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Chapter 7

Gibbs was awoken by the strong smell of coffee not too far away. For a split second, he didn't know where he was until all the events of the previous day came back to him. He was in the home of Jennifer Shepard look-a-like: Genvieve Staton.

"I had a guest room, Gibbs," she said sitting down on the folded recliner setting a cup of coffee in his face. "You didn't have to stay the whole night."

"Well, it's better than coming back to escort you to NCIS. Be ready in five. The sooner we get there the better," Gibbs stated watching her walk around in the silk nightgown similar to how Jenny used to do on their ops. She felt him watching her so she turned around and faced him with an amused face, an expression he was too familiar with.

"See anything of your interest, Agent Gibbs?" she said as she went back into her room to change adding an extra tantalizing sway to her hips and she knew the whole way Gibbs' eyes had been on her.

Gibbs groaned running a hand through his face. Throughout this whole day, spending time with Genvieve Staton reminded him of the times when Jennifer Shepard wasn't a director yet. She was a fun loving woman who had the craziest ides and followed through with them. She was the one who was all for planning but still with him when he tried mischief. She had given him probably the best distraction from himself, the little grouch he had become. Genvieve Staton was the Jennifer Shepard he had fallen in love with, the same one who he had yet to fall out of love with and it was hard pretending not to.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone buzzed on the coffee table parallel to the sofa that he had slept on the previous night. Hollis' name was encrypted on the caller ID.

"Fuck," Gibbs muttered under his breath before answering his phone with the usual 'Gibbs' greeting.

"Where are you?" Hollis asked him, her tone full of concern. "We were supposed to meet up last night and when you didn't show up I came over…you haven't gone home since."

Gibbs groaned sitting up straighter all fantasies and metal images of the redhead in the other room shattered. He had committed himself to another woman and no matter what; Leroy Jethro Gibbs was no cheater. He may be a bastard but he never cheated, even when tempted. "Sorry Hol. I'm, uhm, following up on a case."

"Tony said you stepped out for coffee and didn't come back," Hollis replied curiously. She had called DiNozzo to check with him and see where his boss was but nobody in the team seemed to know where he was. There was only one person she neglected to call and she was going to use her as a last resort. Genvieve Staton, she didn't want to think that Gibbs would really stand her up to spend time with the look alike of the love of his life, but stranger things had happened to her.

"You think I'd tell DiNozzo where I'm going?" Gibbs replied trying not to arise suspicion as he saw Genvieve come out of her bedroom dressed up and ready to go just observing him from one of the couches. He had his hand up to tell her to not talk anyway. He didn't want to give Hollis ammunition… or did he?

"You wouldn't," Hollis replied sighing. "I was just worried Jethro, are you sure you're alright?"

"'M fine, Hol. I'll take a rain check for that dinner," Gibbs said looking at Genvieve the whole time seeing her raise her eyebrow, a typical 'Jennifer Shepard' move.

"Fine, tonight," Hollis replied feeling rejected. "You better show up, Jethro."

"Promise, Hol."

With a curt goodbye he hung up the phone standing up and wordlessly escorting Genvieve out of her house and into his government issued car. He looked around for any sign of Trent Kourt and noted that he was gone. He was going to have to pull some strings now.

As soon as Gibbs put one foot in the car, the distinct sound of a gun being fired echoed throughout the usually quiet neighborhood.

"Get down!" Gibbs screamed at Jenny who had ducked her head down in the passenger seat her hair and back covered by the shattered glass that used to be her window.

Gibbs hopped inside the car turning the engine on trying to dodge the bullets as he sped off knowing that with his driving technique, nobody could really catch them. He had radioed in what had happened as he looked back into his rearview mirror seeing a man in typical black get up with a gun in his hand.

"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked Genvieve who haven't moved from her spot with her head ducked down under the dashboard at the passenger seat.

"I think I got hit," Genvieve whispered clutching her aching shoulder. She sat up all too aware of the glass that covered her backside turning a bit to let Gibbs see her bleeding right arm. "I'm pretty sure I got hit."

"Damn it!" Gibbs cursed. He couldn't do anything about it now. He had to concentrate on getting back to HQ then tending to her there. He was sure that she wouldn't mind having Ducky take a look at her. After all that was how they tended to their wounds back in Europe. "You think you can make it to NCIS?"

"I…" she said sucking a breath in as she moved the wrong direction, then straightening up determined. "I'm sure I can."

"Good," Gibbs said stepping on the pedal driving faster than he usually would to get to HQ. He probably broke about fifty more laws than he usually would but he didn't want Jenny to bleed out on the seat. She deserved better than that.

"I'm sorry," she whispered leaning back and not minding the glass that was piercing through her jacket. She could barely feel herself wearing it anyway. Her drowsiness and the pain on her arm was more than enough.

"Don't lean your head back. There's glass all over," Gibbs reminded her but as he got closer and closer to NCIS he realized one thing. Leon Vance. Genvieve couldn't go in there knowing that Vance – the man that they suspected was the one behind this all – was there watching her as the one who controlled the building. In a snap judgment, Gibbs took a turn heading to his house knowing that he could just call his team over to fix this whole thing, preferably without paperwork involved.

As soon as he parked in the driveway, he ran to Genvieve's side of the car helping her out and directly inside his house locking the door this time. There was after all something important in his house.

She groaned from where she was hanging onto his shoulder trying to steady herself on her feet and not move her shoulder in any way that it would hurt. She could swear that she felt her teeth slowly grinding away as she tried to hold the pain in together.

"Jethro," she seethed trying to keep the pain at bay. "I really think you should take me to the hospital."

Genvieve wasn't a doctor in this life and for sure wasn't a doctor in her past life but she knew when things were bad. The blood that she was loosing seemed never ending and she was getting dizzy because of it.

"I called the team, Gen. Ducky should be here any minute to help you," Gibbs said sitting beside her and checking the time. "You're gonna be okay."

"You don't know that, Jethro," Genvieve whispered only to be interrupted by a deeper voice coming from the upstairs of the basement.

"She's right Jethro," Trent Kourt's voice rang clear through Gibbs' ears. "You don't know that."

"What do you want Kourt," Gibbs stated more than questioned. Jenny was gripping the sidearm that he had given her subtly knowing that if she trusted her instincts she would be able to make that shot. He on the other had, had his spare.

"It's not what I want, Gibbs," Kourt said coming down the stairs step by step agonizingly slow. "It's what my boss wants. I'm just his little puppet."

"It's good that you finally admit that, Kourt," Gibbs smirked at him. "Wanna tell me who sent you here to kill?"

"You think I'll give in that easily, Gibbs? You're mistaken."

"Well, as I see it, Grenoullie's dead," Gibbs thought out loud. "So the orders either came from Langley which I highly doubt or…. Leon Vance."

"And how, may I ask, did you come up with this conclusion?"

"Your 'Boss' doesn't cover up his tracks nearly as well as I taught him too," Gibbs replied as Trent Kourt stepped on the last step meeting their level. "Have enough to nail both of ya to the wall."

"Do you really?" Trent Kourt asked amused. He fingered the gun at his waste. "Listen, Ms. Staton. I'm really am sorry I have to do this."

Without another second he took a shot to Genvieve not anticipating that Gibbs would come and jump in front of the bleeding woman in front of him. The bullet was dodged into his left arm as he took another shot hitting Trent Kourt between his eyes the same way as Ari had killed Kate but the shot didn't come from his gun.

Before sinking down onto the couch, Genvieve Staton had fired the kill shot.

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