A/N: Enjoy. :o)
Ducky was extremely worried about his friend, both of his friends. Jenny was strong but she obviously missed Jethro. She didn't talk about him and looked like she was trying not to cry whenever his name came up.
As her medical proxy, he was able to look at her records. He had looked at them when she had first become Director. He had wanted to see what had happened since he had last seen her. He also wanted to make sure that she hadn't been seriously injured.
When he had first looked at them he had been sure that he was looking at the wrong ones. Her records said that she had a miscarriage, after she was shot in the stomach. To his knowledge she had never been pregnant, but from the look of the medical records she had been pregnant when she and Jethro had gone their separate ways. Even though it was hard for him to imagine either of them leaving if she was pregnant, he had kept it a secret not betraying her confidence
Until they had found out that Jethro had, had a child with his first wife. Then he had asked Jenny about it. She had broken down crying, he remembered that day, faithfully.
She had been under a lot of stress and was not ready to talk about what had happened, not so soon after finding out about Kelly. When Ducky asked, she had played innocent and asked what he was talking about but her eyes had told him everything.
"My dear" he asked lifting her chin forcing her to look in his eyes. A solitary tear ran down her cheek.
"I had just found out, the day before." She started her voice wavering "I was chasing a suspect when a man took the shot. It hadn't had time to sink in, I wasn't prepared. I just…" she trailed off unable to continue
"You never told him?" Ducky asked her gently
"No, no I just couldn't. It was never the right time" she told him
"Were there any problems with the procedure?" he asked, slipping into medical mode
"I can't get pregnant, they told me there was too much scar tissue" she answered just a hint of sadness in her voice. She had obviously come to terms with it.
She had been inconsolable when she had learned of his first daughter. She was still upset when anyone mentioned it.
But now it was Jethro that he was worried about. The day she had left for LA Jethro did some digging, looking to see why she hated the frog so much, and what evidence that Fornell had that would make Jenny want to kill. Ducky could only imagine what Jethro had found out. He didn't even know if Jenny had told Jethro about the miscarriage.
NCIS-Past
He flipped open the file and was surprised when the first thing on the top was a write up of Jenny's career. He skipped to what happened after she left.
On April 26, 1999 Jennifer Shepard was treated for a gunshot wound in the stomach, inducing a miscarriage. She was three months pregnant, and was aware of the pregnancy at the time of the shooting. Medical records suggest that she had been tested the day before, at a routine doctor's appointment. Scar tissue and miscarriage will result in improbable repeated pregnancy.
When Jethro read these words he was shocked. April 26, was just barely two months after Jenny had left him. At least she hadn't known when she had left; he supposed that made it better. What he hadn't understood was how her miscarriage related to the frog. He had continued reading:
Rene Benoit, was taken into CIA custody after the shooting of a Agent Shepard. He was released because there was insufficient evidence proving that he was involved in the shooting. The case remains cold. When Special Agent Jennifer Shepard was shot she was investigating the murder of Rene Benoit's wife, and presumably the kidnapping of his youngest daughter Jeanne. Rene Benoit was the main suspect.
He was slightly shocked. Obviously no one had known that La Grenouille was also Rene Benoit at the time.
Agent Shepard was transferred from the District of Columbia in February of 1999, following the disappearance of her father, Coronel Jasper Shepard. She was given a position in Tel Aviv working anti-terrorist operations. She was paired with an Agent from Mossad. She was transferred out of D.C. in order to be kept safe and away from her father's assumed kidnapper, the arms dealer La Grenouille.
He reread the first sentence over and over again. She was transferred for her safety, not because she didn't love him. But the question remained, why didnt she tell him? He was confused, from what he saw here the frog had killed Jenny's father and her unborn child. Their unborn child. The anger that she had towards La Grenouille was understandable. He wished he had backed her when he had the chance. But that was all going to change when she got back from LA.
