A/N: Woah I never realized that this is the end. Well to those who read my experimental fic thanks! Your comments and replies were much love. Although the story is done, COMMENTS are still welcome! Well… see you around! Thanks for reading!
Chapter 11: XI
He played it as he searched every play list for a clue. Then he came across the play list titled unknown. He smiled as he saw a list of names. He scrolled down looking at all the names and the frowned as he saw one that was all too familiar. He looked up at her office and then ran out.
"Where you going?" McGee called after him.
"I'll be back." Tony kept the highlighted cursor on one name as he rode the elevator down to the parking lot. This morning when he came in, it was barren, but now there were cars filling every stall. But early this morning, he saw something, but didn't think too much of it. Jenny Shepard's car was in the lot when he arrived. He walked over to where the car was and examined it.
"She was here." He said, noticing the director's emblem on the lower right hand corner of her back window. He looked down at the MP3 player. Jenny Shepard's name was highlighted. He ran to the parking lot attendants box and banged on his window, getting his attention.
"Was Jenny Shepard here at 3:15 in the morning?" Tony asked estimating the time when Ziva was murdered. The attendant looked at his papers.
"According to this, she never left."
"Thanks," Tony said running back to catch the elevator going back up. He knew that the director lived far, so there was no way that she could have walked home. He tapped his foot as he waited for the elevator to slowly rise to level 4. At the same time, Jenny took at the stairs down to the parking lot when she received a call.
"I hear one of your agents got shot, today in the department bathroom." The manly voice said.
"I had too, she knew too much." Jenny said.
"I don't care, I didn't even want them to get close at all. I can't have another investigation somehow tying back to me."
"I'm sorry Conr--," Jenny didn't even finish her explanation before the phone on the other side hung up. She sighed deeply as she slid into a midnight blue C- Class, C350 Sport Sedan, Mercedes Benz, with a different license plate than before and exited from the parking lot.
"Where's director Shepard?" Tony asked after coming out of her empty office.
"I don't know," McGee said with a shrug, still clueless on what Tony was doing, "She might have left. Why?"
"What are you doing Tony?" Gibbs asked entering the office, seeing Tony in a frantic mode.
"I think that Director Shepard is involved with the case somehow and I think she shot Ziva."
"Tony, why would you say such a thing?"
"Look, this morning Ziva ran me through and left me the missing piece and I know that Director Shepard didn't leave all night. So she could have over heard and killed Ziva when she went to the bathroom."
"Look, Tony," Gibbs said, "I know you're distressed, but you can't go blaming the Director of NCIS on circumstantial evidence and claims."
"Claims!" Tony exclaimed. "Ziva was on to her and I think that she got killed for it!"
"Tony calm down."
"You don't believe me." Tony said backing away.
"We do, we just need more evidence." Tony sat at this desk and buried his head in his hands again. He then stood up and walked out of the office.
"Where you going Tony?"
"I need to think. Clear my head." He lied.
"Good idea," McGee said calling after him. Tony got down to the parking lot, slipped into his Firecracker red Dodge Charger and raced out, heading in the director of Jenny Shepard's house. Little did he know, he wouldn't be the only one there. He raced along the highway praying to get there in time, by placing a blue siren on the top of his hood. As he entered suburbia, he turned his siren off and placed it back into his car. He rolled by Jenny's house, just as she was entering her house, sticking a gun out his window, as a parked car on the side of the road did the same. Both had a silencer attached.
Jenny Shepard, unlocked the dead bolt on her house and began to twist the doorknob when a bullet entered her body and another skimmed her ear and lodge its smashed self in her wooden door. Her body fell on her porch as blood leaked from her back onto the cement, flowing down the steps like a waterfall. She gasped for a breath as her heart slowed down. She tried to reach for her phone but she didn't have enough energy. Jenny Shepard laid almost lifelessly, with no one coming to her aid, face down in the sun, as each throbbing pulse, release more blood out of her body.
A/N: Well as I finished writing this story, I felt as if it was incomplete. So depending on the replies, I might write a prequel. We'll see. Thanks again for reading!
