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A.N: I scoured the internet for mention of Svetlana's lover but never found a name or nationality, so I made it up. In my story he was a Russian man named Artur. Thank you for your reviews!
Svetlana nervously paced her hotel room, deciding something must have gone wrong. She had been waiting eagerly for word from the hit men she had hired, to confirm that they had taken out Shepard. They were late in reporting in though, very late. She felt the annoyance building up inside her chest, curling her hands in to fists. She had been patient for years now, waiting until she had the money to hire the hit men and the connections to find her the information she needed. She had waited long enough for retribution against the man who had singlehandedly destroyed her life.
Her methodology to find them had been simple. She had scoured the hotel footage from the night of her attempted assassination, looking for a good image of the young, love sick woman who hadn't been able to end her life. She had finally found one that she could use for the facial recognition software and the result she got back was surprising. She had gotten the name she wanted, Jennifer Shepard, but she had also found out that she had become the Director of NCIS. A difficult target, to be sure. She had searched her record for mention of the assassination that she had been a part of in Paris, but strangely found nothing. She had been devastated, until she had thought to hire someone to hack the NCIS database for any agents that had been in Paris in 1999, and she had hit the jackpot. Three agents had been there at that time: Jennifer Shepard, William Decker and Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
She had known that she couldn't get to Shepard; she would have been too well defended, so she had decided to go after one of the men. William Decker had been the younger of the two, and in her mind, the more likely to have gotten the drop on her lover, Artur. Finding him had been too easy, so was making him talk. He had told her that he hadn't been the one that killed her lover, Gibbs was. She had decided to dig deeper in to his file and her persistence had been rewarded. Gibbs, the man who the now Director Shepard had been involved with back in Paris, the man who had killed Artur, her whole world, was not only currently stationed in the same state, but in the same building as Shepard. It was fate.
She had been so excited to finally be in the position to avenge the love of her life that she had taken advantage of her connections. She wouldn't just kill him; she'd take down the three person team one by one, saving him for last. Killing Decker had been ridiculously easy, luring Shepard away from safety for his funeral and in to Svetlana's trap. But the men hadn't called in the kill, so she had to assume they were dead. Her phone began to ring and she snatched it up, pausing only to look at the caller ID.
"Abram, is she dead?... The men I sent?... All of them?... Where was she taken?... Check on her and call back." She hung up and sighed in frustration. This wasn't supposed to happen! She wasn't supposed to survive! She kicked the wall closest to her, her toes connecting painfully with the wall. The pain would help her focus. It was all she had now, since that day nine years ago. She would get her revenge! She'd just have to change her plans and kill her in the hospital. He would go and see her after all, wouldn't he? Well she was going to make sure he felt this loss, like she had felt Artur's. Her phone rang again as Abram called back.
"Yes?... He is?... Perfect." She smiled, calming as the plan took form in her mind. He was already there with her and Abram was in place with reinforcements at her disposal. She would complete this mission. After all, it was destiny.