Author's Note: No! NONONO! Some people have emailed me and asked if I'm pairing Jethrow and Izzy! NO! Read the summary in the first chapter! AAAH! Stupid people and their not paying attention! throws fit not to mention have you ever heard of someone sleeping with their father figure- wait… bad question never mind

Chapter: Keepsakes

Jethrow sighed as he waited in the car for Izzy to bring her dog. He pursed his lips together impatiently as the pouring rain thundered down on the car. She and her dog came running out of the house. She threw her duffle bag in the car just before Crimson jumped in. Jethrow smiled and petted the scarlet colored dog as a ruddy faced Izzy jumped into the car and shut the door. Teras still ran down her face and her hair was in wet strings. Jethrow opened his arms and she leaned over, crying into his chest.

"He's b-back Jethrow… oh all th-those p-p-poor girls I c-couldn't help!" She let out another howl of pain and Jethrow stroked her hair gently.

"It's alright… we'll catch him this time. Don't you worry… We'll get him." He pressed his lips into her head as she cried painfully, choking on her own air. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Abby's right… you just say that to make us feel better." She groaned and he laughed softly.

"But it does work doesn't it?" He cooed and she nodded, sniffing. "Now we better get out of here." She sat back up in her seat and held on, she knew Gibb's driving pattern.

A few hours later she had fallen asleep on Jethrow's bed, her uninjured arm curled under her head. She was huddled into a ball, her damp hair thrown across her face. Jethrow picked up his phone out in the living room. A few miles away Jenny Shepard's phone rang. She moved her hand across the table and lifted up the phone.

"Hullo?" She answered groggily.

"Jen?" Jenny sat up.

"Jethrow? Why are you calling me at," she looked at the clock, "4 AM?" Her voice was dripping with sleep and Jethrow smiled on the other line.

"Do you remember those 13 cases back in 2001?"

"The cold cases?" She muttered. "Yeah I do why? What does this have to do with calling me at 4?" She grumped and Jethrow laughed softly into the receiver.

"The One Eyed Jack." Was all he said and her brain was immediately clicking through the images of the crime scenes. In her minds eye she remembered the NCIS agent that was on the scene.

"Isabella! I have to-"

"She's fine. I have her here with me Jen." He peered in through the doorway to his bedroom. "She's sleeping now but when she called me earlier she was pretty distraught. He sent her a letter Jen."

"I thought those had ended." The director was pulling on her clothes as she spoke, the phone cradled on her shoulder. Jethrow walked into his bedroom and silently covered Izzy with a soft warm blanket. She shifted in her sleep and pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

"That's what I thought. But he's not gone Jen. He's been tracking her." Jethrow closed his door behind him, shutting Izzy off from his conversation.

"I'm coming over Jethrow." She told him.

"I know you are Jen." He replied and the line went dead. He chuckled and put the phone on the cradle the sat down on the couch. Immediately Crimson jumped on the couch with him, resting his head on Jethrow's thigh. Absently Gibbs stroked the Setter's head. A few minutes later he heard a knock at his door.

"Hey Jenny." He smiled as she stormed in past him, her red pixie cut dripping, his grin twinkled in his baby blue eyes as she glared at him.

"Where is she?"

"She's asleep Jen, don't wake her up. But I do have this." He held up a thick diary-like book. It was leather bound and on the front it had two One Eyed Jack cards on the front, placed one corner over the other on the front.

"What is it?" Jenny took it from him. As she flipped open the book she nearly dropped it. There were pages and pages of pictures from each crime scene, after each set of pictures was completed the letter that he left along with the cards that he left were pasted into the book as well. "She kept this?" Jenny turned to a middle page where the latest cards and letter were, with the envelope.

"It would appear so." Jethrow nodded, Jenny closed the book and sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"How did she take it?" Jenny peered in through the door, Izzy moved in her sleep and muttered something incoherently.

"She was crying when she called me, I don't know how long she was crying before she called me but after I picked her up she cried for about thirty minutes, screaming in pain every once in a while. What does that tell you?" The former Marine eyed his Director as she considered what he said, the book in her hand, her hips cocked to one side.

"Can I see that boat of yours again?" She asked and Jethrow nodded. He opened the door to his basement and let her down, clicking on the light. The barely finished boat was still in the same place it had been the last time she had seen it, only slightly more finished than before. "Have you even though of a name?"

"Not going to name her until she's finished." He replied, leaning gently on the wood. Jenny ran her hand over the boat's smooth surface.

"Jethrow if he really is back… you know what this means right?" She looked into his eyes, searching for an answer.

"She'll need protection." Jethrow nodded.

"You'll do that right?"

"I'll do it and I'm sure DiNozzo will volunteer." Jethrow laughed.

"He's strong… exactly like you. Too much like you I'm afraid." Jethrow eyed her suspiciously.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing." Was all she said then he put his hand on the back of her neck gently, pulling her over, his lips meeting hers.

HAHAHAHA! How was that my friends… Jethrow BTW is Gibbs and if you don't know that then you shouldn't be reading NCIS fan fictions.

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