A/N: In which Gibbs finally gets his revenge. Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think!

As she was shaken awake, Jenny jerked away from the hands touching her and screamed. She didn't recognise the person above her and when Gibbs knelt in front of her, she pulled away.

"Jen. Look at me."

She shook her head, trying to pull away again, but he tightened his grip on her wrists.

"Look at me."

"No!"

"Jen! Look at me! Jen!"

Finally, she met his eyes, and he looked at her seriously.

"Jen, it's just Ducky. Calm down."

"Jennifer, relax."

Jenny's eyes filled with confusion and she frowned, looking between them.

"What's going on?"

"Ducky's here to do a follow-up examination."

Shaking her head, she sat up fully and glared at them both.

"I told you. I'm fine."

Ducky took her wrist gently in his hand, glancing at his watch and frowned at her as he counted.

"Your pulse is fast."

She rolled her eyes.

"You two just scared the hell out of me, of course it's fast."

He shook his head, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it on her back. She groaned, throwing her head back in frustration and Gibbs looked at her seriously.

"Do what he says, Jen."

"Deep breath please, Jennifer."

She glared at Gibbs, yet she did as the doctor asked. As he listened to her uneven breathing, he frowned and when he had finished, he sighed.

"Well, your breathing does seem to be a bit laboured, my dear. Not that this is unusual, given the events of yesterday, but I would like you to take it easy for a few days. No strenuous activity, no late nights, no smoking—"

"I don't smoke, Ducky," Jenny interrupted him with a smile.

"Yes, I know. But if I didn't warn you, I wouldn't be doing my job properly."

She touched his shoulder gently, and gave him a playful glare.

"Ducky. I'll be fine."

He smiled back at her and stood, looking at Gibbs pointedly. The former marine kissed Jenny once before following the doctor into his kitchen, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

"Well?"

"I meant what I told Jennifer: no strenuous activity or late nights. Can you manage that?"

Gibbs looked at him, smirking.

"Yeah, I got it."

"Jethro, I haven't forgotten the night you two tore Jennifer's stitches in Europe."

Gibbs had the good sense to look embarrassed and he shrugged.

"I got it, Duck. Scout's honour."

Ducky frowned.

"You were never a Scout."

"I'll make sure she takes it easy."

Looking at him intently, Ducky finally nodded and and he placed a hand on the younger man's shoulder. He let himself out of the back door, and as Gibbs returned to the bedroom, Jenny gave him a tired smile.

"Ducky's pretty serious about you taking it easy."

She shrugged, giving him a long seductive look.

"I think I can handle myself."

He shook his head, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"Not a chance, Shepard. Not yet."

Pouting slightly, she stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed.

"Cute, Jen."

"Jethro, I have to go back to my house today to get some things. Will you be here all day?"

He nodded.

"I don't think you should go alone."

"I'm not," she assured him, "Agent Fredericks will be with me. I'll call you when I get there."

He leaned in to kiss her, and as her fingers threaded through his hair, he pulled away from her.

"Jen..." he warned.

Laughing softly, she stood up, ignoring the black spots that danced in front of her eyes and began searching for her heels. As she pulled them on, he stole a glance at her jean-clad legs, and she threw him a glare over her shoulder.

"Stop staring at my ass, Jethro."

He smirked.

"It's a nice view."

Jenny glared at him again, tossing her jacket at him, and as she finished adjusting her shoe, he smirked.

"Okay, I need my jacket now."

He held it behind him, raising an eyebrow.

"Come and get it."

She reached for it, and he held it just out of her reach. Finally, her fingers closed around the fabric and he used the leather to pull her closer. As his lips met hers, she smiled and tried to ignore the burning in her lungs. She broke away as she began to cough, and he frowned, searching her eyes seriously.

"You okay?"

Nodding, she sat back and when she had finally caught her breath, he handed her the jacket. Just as she reached the bedroom door, his voice made her turn.

"Be safe, Jen."

"I will. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Jenny fought back tears as she carefully picked her way through the burned ruins of her living room and jumped over the cracked stairs. She'd known that it would be difficult for her to see this, but she had underestimated just how much it would hurt. As she pulled clothing from her closet, she found the jewelry box her grandmother had given her when she was seven, and as she unlocked it, she smiled as she looked through her old treasures.

