So I've noticed these updates happening progressively later and later in the night. Strange, huh? Anyways, so this chapter took me about five hours to right, but that was due mainly to the fact that every two minutes I'd get distracted and then go off and do something else, only remembering that I was supposed to be writing twenty minutes later. :P
Disclaimer: So the creepy guy was revealed, his name is Maxim, and he apparently wants to kill our dear ex-director. Still wanna trade? Come on, he sounds like fun, right?
"Jen?" Gibbs called as he slowly stepped into his house, waving McGee and Abby away.
After a long, and very awkward car ride in which Abby was babbling away at the steering wheel and McGee was sitting next to her, staying mostly silent except for a few times when he tried to incorporate Gibbs into the conversation. This left the boss in the back, silent except for a few times when he told Abby to keep her eyes on the road and stop trying to look back at him while she was driving. When they had finally reached Gibbs' house, he had practically exploded from the back of the car, not slowing down until he was safely back on his front porch.
But now the torture was finally over and it was time to find a very special redhead. Not hearing a reply, Gibbs walked over to the door leading to his basement, figuring Jenny was just working on his boat again. Although, working was probably an understatement considering she'd worked on it for an entire day and the only she'd gotten out of it was a full list of complaints.
"Jen!" He yelled, feeling an overwhelming sense of Déjà vu. "Jenny?" Running down the steps, he was surprised to see she wasn't anywhere in sight. Sprinting back upstairs, Gibbs ran to his bedroom on the second floor and gulped when he didn't see her taking a nap either. Quickly checking over the rest of his house to make sure she wasn't there, Gibbs ended up looking out his front door, wondering where the heck Jenny could be.
Quickly scanning the room for any signs of struggle, Gibbs noticed Jenny's bag shoved partially behind the couch. Scooping it up, he cursed when he saw her cellphone still inside. Now there was no way of tracking her. Grabbing his keys and still holding the bag, Gibbs ran outside and ducked into his car, slamming the door behind him and speeding away, NCIS the only place he could think of to go.
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"Ow!" The man yelled, followed by a heavy stream of what sounded like Russian cuss words. Wincing as Jenny looked at the man's bloody leg, she glanced down at her ankle, where her extra phone was strapped down, hidden under her jeans. Now she could only hope that Gibbs would get there in time and Maxim wouldn't have the time to recover and then shoot her out of anger.
"What happened?" Jenny asked, pretending to be confused. It was obvious what actually happened to her, the real question was whether Maxim knew it or not. The walls were lined with steel or iron, or something equally as hard, so when Maxim's hand had slipped, instead of blowing a hole through the wall, it had deflected the bullet which had instead smashed back into the man's leg.
"The bloody bullet bounced back." Maxim slurred, gritting his teeth as he slowly hoisted himself onto the chair behind him.
"Do you want me to help? I've had to deal with quite a few of those in my time. You should know, in the past four years you're the only one I received them from." Jenny replied, smiling sweetly. "Then again, you didn't help me, so why should I assist you?"
"Just help, okay?" The man yelled, his accent becoming increasingly more prominent as he noted how much blood he was loosing. The bullet had hit him right above his right knee, if he wasn't limping before, he sure would be now.
"And what do I get in return? To live would be too much to ask, I suppose. But you could always explain everything to me, I'd at least like to know why I'm dying before I do." Jenny suggested, rubbing her handcuffed wrists together.
"Fine! Just get over here!" He grimaced as the color slowly drained from his face.
"I need a key." Maxim gestured to Jenny's right, where a brass key was just lying on the floor, where she could have reached it hours ago if she'd only bothered to look.
"Thanks." Scooting over, the redhead picked up the old key in her teeth and quickly unlocked her handcuffs, shoving them in her pocket. Untying her bound legs, Jenny finally managed to stand up, stretching before bending down over Maxim. Even though he was her greatest enemy, she couldn't just let him die here. After all, if he hadn't chased her down for all of those years, she'd have never gotten up the courage to come back to Gibbs.
Yanking off Maxim's expensive looking jacket, she tightly tied it slightly higher on his leg than the large hole made by the bullet. As the bleeding slowly stopped, she quickly hand cuffed the man's left hand to the table leg, smiling at his astonished look.
"What, you thought I was going to tend to you then die?" She asked, sitting back down on the ground. "Explain."
