of course we will," McGee agreed. No one who decided to hurt (or kidnap) their family gets away with it. It was like the silent rule everyone agreed on. "We can get right on it if you want."

"No. There is no need to rush on that," the leader said. "You can do it tomorrow. It's not like the case is going anywhere."

"Sure, boss. What are you going to do then?" Tony asked.

Gibbs lied, "Work on my boat, sleep." It wasn't so convincing, but Tony couldn't argue with his boss. Well, he could, but it might end badly.

The senior agent sighed, "Okay. Well, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye." Tony left Gibbs's house. McGee and Ziva said goodbye also and went. Soon after, the fire department left and Gibbs was all alone in his house. He walked into his basement, and grabbed his knife and opened the folder on Harper Lenney. Inside showed pictures of Harper Lenney, information that they collected on her, and places she has sold fire arms and stopped in general. He scanned through the pictures. It was very odd how they all looked very similar to Jenny, along with that pictures had the same time stamp in different places of the world. This was probably why Abby needed this information.

New Location: Unknown

The blind-fold around Jenny's face is removed, but her hands were tied around her back. She was in a room that looked very similar to the interrogation room back at NCIS, but there was no mirror behind them. The man sat down and laid out a very thick folder on the table. The man who seemed in charge was in the room, walking back and forth slowly. "Sorry for the way we had to bring you here. We knew you wouldn't come any other way," the man told.

"Well, you could have just asked. You never know what I would have said," Jenny said. The man looked at her. There was a giant bruise on the edges where she had the blind-fold along with some scratches on her face.

The leader shook his head, "You would have said no. That was obvious fact. We learned that about that from your personality."

"How do you know my personality? I have never seen you in my life."

"I know. It doesn't matter. We just know everything about you, your family. This is why we chose you for the mission. Along with your personal connection with our target."

"Your... target? Mission?"

"Yes." He opened the folder and laid each separate object on the table. There was a passport, identity cards, information on a person, and a mission folder (folder had word mission on it). "I think you will agree to this plan for many reasons. One, you want to take out La Grenouille; am I correct?" She didn't answer his question. "Anyways, the second is, if you don't, we'll kill a loved one. The third is, if you don't, we'll kill you. The last reason is, as soon as you complete this task, we'll pay you for a flight back to D.C, and you will never see us again. Those are the reasons why you will agree to this mission."

"Anyways, for the mission itself. Your mission is to be an arms dealer. You may ask, why an arms dealer? You see, our leader wants to be the one known as "The King of all Arms Dealer," but in order to do that, we'll have to take out a few of the top people. Your mission with our mission joined together can kill two birds with one stone, yes? Now, being an arms dealer isn't easy. First, you have to build up your reputation to let people, like Ms Lenney, know who you are, so one day you can trade and figure out where you can meet her. You don't need to kill her. That's not your job. It doesn't matter whose job it is though. Here is your identity to who you are actually. Questions?" he explained. Jenny looked at the table of stuff. It reminded her of the days as an undercover agent. The good days to her.

"You know, as soon as Harper Lenney sees me, she'll recognize me right?" Jenny questioned. The man nodded his head.

"Of course. That's why you'll be having a little makeover. I'll give you time to decide your own faith. You can't rush things like this. We have plenty of time in the world. Well, we do. You; not so much. I'll be back as soon as you tell that guy over there." The man pointed at the guard inside the room. The guard nodded at her. "Well, if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be." The man left the room and closed the door. Jenny sat in the chair. This was a tough decision. The guard cleared his throat. Jenny turned to face him.

"Excusez-moi mademoiselle?" the guard asked. "Excuse me, miss."

"Oui?" Jenny answered. "Yes?" She was surprised, but not surprised that the guard knew French. Luckily, she knew how to speak the language from when she was undercover in Paris.

"Monsieur Franks et Gibbs viennent pour toi. Essaye de gagner du temps jusqu'à ce qu'ils arrivent," the guard said. "Mister Franks and Gibbs are coming to get you. Try to buy time until they arrive." Jenny was confused.

"Comment savent-ils que je suis ici?" she questioned. "How do they know I'm here?" She didn't have anything that was traceable. The guards removed that before she came or didn't have anything in the first place. The guard shrugged his shoulders.

"Je sais autant que tu sais, mademoiselle," the solider said. "I know as much as you know, miss." Jenny turned her chair to face the guard.

"Alors comment sais-tu qu'ils viennent?" she said curiously. "Then how do you know that they are coming?" Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door.

"Times up," the "boss" said. "I hope you have decided."

"Je te dirais le reste plus tard. Le commandant est ici," the guard said quickly as he faced the wall. ""I'll tell you the rest later. The leader is here." Jenny quickly turned her chair. The same man who was originally in the room opened the door. He looked at his guard. The guard was keeping a straight face on even as the leader moved closer and closer. The man moved away and looked at Jenny.

"Well, what did you decide?" He interrogated.

