Jenny had found herself letting Gibbs' team take over the investigation. DiNozzo and Gibbs were at her house, collecting evidence. She stood in the kitchen, watching them. Feeling like she was helpful was the only thing keeping her going.
"Jen...Jenny!" Gibbs called. She looked up.
"Oh. Yeah?" Jenny answered, melancholy. Gibbs held up an evidence bag containing several hairs.
"Not all Emily's," he said. Jenny nodded.
"Can we...can we get DNA evidence from it?"
"I'm assuming Abby can," DiNozzo replied. Jenny left her post sitting on the kitchen counter and walked over to the agents.
"I'll take it."
"You sure?" Gibbs asked protectively. He looked into her fiery green eyes. "You got it," he answered his own question.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Jenny Shepard wasn't thinking straight. Her life was a blur. She thought she was in love first, and then her child was abducted. That's why Jenny never let anyone she worked with know about Emily. She didn't want to put her baby's life in danger. Obviously it was a bit late for that, she thought to herself.
Abby's doors opened with their familiar 'whoosh.' Simple things like that were constants in her life, and she was grateful for their presence. The orange walls of NCIS, the elevator door, those things would never change.
"Jenny..." the Goth said as she noticed the redhead's presence.
"Hey Abs. Can you run these for...us?"
Abby nodded eagerly. "Anything!" she said. Finally, unable to contain herself, she reached over and gave the other woman a hug. "I'll call you when I get the results?" Abby asked quickly. Jenny shook her head.
"I'd rather stay here."
"No problem!"
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
A man stood in front of her. In his arms was a seven-year-old redhead. Emily. He held a gun.
"Answer me! Answer, or she dies." his voice rang through her head. She shook her head.
"No...I can't! Don't..."
"Jenny..."
BANG.
"No!"
"Jenny, wake up! Are you alright?" Abby exclaimed. Jenny shot up.
"Yeah. S-sorry Abs. Did you get a match?"
Abby didn't answer.
"Abby!" shouted the older woman. Abby nodded her head violently.
"Yes...I did."
"Who? Abby, tell me who?" demanded Jenny.
"Diane."
A/N: Sorry. That was a bad chapter. But please, review this story, and let me know what you think...or give an idea? Thanks y'all.
(I'm not Southern. I just wish I had an accent.)