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Down the street...

Sienna lifted the cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply. Her fathers, the man who had nearly ended her life so long ago and the man that had pretty much saved her from herself, in the same room...it wasn't a good thing. Sienna could only imagine the pain her father would inflict on Buck. She shook her head, stabbing the end of her cigarette out on the pavement, pausing only enough to take another out and light it up.

"Great..." she mumbled to herself. "Your entire family's gonna be in jail for murdering some peice of shit that you brought into their lives...way to go Sienna. Way to fucking go."

"None of this is your fault, my dear."

Sienna lifted her head, her eyes meeting those of the medical examiner Gibbs had referred to as Ducky.

"They send you after me?" She asked him.

"Not at all, Mrs. Cena." Ducky smiled. "I was actually just out for a quick walk and saw you, thought I'd offer to escort you back to NCIS."

Sienna looked at him skeptically. Ducky smiled even wider, offering his arm. Sienna hesitated a moment, then put her cigarette and smiled faintly. Rising to her feet, she slipped her arm through his.

"I would be honored, Dr. Mallard. Thank you." Sienna told him.

"Just Ducky, m'dear. " Ducky chuckled, patting her hand before beginning their walk back. "No need to be formal."

"Alright, Ducky it is." Sienna smiled. "Has anyone ever told you Ducky, that you are the Prince Charming of this era?"

Ducky laughed. "Prince Charming? No, never that. Although, a former lady friend did used to call me her Lancelot. I was eighteen ..."

Sienna smiled, listening to the words spilling from the older man's mouth. It was going to be an interesting walk back to NCIS, to say the least.

...

NCIS- Bull Pen

Gibbs and DiNozzo stepped out of the elevator doors and abruptly halted. Their usually neat and tidy workspace had been transformed into a chaotic

free-for-all with Sienna's family charging the way. On the receiving end was one, Buck Rawlins, and caught in the middle were three rookie agents, Officer David and Agent McGee.

As DiNozzo rushed to rescue his partners from the clutches of the angry mob, Gibbs climbed on top one of the desks. His fingers slid right inside his lips and he blew. Everything came to a stop as a loud squealing whistle was heard.

"That's enough!" Gibbs yelled.

When all eyes had turned to him, he pointed to their prisoner. "Get him out of here!"

As an agent did his bidding, Gibbs turned to the others left. After a few seconds of silence, he narrowed his eyes. "Where the hell is Mrs. Cena?"

"Right here, Jethro." Ducky said, walking out of the elevator with Sienna on her arm. "Mrs. Cena was kind enough to indulge an old man with a walk around the building."

Ducky winked at Sienna, offering her a smile before turning it back to Gibbs. "I do apologize, Jethro. I know I should have told someone, but from the looks of this place, I'd say you all had your hands full."

Gibbs looked at Ducky, then over to Sienna, then back to Ducky. He was pretty sure that wasn't the way it went down, but he didn't press it.

"Fine." He said. "Everybody with me."

He turned heading to the conference room, expecting all to follow. Sienna and her family stayed right where they were, watching as the other three agents started following Gibbs. Sienna gave a soft sigh as Tony looked back and motioned for her to follow. She really didn't want to go in there, but she didn't really have a choice and so... she followed, with her family right behind her.

"Look, Agent Gibbs...I apologize, on behalf of everyone, about the incident in the other room." Carol said as she took a seat. "Emotions are just very high and..."

"That's not what this is about." Gibbs interrupted. "It's about the case."

Mark frowned. "The FBI said the bastard confessed...that the case was closed."

Agent Gibbs nodded, turning to Sienna's father. "FBI's is. Ours isn't."

"We've had some new evidence come along that points to the possibility of someone else still being out there." Tony said, coming forward. "A woman, more specifically."

Tony's announcement had brought rage from the men and panic from the women. At once the questions had flooded the room, each person demanding answers. And answers were given as well as they could be. The truth was that despite all the mounting evidence they had against Buck Rawlins, they had only one piece of evidence that pointed away from him, letters written from latex gloves, and Sienna was quick to point that out.

"That's it? That's what your going off of?" she asked, shaking her head. "Look Agent Gibbs, I appreciate you wanting to cover everything, but...your grasping for straw here. You have the man you want. My.. " she paused, unable to say the word. "That man...in there...he did it. He did everything. I know he did."

Jeff looked over at Sienna. " Sen...maybe we should listen to them...they could be right."

Sienna shook her head. "No! They aren't right. He did this...I know he did this. He's ...He did it." The words trailed off as a single tear slid down her cheek, she took a breath trying to calm her nerves. "You've done a great job Agent Gibbs, you and your team...but he confessed...that's good enough for me."

Sienna rose and left the conference room without waiting for a reply from anyone. Mark watched his daughter leave, then gave a silent message to the rest of his family. One by one, they filed out until there was only Mark and Senior left.

Mark looked at Gibbs. "She's my daughter. If you think there's even the slightest chance she could be in danger, you have my full attention."

Senior looked over at Mark, then to Gibbs. "Whatever you need from me, just name it."

"I appreciate that." Gibbs nodded. "She's right. The letters aren't much to go on, but we've gotten more on a lot less."

"What makes you so sure this isn't over Agent Gibbs?" Mark asked.

Gibbs looked at the two men sitting in front of him. "My gut."