Disclaimer: I should I have just put one in the description, that way I wouldn't have to go through this on every page. Okay, Here it is, If I owned anything, I'd be older than… well what I am right now, and would have a great Dane named Trace.

AU: I'm pretty bad at this stuff. I'm not exactly good in English. I'm good just not, 'Congratulations Rae, you made it into honors English class' good. Oh and remember, I have no beta so… eh. I can't help the Grammar and spelling mistakes, and learning grammar and spelling that would take effort, which is not something I like. Wow… I got a review from tweeter I have their site saved to my favorites! I'm such a happy little human. Oh, and this chapter is a two in one. They where both pretty short, so…

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It was starting to hit me just how big all this was when we pulled up to Director Sheppard's home. Gibbs groaned as he saw Tobias Fornell at her door. The FBI agent had three men struggling to get the door opened. I looked over at Gibbs, "You called Fornell?"

"No. I know who I called and it wasn't that moron… It was other morons."

"Oh, what's with the door?"

"It's reinforced with steel."

"That's... different."

"Yeah." Gibbs grunted and got out of the car. I followed suite. Fornell turned his head when one of his guys jabbed his shoulder. The FBI 'moron' as Gibbs had called him, put his head in his hand and rubbed his temples.

"Gibbs this is an FBI case." The smaller man started arguing.

"No, she's the director of NCIS Now the fact that it starts with an N and there is no f or B in it." Gibbs argued back, "Besides, it's personal, and I have the keys." Gibbs pushed Fornell's guys away and jammed the key into the lock. A satisfying click was heard, and he slammed the key into the top lock. He opened the door a bit, and signaled for me to get my Sig ready.

I pulled out the gun, and clicked the safety lock off. Gibbs proceeded to open the door the rest of the way. He was expecting someone to be in there because he yelled, "NCIS, COME OUT!" No one. I could see his veins bulge like they had this morning.

Gibbs walked into the house, back pressed against the wall. I pressed my self against the opposite wall. It was a hallway leading into a living room and a set of stairs. Gibbs motioned for Fornell and Me to check upstairs. Surprisingly Fornell agreed, and the FBI agent and me sneaked up the stairs.

Fornell motioned he was going right. I nodded and mouthed the words "I'll go left." I went to the farthest left I could. There was what appeared to be an office. Turning inside I gasped. I couldn't believe it.

I heard a footstep behind me and swung around, fingering my Sig's trigger. "Oh it's you." I said lowering the gun. "You scared me, I guess I'm pretty jumpy right now."

"Yeah. Me to. Is that?"

"Yeah it is." I replied.

He hit me over the head and I woke up thirty-six hours later in the hospital.

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Chapter 5 (Gibbs is the narrator)

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I heard the bang as McGee hit the ground upstairs. I ran to the computer room. Fornell was testing McGee's pulse. "Your Probie is fine," Fornell started, "But, Director Sheppard…"

I ran over to Jenny, Her pulse, unlike McGee's was faint, almost untraceable. I sunk on my knees and held her in arms. Jenny's eyes flitted opened. She smiled. Her face had a giant gash, and she'd been shot through the chest. "Jethro." She said almost laughing. "Wow… Imagine this." Her eyes flashed with pain, "I… I never thought it'd end like this."

"It's not ending, you're going to be fine."

"I've thought of you as many thing Jethro, but never a fool, until you said that."

I shook my head a bit, and looked a Fornell, "Don't just stand there get the paramedics in here!"

Fornell raced out of the room, and I heard his feet pounding as he went down the stairs. Jenny shook her head; it obviously pained the gash in her face. "Jethro." Jenny said. I cut her off.

"No. You're not DIEING!" I yelled the last word, trying to convince myself.

"JETHRO!" This shut me up. I didn't want her to yell again, it was hurting her, "Stop being a fool, and accept the fact that I'm about to die. It'll only help you get over it faster." I blinked I couldn't deny that. She was right. She said softly, "I love you." I tried to say the same back, but my voice choked. Then Jenny's heart stopped.

I placed her body on the ground, got up, and stepped back. The paramedics came in then. They took one look at Jenny, and I shook my head. They where to late, but they couldn't have helped anyway. Jenny was right. It was to late when we found her. Now I had to suck it up, and make sure my Probie was okay, and get this solved. I was going to find out who murdered Jenny, and I was going torture them until they died, and laugh at the thought of their body, whoever's corpse it was, rotting in hell.

After all, justice is sweet, but revenge? That's satisfying.