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Too Hard to be called Love.

Fornell sat at his friend's desk. Actually, Gibbs wasn't exactly a friend but kind of. He was here to get his impressions about the case. He had brought coffee for the teams, Gibbs's and his. The cups were waiting, cooling as he was getting worked up, waiting too. He had arrived 35 minutes ago, planning to be here just 5 minutes before the agent would came in. But it wasn't the case and he was waiting. Too much for him. Idle, he started to wonder. Gibbs wasn't late.

The doors of the elevator slided open. Agents David and Dinozzo stepped out. They sighed when they noticed the feds.

- Where's Gibbs ? asked the senior agent, without any politeness's words, with his rough tone.

- On your six, Fornell !

The FBI agent turned to see the former Marine arriving, escorted by a young woman with tan hair and blue piercing gazes. Samantha Hudson. She had changed since the last time he had seen her. It was months ago, when he was working as a liaison officer for a mission between CIA, Secret Services, NCIS and FBI. She had done this enormous and mortal mistake. And now, she was in Gibbs's team, being accepted with the tough man. What a change… But not for all good, according to her weary face and the sed glow of her irises.

- Agent Fornell, saluted the young lady.

He noded in response.

- You know why I'm here, Gibbs.

- Not just to bring me coffee, unfortunately.

- This case.

- Yours. Not my problem anymore.

Samantha joigned her co-workers. They kept staring at their boss. The young agent felt a little guilty when she saw the dark cercles under his eyes. He had been awake all night long in the only goal to protect her from Kostia. But Kostia wasn't an issue. The red-head had spend time at thinking this night and she had arrived to the conclusion Kostia wouldn't hurt her. Actually, he seemed to be still in love with her.

But the problem was she wasn't anymore. She had turned the page of the dark, literally bloody and toxic relationship. She was a new girl with new feelings, new expectations and a brand-new determination not to let herself wither. She wasn't this scarred and depressive tiny girl he had found years ago. She was new. And determined not to let him sneak into her like he had done before.

She had a strong smile as she was looking at Ziva, Tony and Gibbs. They were here now. All would be ok. Gibbs saw Sam's smile and as he was heading to the elevator with Fornell, he smiled a bit too. She noded at him. The iron doors closed and the two men faced each other.

- So, Tobias. What's the real reason you're here ?

- I'm gonna interrogate her.

- Samantha ? You're crazy ! You don't see how much she had been through ? She went from work and her boyfriend was lying dead, killed by her last lover, and she discovered that her love were having an affair but she wasn't the betrayed one but the paramour ? And you want to take her in custody, to interrogate her about that ?

- Jethro. She's a victim but she's also related to the major suspect. You told me he was her lover so it might be a motive ! Jealousy ! And the first cadaver was the fiancée right ? This russian man killed the man who cheat on his late love and the real woman he was with ! To get her back. Or just to punish them. See ? There're links. And I'll be careful with her.

- Your office ?

- Your boss won't let me use your room.

- I'm going with her. To watch. In silence.

- You can't.

- Why not ?

- I know you. You'll interrupt me at the first tricky question I'll ask to her. So you're staying here and it'll be okay.

- I hate that. But you're right. Promise me something.

- Listening.

- Don't let other agents talk to her. You. Only you.

- Right.

They restarted the lift. Gibbs was worried about her. He didn't know how she'd handle it this time. When they stepped out the cabin, he saw her at her desk. Her eyes crossed his. He had a head sign to enjoined her to come with him. She followed him in the staircase. Her face was curious and anxious at the same time, she was curious about what they had been talking about and anxious about what in the content of their conversation had made Gibbs seem concerned. He explained her the whole story. Her eyes were wide-open and there was alarm and apprehension in her sight. He gave to her his coffee cup, still half-full. She took a sip and she tried to smile but she couldn't.

- Thank you, boss.

- It's nothing. I won't let anybody, even the President, hurt you without paying the consequences. Nobody.

