"So how about you tell me how you know Hoyt." Gibbs states to Jane. She looks down. Jane hated being questioned. Especially about Hoyt.
"I had the same thing happen to me. The trauma makes my hands hurt."
"Your not making sense to me." Gibbs dismisses and turns to leave.
'Well you Gibbs.' Thought Jane 'Make no sense to me.'
Weightless and trapped. In a drug induced body. She remembered the scalpel slicing effortlessly through her hand. Both hands. The burn and smell of the bleach. Lost, Dead. Dead! I'm dead! Then where am I? Or my father? Where is he? I'm dead! I'm...
"Jen?" Gibbs asks lightly brushing her arm. She looked to him then her hands. Wrapped and bound like a boxer. She looked around then fell into a deep sleep.
Gibbs sat outside Jens room. He hasnt moved much, if any. He watches as Ducky came up to him with flowers and sits next to him.
"Hey." Duck murmurs. Gibbs stays quiet. "Jethro, what is it?" Again, Gibbs was quiet. All his mind could reel around was the days events. Knowing he could have possibly stopped this only if he knew..only if he knew, or looked closer into Ducks office.. But he didnt.
"Should have said something Duck." Gibbs quietly states. Duck looks over to him.
"I had no idea it would be Jen."
"But he was still there when I was. I could have taken him."
"Did you have a weapon, Jethro?" Gibbs again stays quiet. He didnt have his weapon. And who knows what could have happened if he decided to take Hoyt. He could have been killed in an instant.
...At least I would be with my girls. I'd be able to hold my daughter.. Hold my wife..
Jane impatiently sits by Jens side. It didnt help that Maura was going on and on about how impatient she was. All Jane wanted to do was to talk to the Director.
"...Jane? You listening to me?" Maura asks. Jane looks over to her.
"No Maura. I wasnt." She torted. Maura sighed and looked out the window.
"Something wrong?" They both heard from the bed. Jane looks over to Jen as Maura watched Jane.
"No, not at all."
"Then what is it?"
"Its nothing Jen," Jane paused. "How are you feeling?"
Jen looked down to her hands then to Jane. "Been better."
"I know what it feels like."
"No you dont."
"Yes.. I do.." Jane showed her palms to Jen.
Jen looks to Janes palms and saw the scars. She instantly felt a pang in her palm, knowing she felt the same once. Jen stays quiet as she looked up to Jane.
"You.."
"I had the same thing done to me." Jane quietly told Jen. Jen sighs and looks back down to her hand.
"Still hurt?"
"On occasion."
"Now?" Jen watches as Jane rubs her palms.
"Especially now."
Gibbs sits at his desk watching his team work. McGee, Ziva and Tony. Although no one ever knew if Tony was actually working. The Director was now cooperating at home, where she belonged until she was stronger. Assistant Director Vance took her place. Gibbs wasnt a fan of him, never was. Ziva stood and carried a file to the filing cabinet. Just another day in the office. McGee answered his phone and looked up to Gibbs.
"What McGee?" Gibbs barks, his first cup of coffee in hand.
"Dont you know any better McGee?" Tony chirped from his desk.
"Boss," Started McGee "Its Boston."
They all stood, grabbed their bags and headed to the garage.