Concert tickets from college, a hair clip from her mother, and her graduation tassel were on the top and as she neared the bottom, she frowned. The rings she and Gibbs had worn undercover as a newlywed couple in Europe were still there, shining just as brightly as the day they had bought them. She pulled them out, turning them over in her hand and she sighed as she placed them in her pocket. She wondered if he even knew she still had them.

Finally, she had finished gathering her clothes and she slowly made her way back to her car, throwing her bag in the back seat. She had the distinct feeling that something was wrong, but she shook her head. She was just being paranoid. Just as she was about to get into the car, she remembered her purse, and as she closed the door again, a sound behind her made her turn.

She barely had time to register the feeling of fear and pain as the large rock connected with the back of her head and Jenny Shepard's entire world went black.

As the minutes ticked by, Gibbs couldn't shake the feeling in his gut telling him that something was very wrong. Jenny had said that she would only be gone for an hour and now it was closing in on two hours. She'd called when she had arrived, but he still couldn't help but worry. Sighing, he grabbed his keys and jacket, heading for his truck. Perhaps he was overreacting, but he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything until he knew where she was.

Parking his truck across the street, Gibbs frowned when he saw Jenny's car still out front. As he approached the car, his bad feeling grew stronger and when he peered in the front seat, he swore. Agent Fredericks was slumped behind the wheel, blood dripping from his temple and Gibbs felt his neck for a pulse. Luckily, he found one, and as he pulled out his phone, Gibbs was suddenly very worried.

"DiNozzo."

"Get to the Director's house. Bring McGee and Ziva. Now."

He hung up, calling the paramedics next, and as he waited, he made his way back to Jenny's car. Kneeling down, he gently shook the younger agent, his voice low and urgent.

"Fredericks. Can you hear me?"

The younger man moaned and as his eyes opened slowly, Gibbs noticed that they were slightly glazed over.

"Agent Gibbs?"

"Fredericks. You okay?"

He nodded, sitting up carefully, and his hand went to his head as he frowned.

"Where's the Director?"

"Inside."

Gibbs nodded, and as he straightened, he noticed Jenny's bag in the back seat.

"Fredericks, you put this here?"

The agent shook his head and Gibbs frowned.

"Director Shepard must have done it," Fredericks mused.

Gibbs looked around, searching for any sign of his redhead and as he noticed the rock on the ground by the back seat he frowned. Kneeling down, he noticed the blood spatter and he glanced up as a car pulled in behind his truck. His team filed out and Gibbs beckoned them over, pointing to the ground.

"DiNozzo, bag and tag that. Take it back to Abby. I want to know if that blood is the Director's. Ziva, dust the car for prints that don't match any of ours, and stay with Fredericks until the ambulance gets here. McGee, trace the Director's cell."

"On it, boss."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna try to find her, McGee!"

None of them had seen their boss so angry in quite a long time, and it was scarier than any of them would ever admit. They only hoped they could find her before anything happened.

Abby frowned as she pulled a strand of hair from the blood coating the rock DiNozzo had given her and examined it closely.

"This is definitely the Director's."

McGee frowned.

"You haven't tested it yet."

"You know anyone else with red hair that would be at her house? Certainly not Gibbs."

He shrugged.

"Fair enough."

As she placed the hair into her machine, Abby looked over at him, her eyes wide.

"We're gonna find her...right, McGee?"

McGee hugged her gently, placing a light kiss to her temple.

"We'll find her, Abby. Gibbs won't let anything happen to her."

Abby frowned, twisting her hands nervously. She only hoped McGee was right.

As Jenny opened her eyes groggily, she struggled to identify her surroundings. She was cold, and she couldn't keep herself from shivering. She was just able to make out the figure standing near the door of whatever building she was in, and as he realised she was awake, he gave her a bone-chilling smile.

"Well...Director Jenny Shepard. How nice to officially meet you."

"Who—who are you?"

"Jonathan Harrison."

Wait. Harrison. That name was familiar, but the first name was wrong.

"You're related to Shawn," she said weakly.

He nodded, and she frowned as the familiar feeling of dread filled her chest. He knelt down to where she was sprawled on the floor and as he pulled out the knife in his pocket her eyes widened. She knew that knife. Gibbs had given it to her years ago, and now it looked like she was about to be murdered with it.

Jenny closed her eyes, turning away from the blade and Harrison shook his head, grabbing her chin.

"Don't think so, Jenny. Eyes open."

The blade was gentle against her cheek, causing her to shiver and as it bit into her skin, she tried to pull away. Harrison's grip was much too tight, and as she struggled, his hand roughly connected with her face.

