A/N: Just so you know, I haven't forgotten about this. I literally haven't had a day off work since the 15th of November. Hope you enjoy this little preview of the next chapter until then, though! So sorry it's taken so long!

Tony DiNozzo didn't think, in all the years he'd known Leroy Jethro Gibbs, that he'd ever seen the team leader grip the handle of a car door so tightly. Jenny was driving at such a speed that it made Ziva's driving look tame, and as she took a turn extremely fast, Gibbs looked at her sharply.

"You trying to get us killed?"

"The last time I drove, you complained that it was too slow. Now it's too fast. Make up your mind, Jethro," she quipped.

The light in front of them changed to yellow, and when Jenny pressed harder on the gas pedal, Tony closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. He felt McGee stiffen beside him, and Gibbs gripped the door tighter.

"Jen, what the hell?!"

She didn't respond, coming to an abrupt stop at their destination, and Gibbs swore as his seat belt caught, cutting into his shoulder painfully. Ziva watched the redhead as she got out of the car, her confusion evident in her dark eyes. She'd never seen Jenny drive this recklessly, and though she knew that the older woman would never deliberately put them in danger, it made her uneasy. They followed her quickly, nearly running to keep up, and McGee glanced at Tony curiously.

"I still don't see how she walks like that in heels."

"Years of practice, McGee," Jenny called over her shoulder.

They came up on their body, and the sight was enough to make Jenny stop dead in her tracks, Gibbs colliding with her hard enough that he instinctively reached out to keep her from falling.

"What's wrong?"

She merely pointed, her other hand covering her mouth, and at first Gibbs worried that she was going to be sick. As the smell of decaying flesh hit him, he followed suit, trying to block out the nauseating scent. The body had been dismembered, arms and legs laying atop one another in an "X" formation, the severed head resting on top of them, the mouth slightly open. Jenny knelt down, examining the body closer, and when she closed her eyes, turning her head away, Gibbs frowned.

"What?"

"This is pure rage," she said quietly, "They shoved his genitals into his mouth."

McGee swore softly, shaking his head, and Ziva made her way closer, her eyes searching for anything that would give them an idea of their killer's identity.

"Don't get any ideas, Ziva," Tony said seriously.

"Don't tempt me, Tony."

"McGee, go ask around the area, see if anyone saw anything. DiNozzo, Ziva, you keep searching the alley for anything that we might have missed," Gibbs instructed, rolling his eyes at the banter between his agents.

Jenny couldn't tear her eyes away from the mangled corpse on the ground, and Gibbs laid his hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her farther down the alley. She allowed him to lead her closer to the street, and when he met her eyes, he frowned at the fury burning in her green eyes.

"What is it?"

"How could someone do something like this to another person? This was someone's son."

He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was thinking of Matthew, and he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Jenny, it—"

The high scream, belonging unmistakably to a child, made him stop, and the sound of gunshots nearby caused them both to freeze in fear. Jenny pulled away, running as quickly as she could towards the sound, and Gibbs reached for her arm.

"Jen."

His fingers brushed her jacket, not enough to stop her, Tony and Ziva swiftly approaching, and he took a step forward.

"Jenny, wait, you don't—Shepard!"

Tony had never heard Gibbs' voice sound so panicked before, and as they followed the redhead, Ziva shook her head. It took everything the two younger agents possessed to keep up with their fearless leader, even in her high heels, and when they finally located the source of the chaos, Tony's eyes widened. Ziva swore softly in Hebrew, and Gibbs instinctively grabbed Jenny to keep her in place.

Blood was spattered across the pavement, thick and dark, and kneeling in the middle of it all, his hands trying desperately to stop the flow, was Timothy McGee, his eyes filled with tears.

A/N: Hopefully, the next update will be posted soon!