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Chapter 2

Genvieve Staton was sitting in the interrogation room across Gibbs whose stare was unlike anything the team had ever seen before. They couldn't figure out if it was a stare that would want to make a suspect crumble, or a kid smile. The whole team waited on the other side of the glass, all in awe of the coming of their Director back from the dead. Though for the past thirty minutes, she has been denying the fact that she even knew where she was, let alone who they all were.

"Why are you just sitting here and not investigating Eric's death?" she asked Gibbs her green eyes full of the familiar rage that Gibbs was use to seeing in them.

"My team is now too emotionally attached to the case to gain perspective," Gibbs reasoned with her. Her eyes turned to the glass, which held his team on the other side.

"Then why am I still here being interrogated by you?" she asked him. "I told you everything I know about him -- I know it's not a lot but we haven't been seeing each other that long and it's just casual."

"This isn't about your boyfriend's death," Gibbs said the word 'boyfriend' not sticking to well with him.

"Then what is it about?" she questioned. "The whole time since you saw me you were shocked, half your team looked like they just say a ghost when they saw me. I don't know what you want from me and maybe if I did this would be a lot easier so I can just tell you and go back to my life."

Gibbs looked down at the closed file with the NCIS stamp on top. He knew that file by heart; every single detail that made him learn more about her life than the ten years that they knew each other has given him. He flipped the file so that it would be facing her instead of him; he took out his badge taking out her picture from a fold.

"Jennifer Clarise Shepard," he stated sliding the picture over so that it also faced her. It was an older picture, of him and her from a photo booth in Serbia. Her hair was still red but it was at the point that it was almost blonde because it was taken in the summer. (Her hair would turn redder during the wintertime)

Genvieve stared at the picture noting the numerous similarities between herself and the woman in the picture. It was how she imagined she would be ten years ago, though those times she didn't clearly remember. She shook her head dismissing it as a coincidence.

'I don't believe in coincidences.' she remembered being told once.

"She's pretty," Genvieve breathed out tracing the outlines of the figure in the picture.

"She died, around the time you have appeared," Gibbs explained opening the two folders that were in front of her. "Please, Jen. Jig's up, just...."

"I don't know who she is!" Genvieve exclaimed standing up banging her fists on the table. "If I did I would've told you but..."

Her confused green eyes met his pleading blue ones.

"I don't know her," she whispered "I don't even know me."

Tears threatened to fall down her eyes as Gibbs kept looking at her knowing that she has always been a great actress but Genvieve Staton's right eye wasn't twitching. Her green eyes held no mystery or secret like Jennifer Shepard's did.

Gibbs closed the two files that were on the table taking the picture and putting it back behind his badge with the picture of his daughter and Shannon.

"Someone investigating Petty Officer Eric Andrews death will be with you shortly," he said looking at her one last time.

He stood up opening the door leading to the hallway and walking out.

She wasn't Jennifer Shepard.

At least not anymore.

Maybe she never even was.

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