Author's Note: I bet this is the worst NCIS fic you have ever read but I like it. So, what the hell? Enjoy.

Oh, and this chapter might seem somewhat OC.

Chapter 2
A man in a black hooded jacket walked toward Gibbs. He saw the gun. "Federal Agent."

Mike voice ran through his head. The bullet ripped through Gibbs' shoulder.

"Steven," Gibbs said. He lowered his gun

Two men tackled the boy into a booth. He was crying. "I'm sorry," Steven managed to say.

Later that day Gibbs sat working on his boat. "Why didn't I see you, Jen?" Gibbs asked to no one.

A voice in the back of his head was telling him that maybe she did not want to see him. Maybe she was still alive.

The sensible side of him knew that she was dead. He had seen her die. He did leave the diner right after he said he loved her. He pretended to never have been there.

"I love you, Jen. I always have."

Gibbs left the diner. He slammed the door of his car closed. He was soon far away from the diner. He felt a twinge of guilt but no one could know what happened in that diner.

Gibbs still felt guilty. He picked up his phone and dialed an dead friend's number.

"Hello?" asked a way to familiar voice.

Gibbs said nothing, as his heart momentarily stopped.

"Hello?" the voice asked again.

Gibbs took a deep breath. "Jen?" Gibbs barely choked out.

"Damn," muttered Jen at the other end of the line. "Um, no," Jen muttered in a fake accent.

"I know that's you, Jen."

"Fine," Jen said in her normal voice. "Before you start hating me, and Ziva and Tony and Ducky and Mike, hear me out." She sighed heavily. "After you left Ziva, Tony, and Mike found me. I was barely alive. Mike took me down to Mexico to protect me."

She coughed, and then continued. "Ziva called me when Mike died. He had a will. His daughter-in-law, granddaughter, and surprisingly me were the beneficiaries. Mike left the house to Leyla. She let me stay. Jethro, I am so sorry. And, please don't kill Ziva, DiNozzo, or Ducky. They were helping me."

"Don't-" Jen knew Gibbs was going to start up with the rules bull.

"Say you're sorry it's a sign of weakness. I still remember." She smiled as she said those words.

"Jen, I am coming to get you. I can be there by tomorrow."

"No. I will come to D.C."

"No. I am coming to you." Gibbs started to climb the steps to the first level. "I am not losing you a third time."

"Fine."
Gibbs snapped his phone shut. He was not going to lose Jen a third time. But first he had to have some questions answered.