Jenny said as she pulled her chair in closer to the table, "I need more time. I find there is one thing wrong with your terms."

"Go on."

"Why should I do all your dirty work for free? I understand how I get my ticket back home for free, but you did kidnap me. It should be for free anyways. Also, I could be making you millions of dollars. Shouldn't you actually pay the person who is making you those millions of dollars anyways? If I wasn't here, or if you didn't kidnap me, you would be making nothing and not carry out your goal, and I would still be able to complete my task. I'm not doing my own task for money. I'm doing your task for money."

"I can talk to see if it could happen."

"You better. I won't answer until you tell me if I can get some of the profit." The man left furiously out the door.

"That should buy you some time Jethro. I sure hope you know what you're doing."

NCIS Base

Abby was still working away trying to find out stuff about Harper Lenney. Gibbs was going to drop off the stuff for Abby in her lab so she would get it in the morning, until she saw that she was there still. "Abs, what are you doing here still? Why didn't you go home?" Gibbs asked. Abby turned around. There were tears dripping down her face ever so slowly.

"I'm trying to find her Gibbs. We don't even know if her kidnappers killed her or not. And we just got her back," she sobbed. Gibbs pulled her into a hug. She hugged him back.

"We know where she is Abs. Mike found her," he whispered to her.

Abby asked, "How? You called Mike Franks?"

"Yes. Let's say that he turned in a lot of favours to find her." Abby hugged him with a harder grip.

"Thanks Gibbs." She let the rest of her tears fall slowly. Gibbs released his grip from Abby.

"I brought you the CIA surveillance you wanted." He placed it on the table."Go home. Get some sleep. I might not be in tomorrow immediately. Tell Vance if he asks." She nodded.

"I will." Gibbs kissed Abby's forehead, and walked away. Abby went home.

Beaufort, South Carolina, USA

Gibbs parked his car on the side of the road. He drove from Washington D.C to South Carolina straight. He wanted Jenny back as soon as he could, but without having questions asked. A car on the other side of the street flashed his headlights 4 times. That was Gibbs signal. He got out of the car, and walked to the other car, the person rolled down the window. "Get in," the man said. Gibbs complied and got in the car. He sat down in the passenger seat. "Put these on." Mike handed Gibbs some soft, leather gloves. Mike Franks was also wearing the same type of black gloves. Gibbs put them on. Franks also handed Gibbs a pistol. "It isn't register just to make sure no one will know." He checked to make sure there was ammo in the gun, and there was.

"Let's go," Jethro said. Before they got out of the car, they put their pistol in their holsters. They walked towards the old abandoned factory, where Jenny was located.

Outside the factory, were men in teams of two patrolling the border of the factory. "Okay, so Pierre said to go to the side door at 21:15. He's french. I knew your partner knows how to speak French, besides, if there is any tape, they wouldn't understand it. Pierre also said there was no cameras," explained Mike. Gibbs grabbed his one-sighted night-vision goggles and checked to make sure. Through the dark green lens, he saw no cameras.

"So we wait until then." It was nine o'clock. Fifteen minutes they had to wait until they could go without killing anyone. The less people dead, the easier their lives were in the future.

The Oval Room (restaurant), Washington D.C

Jeanne was sitting down at a table, waiting for someone to meet. The waiter came over and asked what she wanted. She said nothing until the person she is expecting is here. The waiter nodded and left the table.

Five minutes later, he arrived and sat down at the table. "Hello father. Nice to see you again," Jeanne said.

"It's good to see you too," Rene Benoit greeted. The waiter who originally came asked again. They both ordered their drinks.

"How's work?" She didn't want to immediately ask her father the questions she is dying to ask, but didn't want any suspicious ears to overhear their conversation.

"Good, actually. Considering on times like these."

"What do you mean by times like these? A bad deal?"

"No, no. Just got checked by the government. I'm good of course as I thought. It was weird how the check was out of the blue. Usually I am warned ahead of time." The waiter brought their drinks, and Jeanne and René ordered their meals. Jeanne thought it was time to ask.

"What did you find on Tony DiNardo?" she questioned. René took a sip of his drink and placed it back down ever so, slowly.

He lied, "Well, I found out he's a good man, his colleagues don't hate him, his students say he is a good teacher. Nothing was wrong. Apparently his classes are fun and enjoyable." He didn't want to break his daughter heart by telling her the truth. That he isn't whom he said he was. She could figure out the truth later.

She nodded. "Okay. Good, that's great." They continued to talk about things the rest of the dinner.

Beaufort, South Carolina, USA

Fourteen minutes later, Mike and Gibbs started to head down to the factories side door. "They've almost passed," Gibbs said as he watched them move around the corner. The next set of guards will be around the corner in 45 seconds. The clock was 21:15:04. "They've cleared. Let's go." They headed towards the side door. Once they arrived, Gibbs picked the lock as fast as he could.