"What do you want from me? Shawn's in jail. I can't do anything about it."

"Your lies got my brother thrown behind bars."

She shook her head slowly, trying to pretend that she didn't feel the blood dripping down her skin.

"Your brother got himself put in jail. I didn't ask for him to rape me."

The slap sent her head flying backward and she hissed in pain.

"You lying bitch. My brother wouldn't touch a slut like you."

Jenny frowned as she heard a low vibrating sound and as she realised what it was, her eyes widened. Harrison smiled as he held up her phone, and read the caller ID.

"Hm...it appears Agent Gibbs is wondering where you are. Shall we answer it?"

He pressed the button and even from where she lay, Jenny could hear Gibbs' voice.

"Jenny?"

"Hello, Agent Gibbs. Nice to hear from you."

"Where is she, Harrison?"

"I'm touched. You remembered me."

"Where. Is. She?"

"Relax, Agent Gibbs. She's perfectly fine."

Harrison moved closer to her, and Jenny instinctively tried to back away. The blade was held against her throat and she flinched.

"Talk to him," Harrison whispered.

"Jethro, I'm okay."

"Jen! Where are you?"

"No idea," she answered honestly.

Harrison pulled the phone away and Jenny closed her eyes, trying to think of any possible way that she could escape.

"What do you want, Harrison? Money?"

"Nope. I just want you to suffer, Agent Gibbs. Shepard's important to you, my brother is important to me. I'll let her go in time. You just have to be patient."

He hung up the phone, and Jenny frowned. The air was cold, but not overly so, and that gave her some indication of her surroundings. She could still hear the sounds of the city, which gave her even the smallest measure of comfort. Harrison knelt in front of her, tightening the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles together and he roughly yanked her shirt up, exposing her stomach.

Jenny bit down on her lip as the knife sliced into her skin and as she fought back tears, Harrison leaned closer, his voice low in her ear.

"I'm not stopping until I hear you scream with that pretty voice of yours."

Wincing, Jenny jerked her head to the side, and as the knife went deeper into her flesh, she whimpered softly. The knife trailed down her body, slicing into the denim of her jeans, and she jerked away.

"This isn't going to work, Jonathan."

Much to her surprise, her voice was steady, much calmer than she felt. She hoped that by using his first name, she could remind him that she was a person and not just an object of torture.

"It'll work. Gibbs won't let anything happen to you."

"He doesn't make deals with criminals."

Of that, she was certain.

"You'd better hope he'll make an exception for you, Jenny."

"He won't. I know him."

He was silent, and Jenny tried again, hoping to get his guard down.

"You're going to end up in prison, Jonathan. Or possibly worse. This won't end well."

"Shut up!"

The back of his hand connected with her cheek and she winced as she felt her lip split. Warm blood filled her mouth and she closed her eyes. Her head was beginning to ache and she felt herself getting more dizzy with each blow.

"You were the one who set my house on fire," she said weakly.

He nodded.

"To be fair, I didn't know you were home. Let me be very clear, Jenny. I'm not going to kill you. I want you very much alive. Maybe a bit battered, but your death wouldn't benefit me at all."

"I appreciate that," Jenny deadpanned.

Harrison smirked as her phone rang again and as he looked at it, he tossed it to the ground. Jenny flinched as it clattered on the ground and when Harrison walked out of the room, she sighed. This was not how she wanted her day to go.

Listening carefully to the sounds around her, Jenny tried to identify something, anything, that would give her some kind of indication to her location. She could hear voices around her and while none of them sounded familiar, she couldn't be sure. Glancing around in the darkness, she sighed again, and fought the urge to scream. Her head was killing her, and her vision was beginning to swim. As she took in the dark room she was in, she noticed a small window on the other side, high above her head and smiled.

A basement.

She knew she had to be close by to her own house, because she didn't think she had been unconscious for too long. Something shiny caught her attention and as she noticed it, she tried to maneuver her body closer to the gleaming object. Pulling it into her hand, she was elated to discover that it was a broken piece of glass, and she tried in vain to twist her wrists enough to cut through the ties binding her.

Her phone vibrated again and as she pulled herself up, her eyes lit up as she realised she could reach it. Pressing the button with her nose as best she could, she was unable to stop the smile that broke across her face as she heard the familiar voice.

"Harrison, where is she?"

"Jethro," she whispered, "it's me."

"Jen! Where the hell are you?"

"I don't know. A basement, but I can't tell where."