- You see.. I wouldn't be able to do this… It's too fresh, too painful…

- You will do this. You're stronger, Samantha. I've seen you this night. You were awesome.

- Gibbs… Does it still hurt you ? Her death ?

- Yes but it's almost completely healed.

- You're lucky…

- Stay strong Samantha.

They exited the staircase, she had still his goblet in her hand. She drank some. The others saw the cup and stared at each other. Fornell rose an eyebrow. Gibbs had changed at Hudson's contact. He seemed different, maybe more peaceful...maybe. The FBI trio left with the young red-haired woman. They took the elevator, for Sam's misfortune.

A scream resounded in the morning. The woman who had yelled ran to the nearest payphone. She dialed quickly the number. She was shoked. She left a glance at the shade lying on the pavement.

- Please…

- …

- NCIS ?

- …

- I've found somebody.

- …

- Please, come. He's still alive !

Gibbs's phone rang in the silence fo the squad room. Ziva and Tony jumped on their feet. It was the miracle which had broken the heavy noiselessness. Their boss answered and after a few seconds, noded. He hung up.

- Quantico. Grab your gear !

- We're not waiting for Samantha ?

- Send a message to her. She will joigned us after her interview.

- An interview ? Boss, seriously, you hadn't let the FBI bring her in for an interview ?

- Ziva. I said let's go.

They left the hall and joined the crime scene. All of them were worried about Samantha. Tony was the most effusive, Ziva was throwing dark look to their boss and Gibbs… Gibbs was concerned. But he would be the last to admit it.

The door slammed. Fornell sat in front of her. They were in a interrogation room, practically the same as the NCIS's one. She knew a camera was recording all the things she might say or the emotions that might show on her face. Her hands were moist and her heart was beating faster ever. The man kept staring at her. But she wouldn't crack. She faced him.

- Why am I here ? I'm not a murderer…

- Your ex is one, Hudson.

- I haven't seen him since 4 years.

- But you called him.

-Seriously ? He called me. Twice.

- What did he say to you ?

- That he wasn't a murderer.

- But he kidnapped Miss Sciuto. And he killed your boyfriend.

- How do you know it was he ?

- You told it. To Gibbs.

- I was traumatized.

- But you told it. You say you weren't as traumatized as your brain wasn't still running. I have a question for you, Hudson. How do you know exactly who killed Lieutenant Mittchell ?

- It's the best way, Samy. Try.

- You want me to kill someone ?

- On the model.

- Ok.

She took the gun and stepped to the the plastic figure. The weapon shot twice. In the head, in the heart. No abrasion around the hole but the victim should be dead.

- Perfect. Now, try with a better position, okay ? Fold slightly the knees… Yes, exactly. Your arms… Right. Try again now.

She shot. Her body didn't moved. She stepped backwards and stared at him.

- How do you know all this stuff, Kostia ?

- The bullet hole. He teached me this way.

- When ?

- 6 years ago.

- Is this his favorite way to kill people ?

- Yes.

Samantha hadn't seen the profiler who was watching the interview. Ahd she didn't see his eyes widened when he realized she wasn't reacting at the words used in Fornell's question. She had been trained to be a killer. She had become one. A normal person would have answered it wasn't his favorite way but his usual way. But she had just approve it.

- Why them ?

- I don't know.

- Right. What do you know exactly ?

- He's Jeffrey's murderer.

- I repeat my question : "What else do you know about his mission ?"

- Mission ?

- He's a contract killer.

- I know it.

- You know it ?

- I know everything about him.

- Everything ? His favourite gun ?

- Beretta 92.

- Do he use a sniper ?

- A SIG-550 sniper.

- Knife ?

- Three. A KA-BAR, a Corvo and a Fairbairn-Sykes.

- About his family ?

- Orphan. Zubov ? Because of the clan.

- His training ?

- The Zubov clan. 5 years of service before escaping.

- Antecedents with american justice ?

- Murder. Conspiracy. Weapon trafficking. And other things he haven't been caught.

- Other things ?

- A lot. Are you finished with me ?

