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A.N.: Thank you to Pandora of Ithilien and elflordsmistress for setting me straight on the name of Svetlana's lover. It's Anatoly, not Artur.

Gibbs sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had been sitting by Jen's bedside for hours, hoping that she would stir, but at the same time dreading when she'd wake up. Her skin was still too pale, a fair vision sleeping through the pain, a little colour returning in her cheeks from the blood transfusions. He didn't realise he would feel so empty when he could no longer look in to her emerald eyes. He had already resolved to help her through the recovery period, by doing anything she needed him to. He just hoped she would want him there. He had been dismissive of her overture when she had been caring for Carson, even though it cost her pride to make it. How he had wanted to say yes, but the reality was that she was just broody, the child in her house was the only reason she had propositioned him. She would always put work before him and he was afraid of his heart being trampled once again. Had he hurt hers by trying to protect his? He hadn't thought so at the time, but now he wasn't so sure. The nurse had changed her dressings half an hour ago, the only time he was made to leave the room, and he had sat right back at her side.

McGee had contacted him earlier on to let him know about the identity of the men from the Diner. Hired guns. One of the men, a Viggo Drantyev had arrived at LAX a few days before the shooting, with a woman. McGee had been trying to get a hit on the facial recognition software and to decode the numbers from the paper Mike had given Gibbs. He'd also warned him that the Assistant Director was on his way to NCIS to interfere with the investigation, great. At least some of his agents could still do what he asked. He felt guilty as soon as he thought it. True they should've stayed with her at all times, but then he knew she was their boss as well. It was her fault too; he just couldn't bring himself to blame her when she was injured so badly.

A coffee suddenly materialised in front of his face and he grunted his thank you. Tony and Ziva had been supplying him with an endless stream of caffeine, probably in the hopes of getting back in his good books. It was going to take more than that before he trusted them with her safety again. He got up from the side of Jenny's bed and wandered to the window, pulling out his ringing phone as he went. He came to a stop in front of the glass and answered.

"Gibbs"

"Boss, its McGee. I've been going over the airport footage of when Viggo arrived in LAX and I got a hit from the woman that was in a car with him. She's a Russian woman called Natasha Lencov. She didn't exist before 1999 but she made it big in import/export. I've sent you a picture message. Oh and Boss… Assistant Director Vance has arrived to take over the investigation in to Director Shepard's shooting."

"Get a hit on those numbers yet, McGee?"

"Uh… no Boss, but I'm still trying."

"I'll be sending DiNozzo and David back to DC soon to help with the investigation." He snapped his phone shut, waving the two sullen figures out of the room. "Go watch Mike." He then turned back to the window and leant his head against the pane. Things were such a mess, he thought of Tony like a son, he'd known him for years and he had trusted him with his life. But now he wasn't sure he could trust him anymore. He decided to look at the picture message McGee had sent him and nearly dropped it out of surprise. It was her. It was Svetlana. No! It can't be… Jenny wouldn't have let her live… would she?

Just then he spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head to see what it was, there was nothing outside the window but the trees and plants in the garden for patients to walk in. He shook his head, he was getting jumpy, and this case was too close to his heart. The picture of the woman who was supposed to be dead was causing him to see other things that couldn't possibly be there.

He went to sit back by Jenny's side when he heard a commotion out in the corridor. He unclipped his Sig and stepped out in to the hallway, to see a woman with her back to him, surrounded by doctors and nurses, screaming about her baby not breathing while holding her bundle close to her chest. None of the medical staff could get close to the baby for the hysterical woman's screams and wildly flailing arms. He sighed and walked closer to the scene, deciding to try and help out.

All of a sudden, she turned around and looked him square in the eye. He froze mid step, the shock preventing his mouth from working as he stared at the face of the woman from McGee's picture. The woman before him levelled her gaze at him, full of hatred and soulless torment. Then she turned on her heel and fled away from the throng of doctors towards the exit. Gibbs took off after her, desperate to stop her from escaping again.

Unobserved, a man slipped in to Jenny's room, closing the door gently as Gibbs chased the Russian Ghost.

Gibbs chased her all the way out of the hospital entrance and in to the car park, shouting for people to move out of his way as he went, as all the patients seemed to choose that moment to wander around in the corridor. She stopped ahead of him and turned to stare at him again. He slowed as he got closer and pointed his gun at her.

"You've got nowhere to go Svetlana."

She smiled at him contemptuously as the sound of skidding tires reached their ears and then she threw her baby bundle at him, jumping in to the back of a van as it came skidding around the corner. He instinctively lowered his gun to catch the baby gently, and then he fired off a few rounds in to the retreating vehicle, catching the rear window before it sped out of sight. He turned to check on the baby, only to realise it was a doll holding a letter. He plucked the letter out of the bundle, dropping the doll on the pavement and ripped open the envelope. He opened the paper and stared at the words in horror.

You took my love from me, so I've taken yours.

Two down, only you to go.

S.C.