"Stay on the line, McGee's gonna get a trace."

"Jethro, I can't. If he comes back, I—"

"Not "if", Jenny. I think you mean "when" I come back."

The swift kick delivered to her ribs made her gasp in pain, and as Harrison swung the knife in her direction, she bit her tongue to keep from screaming as it sliced into her cheek. He grabbed her hair in his hands, dragging her across the room, and as she struggled against him, her foot lashed out, kicking her phone away from them both.

She could hear Gibbs speaking, but she would die before she gave Harrison the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Closing her eyes, she sent up a silent prayer to her father that McGee was tracing her phone as she fought.

"McGee!"

"Working on it, boss. Just need a few more seconds to—I got it!"

The younger agent quickly wrote down the address and Gibbs snatched it from his hand and as Tony walked back from the restroom, he frowned.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs barked, "Got a fix on the Director's cell. Let's go."

"On your six, boss."

As they piled into the car, Tony grabbed the handle of the door, hoping that they made it to their destination alive.

As Harrison's hand tightened around her throat, Jenny tried in vain to untie her hands. Her knife was plunged into her thigh, and as he twisted the blade, her vision went white. She bit down on her lip, teeth sinking into the busted flesh, and she could feel the tears spilling from her eyes. She could hear noise faintly above her, but paid it no attention. Her every sense was focused on trying to stop the searing pain in her leg, and Harrison twisted the knife again.

Jenny couldn't help it. As the knife sank deeper into her skin, a scream tore from her throat and as she jerked her head away from him, her eyes landed on the broken piece of glass she'd found earlier. Sliding it over the ropes as hard as she could, Jenny was relieved to find that it sliced through it. Another swipe and she would be free. If she could just—

Harrison slammed her head against the floor of the basement and as her vision spun, she slid the glass over the ropes again. It was enough. Her hands were free and she swung her hand blindly, wincing as her fist connected with Harrison's jaw. He grabbed the knife still embedded in her skin and as he turned it again, smirking as she screamed. This was working out better than he'd expected.

Gibbs wasted no time in kicking in the door of Harrison's house, and as he made his way to the basement steps, DiNozzo pulled out his weapon, watching his team leader's back. He could hear the sounds of a struggle and as Jenny's scream reached his ears, he swiftly ran down the steps. He opened the door and as his eyes followed the movement, he raised his weapon, training it on Harrison. Jenny hit him squarely in the face, and he felt a surge of pride well up as he watched her. As he twisted the knife in Jenny's leg and as she screamed, Gibbs aimed carefully. One wrong move and he could hit Jenny.

His finger pulled the trigger, hitting Harrison in the shoulder and as he toppled forward onto Jenny, she closed her eyes, trying to move away. Gibbs instantly ran down the remaining steps, pulling Harrison from her and as DiNozzo moved to handcuff him, Jenny tried to stop shaking. Gibbs reached for her ankle, meaning to cut the ropes from her skin, but she instantly scrambled backward, not wanting to be touched.

"Jenny, it's okay."

She slowly opened her eyes, meeting his in the dim light, and he reached for her again.

"Jen...it's over."

Pulling out his knife, he quickly sliced through the ropes on her ankles, looking at her seriously.

"You're safe now."

"Uh, boss? I think you hit a major artery."

Turning to DiNozzo, Gibbs frowned.

"What?"

"Harrison's dead, boss."

Jenny closed her eyes again, leaning her head on Gibbs' shoulder. He glanced down, for the first time noticing the blade protruding from her thigh, and he frowned.

"This yours?"

She nodded, and he turned to the younger agent in the room.

"DiNozzo, call Ducky. Tell him to meet us back at my house. Gonna need him."

"On it, boss."

Once he had left, Gibbs turned to the redhead in front of him, and took her hand gently.

"You ready?"

Looking at her seriously, his other hand gripped the handle of the knife, and at her nod, he pulled it from her skin. She gasped in pain, and her grip on his hand tightened. As he watched her, he was suddenly alarmed as her skin was drained of all colour.

"Jen?"

She didn't answer, and as she slumped forward into his arms, unconscious, he frowned. He lifted her carefully into his arms, and as they passed Harrison's body, Gibbs delivered a swift kick to his ribs. Making his way up the stairs, Gibbs glared at Tony as he passed him.

"In the car. Now."

"You got it, boss. Director okay?"

"Unconscious. We'll know more when we get to Ducky."