"Come on Probie. You getting rusty?" Gibbs former leader questioned. Just after Mike asked, Jethro got the door opened and they got in. The next set of guards luckily didn't see them. "We go to the left after passing the next 6 left."

"Is there any guards this way?"

"Of course. That's why we brought weapons." Gibbs and Franks didn't meet anyone along the way, until the fifth corner. That was where they had to get dirty. Gibbs killed the first man, with the next man shooting at them, but missed. He tried to run to alert the other people, but was shot by Franks before he could get anywhere. They made the turn on the seventh left.

"You know, it won't be long until they find the two dead people."

"Once they do find them, we will be long gone. Okay, turn the next right. Then there would be the place where your partner is held." Gibbs stopped before turning. He took out his gun and removed the safety on it. He placed his finger in front of the trigger. He nodded at Mike.

"Do you know how many there are?" He whispered. Franks shrugged his shoulders. Gibbs went out and looked saw that their were 3 men outside the door. Gibbs got a free shot in before the other two men noticed him. Quickly, Gibbs moved for covered. One of the men reached for his walkie-talkie until Gibbs shot him in the head. The other man shot twice. One of the bullets bounced off the pipe on the top, and the other was no where in sight. Mike got the other guy. But it was too late. Alarms were blaring everywhere. Either the guard called them in first, or they found the other two dead guards. Gibbs ran to the door and tried to open it. No success.

Suddenly, the door opened from the inside. There was Pierre and Jenny. Mike watched the entrance as Gibbs entered the room. "Jethro!" Jenny said happily. Pierre untied Jenny's arms from behind her back a long time ago.

"Jen. You alright?" Gibbs asked. Jenny tried to walk towards Gibbs, but fell after the first two steps. Gibbs ran by her side. Pierre stepped out of the room to help watched the entrance.

Jen told, "I'll be alright let me just get-"

"Dépêchez-vous! Les gardes viennent de cette façon!" Pierre yelled. "Hurry up! The guards are coming this way!"

"What did he say?" Gibbs questioned.

"Hurry. Let me get up," Jenny explained. Gibbs picked her up in bridal position.

He whispered to her, "It's okay Jen. You cam admit you're not alright." He carried her out of the door. Gibbs shouted, "Go!" Mike Franks lead the way, with Gibbs in the middle, and Pierre behind. Gibbs gave Pierre his weapons since he can't fire it with Jennifer in his arms.

"Jethro, your right shoulder is bleeding," Jenny said. He ignored her, and no one else heard her with the blaring sirens inside. Mike had to shoot three men in front of him, and Pierre shot 1 behind him. One of the men threw a grenade, but every one of the rescue mission ran fast enough to pass it before it blew up. The team arrived outside. Some of the guards started to chase them.

"Let them go. We don't want the public to know," the kidnapper said to everyone through their walkie-talkies. The men stopped chasing them, and went back to guarding it from the inside. Mike, Pierre, and Jethro stopped running as soon as they made it to their separate cars, which took a bit longer because Gibbs had to run up a hill carrying Jenny.

"You can let me down now," Jenny pointed out. "We are far enough away from them."

"You can barely walk Jen. Wait until we get to my car," Gibbs said. He walked over to Mike and Pierre. "Thank you Mike. Appreciate it."

"Anytime Probie. Unless there's paperwork. Then I may need to think about it," Franks told. Gibbs also thanked Pierre, and walked back to his car after that.

"Sont-ils ensemble?" Pierre asked Franks. "Are they together?" Franks shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't know. You would have to ask them, but I wouldn't if I were you. Come on, we're going anyways. I'll drop you off at your house as I drop off this rental car and head to my plane." Mike and Pierre left. Gibbs place Jenny in the passenger's seat. He hopped into the driver seat after he walked to the other side of the car and sat down. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Jenny decided to speak up.

"It's my fault how I got kidnapped. I forgot to lock the doors to your house. I thought no one knew I was alive and at your house. The message should have been clear when the bourbon came in. Someone would have obviously known I was there or else you get regular orders of bourbon everyday," Jenny explained.

He shook his head. "No, Jen. It's not. I didn't lock the door because my habit is to never lock the door. If I did. Maybe, I could have been home in time to stop the kidnapping from happening," he said.

"I didn't need you to do this much for me. I haven't really thanked you enough for what you have done. You could have left me there. I don't reserve to be rescued considering the things I didn't do for you."

"You don't need to thank me. You have done so many things for me that you haven't realized yet. That was me thanking you in return."

"I broke your-" Suddenly, Gibbs kissed her with all the emotion he had inside of him. It caught Jenny off guard. Did he really still care for her? The kiss ended after a few seconds.

"No, you didn't." Gibbs started his car and drove back to D.C., while Jenny said nothing the whole way. There was too much emotion to say anything.


I had another ending in mind, but since I was nice and all (Since yesterday, Today, or tomorrow is Christmas day and Hump Day), I gave this ending instead. Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates or doesn't celebrate it. Reviews and suggestions always appreciated.