Explanations

Another moment trapped in time...

-The Forgotten, Green Day

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Jessica Moller sat emotionless in interrogation as Ziva, McGee and DiNozzo watched her from observation.

"Just waiting on Gibbs." DiNozzo blurted out. At that exact moment, the man himself entered observation.

"DiNozzo, interrogate Moller." Gibbs commanded.

"It would be my honour, Boss." Tony saluted, over exaggerating every movement to be silly. McGee and Ziva laughed at him until Gibbs glared at them.

DiNozzo casually entered the room and sat opposite Moller, placing a cream folder on the table.

"We matched the fibres from your cardigan to strands found on Hector Merlo. Care to explain how that happened?" Tony dove straight into the interrogation. He wanted this case to be over as soon as possible.

"It all happened so fast..." Moller randomly spoke out, almost as if she wasn't completely with it. She seemed dazed and zoned out from her surroundings.

Hector Merlo had just stepped foot onto solid ground for the first time in three months and was greeted by his girlfriend – Jessica Moller. They'd been going out for just over half a year. With Merlo being at sea a lot of the time, they'd tried the whole let's-see-if-we-can-do-long-distance thing, and so far it was working. Up until tonight. But only one of them knew this.

"Hey babe." Merlo greeted as Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You're free!" She laughed as she kissed him again.

"For now, yeah." Merlo laughed back as they held hands and started walking along the dock.

"So how it's been?" Jessica asked with excitement in her voice.

"Oh, y'know, the usual sea, sea and more sea." Merlo chuckled at himself.

"Stupid of me to ask really." They continued walking along the dock until Merlo stopped them both.

"Look, we need to talk." The four words that struck fear in anybody. The four words that meant there was something wrong. The four words that could potentially end something – a friendship, a relationship. Whatever it was, it was never usually good.

Jessica stood to face him, the darkness engulfing their faces. The calm sounds of sea washing through the dock, the moon shining down creating a runway of light on the reflection of the ocean water.

"What do you mean?" The question posed the denial that Jessica had actually heard the four words. The question that begged she'd misheard him.

"I can't do this long distance anymore. It's not fair on you or me." Merlo didn't know what else to say. That's all there was to it.

Jessica stood for a few moments. Anger inside her threatening to break out and cause chaos. Instead she took a deep breath and put on an extremely fake smile.

"You're right. It's difficult, I understand. But seen as we're together now, why don't we celebrate you being on leave?" This was just the beginning of her crazy-psychotic-I'm-going-to-make-you-regret-this revenge plan.

"Woah, umm, sure." He hadn't expected her to deal with it very well.

They headed towards the nearest bar they could find. Merlo went and sat at table while Jessica ordered some drinks. She joined Merlo and they spoke about all the things that had happened in their lives separately while they'd been away from each other. The night went on and Merlo got considerably drunker with each drink Jessica got for him. She made sure that she'd only had two or three. A couple of more hours passed and Jessica thought she'd got him drunk enough.

"I should get back." Merlo slurred out as he pointed towards the door, barely able to point it straight from all the alcohol.

"I'll walk you back to where you're staying." The gesture would be taken as polite by Merlo. However, it was something completely different.

"Wow, thanks. That's soooooo kind of you." Merlo was definitely drunk. It got to the stage where words became something to play around with. Jessica helped him up from the chair and headed towards to the exit.

"Where are you staying?" Jessica asked as she held him to stop him from falling over.

"A hotel." He laughed stupidly at his obvious answer. Jessica took a deep breath to try and control her anger – drunken people were always difficult to handle.

"Yes, but where's the hotel?"

"Ohhhh, it's over the far side of Potomac Park."

"Right, let's head over there then." They started walking towards Potomac Park, Jessica practically dragging Merlo along. It seemed that the alcohol had made him think his legs had dissolved. Eventually, they arrived at Potomac Park and began to walk through.

"Y'know, I didn't think you'd handle me breaking up with you very well." He stated as he stumbled along the riverside. Jessica simply nodded, until the switch in her mind clicked into overdrive.

"Well yeah, this is me handling it well..." She quietly stated as she plunged him into the river, holding him under.

"WHAT YOU MEAN IS LONG DISTANCE DOESN'T WORK FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU WANT TO FUCK ALL THE GIRLS YOU SEE WHEN YOU'RE ON LEAVE!" She screamed at him at the top of her voice.

His attempts to fight back were ineffective due to the alcohol. His arms splashed water everywhere as he struggled for air as the water filled his body. She eventually let go when his body lay motionless in front of her. She stared at him for a few moments, his body floating in the darkness. She straightened her outfit and walked off as if she hadn't just killed someone...

There are people in this world who don't know what they're capable of. People who feel a range of emotions until it tips them over the edge and they can no longer hold back what lives inside. The demons that possess us all. The demons that lurk in our dreams. The demons that bring out the worst in the people that we are. Everyone has different coping methods. Some like to be alone and others like to resort to violence – whether it be self inflicted or harm to another person. The demons choose which it will be. Unfortunately, in the case of Jessica Moller, her intentions were focused on causing a pain equal to what she felt. Some people's last resort can be a temporary solution – just like this one. You can't run from your feelings and actions. Eventually they come back and bite you in the ass. That's a little thing called life...

DiNozzo turned around and nodded to the one way glass and a police officer entered and took Moller away. Tony joined the team in the hallway.

"I wasn't expecting that to be so easy." DiNozzo admitted as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Me neither. But, I'm glad it's over." Ziva smiled in response to McGee.

"Right, have tomorrow off and enjoy your weekend." Gibbs left the hallway.

"You guys want to hang out Saturday night?" McGee asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

"Well, I don't have any other plans so, sure." DiNozzo agreed.

"I'm seeing Abby in the day but I'm free of the night time so of course!"

"Great! I'll text you on Saturday." McGee waved. Ziva and Tony were still stood in the hallway.

Unexpectedly, Tony pushed Ziva against the wall and started kissing her deeply. At first, she was rather shocked but reciprocated after a few seconds. His hands roamed her body, not able to get enough. Her hands ruffled his hair. Their kiss was becoming heated and intense. Ziva wrapped her leg around Tony's waist.

"Oh my god..." Tony muttered between kisses. He grabbed her waist and pulled her hips towards his. Ziva pulled back, remembering where they were.

"Let's continue this at your apartment..." Ziva bit her lip and grabbed his hand, guiding them the parking lot.

The murder flashback was the first thing I wrote for this entire sequel, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and let me know what you think!

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