Ten minutes later, Gibbs, Jenny, and Emily sat on the couch watching Beauty and the Beast. They had opened a bottle of wine, and were watching the rose petals fall.
"Why did you come here tonight?" Jenny asked, taking a sip of her wine.
"Shh!" Emily said. The adults smiled. Gibbs leaned closer to her and sighed. "Diane and I are getting a divorce."
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Startled, the wine she had just inhaled sprayed out of her mouth. Emily, sitting next to them, giggled, before shushing her mom.
"Jethro!" Jenny shrieked. "You can't!" Gibbs just shook his head.
"It was her idea Jen. Just thought I should let you know." He stood up off the couch and began to walk towards the door. Jenny placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder and followed after him.
"Can we talk?" she asked simply, tilting her head. Answerless, Jenny began to lead him upstairs.
"Honey, mommy will be right back. Stay on the couch, okay?" Jenny called to the seven year old. Emily nodded, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Jethro, is this what you want?" asked Jenny.
"I don't know if you're the person I should be talking to." Gibbs shrugged. "I never should have come her in the first place." Jenny grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eye.
"Thanks for telling me," was all she said. She sat down on her bed and sighed.
"What happened with Emily's father?" Gibbs wondered quietly. Jenny looked up and shook her head.
"I can't-"
"Jen."
"I was 21, in college. He proposed to me, and I said yes. I loved him Jethro, I really did. And he loved me; we were young. And then, just like that, he was gone. He left me a note saying he was going to visit his mom in Virginia. Three days later police found his body in Norfolk."
Gibbs was silent. He knew her pain. Suddenly, the pair heard the door creak from downstairs. Jenny shot up and bounded down the stairs, Gibbs on her heels. The front door stood open, the wind blowing it. Her eyes shot to the couch. It was empty. Jenny ran over to the piece of furniture. Emily's Barbie blanket was there. Her red shoes were on the floor. Belle was dancing with Beast on the TV. But Emily was gone.

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Immediately, Jenny felt tears welling up in her eyes. Jethro couldn't believe what had happened. From a divorce, to a death, to a missing child, the night was taking a turn for the worst. Gibbs pulled out his cell phone as the redhead made her way outside, searching for a sign of the seven year old. The two federal agents found signs of a small struggle out side the door, scuff marks.
"She didn't run away." Jenny whispered. Gibbs held the phone up to his ear.
"McGee. BOLO. Amber Alert." Gibbs said. He listened for a response. "Emily...Shepard"

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Jenny and Gibbs had made their way to NCIS headquarters after searching the neighborhood. Gibbs could tell that his companion was trying not to cry. As he parked his car in the parking garage, he locked the doors and looked at her.
"Open the doors," she demanded.
"No."
"Open the damn doors Gibbs." Jenny snapped. "My daughter is missing and...and..." she trailed off, and began to cry. Gibbs reached out and held her hand in his. Jenny allowed her soft side to show for all of a minute before letting go of his hand, and following him out of the car.
"We'll find her," Gibbs promised, to himself and to her. Jenny nodded, and walked with him inside.
DiNozzo and McGee were typing furiously at their computers when the pair walked in.
"Any news?" asked Gibbs cautiously. DiNozzo shook his head solemnly.
"But all the LEOs have her description, and roadblocks are set up all around town. They can't leave town."
Jenny nodded, satisfied for the moment. She turned around and head back to the elevator.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs asked.
"To find her Gibbs."