"Okay." He said, gritting his teeth again. "My sister, Svetlana, was very important to me. We joined our country's military at a young age. Svet dropped out a while later, to get engaged to that rotten Anatoli Zhukov. She was his handler or something like that, very unimportant to our country but very important to him. Many people tried to kill her, you being one of them, but when Zhukov died and she came home to me, I told her she should be thankful that you did not kill her, for then she would have never returned home.
"Years later, she told me that she had found you and this Special Agent Gibbs and she wanted revenge. I volunteered to help, wanting to protect you. Four other men and I all went to the diner, killed the girl who looked like you. Svet was mad, she told me it was not you so looking for the real Jenny Shepard, she went to DC where she met Gibbs and a man named Mike Franks. Franks killed her.
"But I still needed to carry out the last thing she had asked for me to do before she died. Kill you. Now I will carry out my big sister's wishes, and I shall." Maxim finished saying, jumping up before Jenny could even move a muscle and swinging the table around, knocking her to the ground with a sickening crack. Their blood pooled around his feet as he slowly sank back against the wall, a lopsided grin on his face as the world slowly went dark and he finally went to meet his sister in peace.
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"McGee! I need you!" Gibbs barked, striding over to McGee's desk and slapping Jenny's bag on top of his keyboard.
"Um, do you want me to take this down to Abby or..." McGee said, trailing off as he saw the exasperated expression on Gibbs' face.
"No, McGee, I want you to wear it." Gibbs replied, glaring at him. On the way to NCIS Gibbs had realized one thing, Jenny was smart, she wouldn't just leave her phone at home if anything happened to her. She would have had two.
At first Gibbs had been confused, wondering why Jenny had two contacts named after him, one called Jethro and the other Gibbs. After all, Gibbs only had one number and anyways, Jenny called him Jethro, not Gibbs. But it had all made sense when he read the number named Gibbs. It wasn't his number, it was a message directed towards him saying that if anything ever happened to her, that was the number that he should trace.
"Um..." McGee glanced at Tony and Ziva, who were cracking up.
"Trace the number McGee!" Gibbs yelled, pulling up the contact labeled Gibbs.
"Sure Boss..." McGee replied warily, glaring at his two partners. A few seconds later, he turned back to his keyboard and started typing quickly.
Turning around, Gibbs watched as a map popped up on the screen, with a red dot labeled Jenny Shepard pulsing over two intersecting streets. "On the corner of Mahogany and Bull," Gibbs muttered, picking the bag back up and throwing the cell phone into it.
"Jenny Shepard, boss?" Tony asked, glancing at his two coworkers.
"Yeah. Grab your gear, DiNozzo before I force you to carry around this purse." Gibbs barked, making his way over to the elevator, smirking.
The ride to the warehouse was relatively quick, and soon Gibbs found himself motioning for Tony and Ziva to go in through the back and McGee to come with him. Throwing the door open, Gibbs glanced around, hearing his other two agents entering as well, before heading over to a secure looking door at the opposite end of the room.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
"Boss, what exactly are we looking for?" McGee asked as he walked up behind the man.
"Shhh." Gibbs said, ignoring the ex-probie's question and pressing his ear to the door.
"What do you hear?" McGee questioned, looking around the dusty warehouse with a concerned look on his face.
"Nothing if you keep talking, McGee." Gibbs whisper-yelled, straining to hear something from the other side of the door. There it was again, low voices talking, one much deeper than the other. Suddenly, a loud crack sounded from below and Gibbs' stomach dropped. Nodding at McGee, he waited a minute before knocking open the door and barging in, holding up his gun as he sprinted down the stairs.
Before him were two people, lying across the room from each other but both resting in the same giant pool of ruby-red liquid. Dropping next to Jenny, Gibbs picked the broken table off of her chest and gasped when he noticed she wasn't breathing.
Jenny Shepard was dead.
I'm so awful! Poor Gibbs, Jenny's dead, for real this time, and he can't do anything about it... Just kidding, she's not dead! No need to delete this story from your minds just yet! :) Oh yeah, and please excuse any mistakes I made in first aid procedures and what not, I'm not really sure if what I wrote was actually kind of right or dead wrong relating to stopping bleeding in someone's leg. Sorry about that! :D By the way, is Svet an acceptable nickname for Svetlana? Just wondering because that's the only thing I could think of... I'll probably update tomorrow but I have a track meet so I might not get to until Friday. And if I do, it'll probably be updated later than this one. :O
Oh yeah, by the way, I finally watched Rekindled... Amazing episode! And no Ryan! :D :D :D
Now I'm rambling, so I'm gonna go... Bye! :)