- No. Your turn. Weapon ?

- HK P2000.

- Knife ?

- Two. KA-BARs.

- Marine's knifes. Where did you get them ?

- He gave it to me.

- Do you have one on you now ?

- Seriously ? Rule n9, Agent Fornell. Nerver go anywhere without a knife.

- Even in custody ?

- You don't know what God is preparing for you.

She smiled. Fornell was surprised. Under this frail look, she was a sharp person. He had to warn Gibbs before she wrecked him.

The camera was crackling. The body was lying on the ground, covered by a saddlecoth. The left arm was forming a strange angle with the rest of the cadaver. The man was dressed with a Marine Petty Officer uniform, no medals… Gibbs crouched near of it watching the wound transpiercing his chest. The heart was gone. Ducky crossed the street to join the crime scene.

- So, what do we have, Jethro ?

- A dead Petty Officer, Ducky.

- I don't see the young Samantha, is she ok ?

- How can you be ok when you're interrogate about your boyfriend's murder by your ex ?

- Oh… I see… Don't let her go, Jethro. She needs your help. You need her too.

- Need ?

- Yes. I haven't seen you so concern about someone since the death of Director Shepard.

- Samantha isn't Jenny.

- That's sure, Jethro. But beware ! I think she can bite too…

Gibbs walked away, watched Ziva asking questions to the person who had found the body, saw Tony squetching the scene. It was okay. But something was missing in the picture. A ginger head and a pair of bright blue eyes.

Jenna Price closed her laptop and sighed. She had been working all night and all morning long. She was weary. Her phone was off, her computer too. She was alone and quiet. Perfect. She made the chair turned and her sight ran in the lonely room. It was just the case of days and the flat was kind of empty. On the wall, in front of her, there were pictures, articles, bills… Her work. She stood up and approached the cork board where was tacked the papers. Most of the photos were blurred but on a few there were her targets's faces. Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Samantha Hudson. And Camille Marshall. This woman was her partner but she had to do some investigations on her. It was one of her rules. Always be aware of everything that can be useful. Mme Marshall could suddenly decide to tell all the story to the FBI, and she had to protect herself in this case, by stiring some old embarassing stories… She turned on her cell, dialed a number and took the phone to her ear.

- Hello, Jenna Price's speaking.

- …

- Actually, and even if it's the man's role to invite, I was hoping you would accept to join me tonight at the restaurant. I promise I won't talk about work.

- …

- I know you're overbooked but…

- …

- So, find a date and called me. Thank you. See you.

She hung up. Distract the man… Almost done. She could see the amount of her bankbook growing as she was accomplishing her job. She smiled as she was thinking of what she may buy with her new salary…

Samantha sat on a bench at the Navy Yard. She drank her warm coffee and sighed. This interrogation had been a complete mess. Just like her head, a mess. And her life, a mess. She just needed a shoulder to cry on, arms to wrap her tight. She needed someone to listen to her and maybe understand her. She was terribly alone.

Around her, the nature was reborning after the long and bitter winter. The sun made her hair burn in the barely warm air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This last month and particularly the last days had been awful. A little tear rolled on her cheek. It was over. Maybe. She knew it wasn't.

- Deep thoughts ?

She opened her eyes. Someone was now sitting near of her. Gibbs.

- Kind of.

- How was it ?

- Seriously ? Dreadful.

- I like it.

- What ? You like torturing your suspects ? And I'm not even a suspect.

- No. I mean your way you say "Seriously". Your voice go high, it's kind of… funny.

She laughed.

- How ? Like when I say "Seriously ?" ?

- Yes, exactly.

He smiled. She looked at him and proposed him coffee. He accepted. She gave him her cup, her hand brushed against his. She shivered. His glance crossed her sight. They were distant for just a few inches. Her breath was jittering. His too. They were increasingly close.

Usual questions :

Gibbs ? Samantha ? Jenna ? Fornell ?

The interrogation ? The coffee thing ?

Bye !

Too Hard to be called Love.