Tony nodded, following behind him closely. As Gibbs placed Jenny gently in the back seat of the car, Tony spoke softly.

"What about Harrison?"

"Later."

Gibbs got behind the wheel and as he put the car in gear, he glanced in the rearview mirror at Jenny. He drove more carefully than he ever had before, except when bringing Kelly home from the hospital, and when they pulled up to his house, he was relieved to see Ducky's Morgan already there.

Ducky frowned as he examined Jenny's injuries, gently cleaning the blood from her face.

"This cut will require stitches, but the wound I'm more concerned about is this one on her thigh. It appears that Harrison twisted Jennifer's knife in quite deeply."

Gibbs nodded.

"He did."

"And where is Mr. Harrison?"

"Dead."

Ducky nodded his approval and set about threading a needle. As he began stitching up the cut on Jenny's left cheek, she stirred at his touch, moaning softly.

"Jethro, I'm going to need you to keep her still."

As the doctor paused to give her time to properly wake up, Jenny immediately pulled away, her eyes wide and panicked.

"Jenny, it's just Ducky. You're safe now."

Emerald green locked on cobalt blue, visibly calming her down, and as she reached for his hand, he nodded to the doctor.

"Jennifer, I'm going to close up these cuts and then I want to examine your leg."

Jenny met the doctor's kind eyes and nodded, never releasing her hold on Gibbs' hand. Ducky resumed stitching, and when he had finished, he turned his attention to the cut on the right side of her face.

"This one isn't too deep. A butterfly closure should suffice."

He gestured to her jeans, and as her eyes widened, he patted her knee soothingly.

"I have to, my dear. It may require stitches."

Sighing, Jenny nodded and as she raised her shirt to unhook the button on her jeans, Ducky frowned. Lifting it slightly, he examined the shallow cuts on her stomach and he gently cleaned off the dried blood.

"These aren't bad, though they will be quite painful for awhile."

She slowly peeled off the denim and as Ducky examined the deep wound, Jenny's eyes closed, trying to block out the memory of Harrison touching her. Gibbs kissed the side of her head gently, and as Ducky's skilled fingers probed lightly, she leaned into his embrace.

"You're lucky, my dear Jennifer. This won't require stitches. I'll wrap it tightly, and as long as you keep it clean, you'll be fine."

Jenny nodded and Gibbs' free hand reached up to stroke her hair gently.

"Thanks, Duck."

As the doctor finished wrapping the bandages around her leg, he leaned forward, kissing her cheek carefully.

"I think I'm about finished here, Jethro. I'll give Anthony a ride home when I leave."

Jenny smiled at Ducky as he left and Gibbs kissed her once before standing, following his friend out to the front porch. The redhead blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She laid back on the couch, trying to pretend that the dizziness she felt wasn't concerning.

"Give me the truth, Duck. She gonna be okay?"

Ducky nodded.

"Jennifer will be fine, Jethro. I know you're concerned, but she'll be just fine. Her injuries were not life-threatening."

"Wasn't asking about that."

"Ah, I see. Yes, Jethro, I am quite sure that Jennifer will recover from this in time. Just be there for her."

Gibbs smiled, clapping the older man on the shoulder.

"Not to sound like I'm kicking you out, Duck, but—"

"Of course. Go. Be with Jennifer."

Gibbs nodded, and turned on his heel, closing the door as he went into the living room. Jenny needed him, and nothing was going to keep him away from her.

Carrying Jenny carefully up to his bedroom, Gibbs frowned as he watched her, unsure if she had fallen asleep or if she had passed out. He climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her into his arms, and as he kissed her hair, it occurred to him just how close he had come to losing her. She shifted in his embrace, and he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead.

"Jethro?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I tried not to."

He frowned, more than a little confused.

"Tried not to what?"

"Scream. Harrison, he—he said he wouldn't stop until I screamed. I tried not to. I really did."

He felt his heart break for the woman in his arms, and he brushed her hair back gently, looking into her eyes seriously.

"Oh, Jen...no. Don't apologise for that. You did absolutely nothing wrong."

As hard as she tried, Jenny couldn't stop the tears from falling. As she sobbed into his chest, Gibbs kissed her hair over and over, hoping that he was somehow helping.

"I love you, Jen, " he whispered.

She clung to his shirt, her grip unbearably tight and he kept kissing her hair.

"Don't let go."

Her voice was a pained whisper, so raw and vulnerable that he felt a few tears of his own spring to his eyes.

"Never."

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