NCIS-Present
Jenny woke up with a killer headache, she felt like she had just put her head back down after getting out clothes for Belle. She tried to stand up but when she put her feet on the floor her knees buckled and she collapsed back onto the bed. She put a hand to her forehead and raked her fingers through her hair. She was so tired, she felt weak.
She slowly tried to stand up, this time using the bed to support her. She was able to successfully make her way to the bathroom. She took a shower massaging her shoulders as the hot water relaxed her muscles. She walked downstairs and made breakfast for herself, hoping to be able to keep down food today.
Unfortunately her stomach had other plans. As soon as she had taken the last bite, she suddenly felt extremely ill. She tried walking to the bathroom, but instead was hit by a dizzy spell that caused her to collapse on the floor. The house was split up with the kitchen leading to the family room, with the bathroom off the family room and down the hall. Luckily Jenny collapsed on the carpet instead of the hardwood flooring that covered most of the house.
But when she fell, she hit her head on a badly placed coffee table and lost consciousness.
NCIS
Belle was having a great repeat GREAT day. It was her second day on team Gibbs, and with all the help that Jenny had given her with the rules, she was more than prepared to take on the daunting task of Probationary Agent. That day had started out with a crime scene.
This particular crime scene was a dead body on a ladder. The body was standing on the ladder perfectly balanced. It was a Petty Officer, who had been working on classified material in the months leading up to his death. There was a full toolbox full of new tools underneath the ladder; none of which seemed to have been used. He was clutching a light bulb in his hand, appearing to replace it in the empty socket above him.
The man was stabbed with a set of bolt cutters, ones that were a different than the rest of the tools in the toolbox set that was underneath the Petty Officer ladder. The Petty Officer had an i.d. on him identifying himself as James Nether.
He was found in his house on an Air Force base, in his garage. He was found by his neighbor. His wife gathered intelligence for the Air Force and he did desk work looking up intel and giving it to other Naval and Air Force bases.
All in all it was a strange puzzling case. But it was Belle that was able to find the connection between the bolt cutters and the reason that they were the weapon that was used against the Petty Officer. She had noticed that although the bolt cutters were a different color, than that of the ones that were usually used in the toolbox, they were the same brand and size.
NCIS
Gibbs was impressed. His black mood had been lifted by Belle. She lit up the team and provided the spark that had been missing from the Agency since Jenny died. Belle reminded him so much of her, right down to the ridiculously high heels that Belle had worn the first day.
Belle was observant and noticed things that he and his team had missed, when they had first looked at the crime scene. He wondered where she had picked up that skill. She was able to anticipate almost all the rules that he threw at her. She also carried a knife with her which was unusual for a probie agent.
Belle's, eyes were so familiar, that had a glint in them that he could have sworn he had seen before, but that he couldn't place.
NCIS
Belle had been working on the case all day and had found not only the company who made the toolboxs and the bolt cutters but she had also figured out why there was a difference in the color of the tools.
In 2005 a company by the name Dryke and Amos changed their lead product to a material that had more solid and sharp edges. When they made this switch they realized that the colors would not work the same for the different materials. Both materials had different makeup's which caused different paint to stick on the objects and certain paint fall off whenever it got heated. Therefore in order to rectify the problem they had to use a different base of paint that wasn't the same color.
NCIS
Belle had been so excited to tell Jenny what she had figured out. She knew that Jenny would be thrilled for her. Jenny had helped her so much in the past two weeks that she felt like a cross between a mother and an older sister. Although Belle wanted to get home, she had to stay and work on the case which she was more than happy to do.
She searched for another two hours through the names of all the people that had bought bolt cutters in the last six months. So much that she was seeing names and numbers burned onto her eyelids. Finally around 2000 hours, Gibbs told his team to go home and meet fresh the next morning at 0700.
NCIS
On the way home Belle sang along to her favorite song, from the movie Moulin Rouge, One Day I'll Fly Away.
"I've I follow the night"
"Can't stand the light"
"When will I begin"
"To live again?"
"One day I'll fly away"
"Leave all this to yesterday"
"What more could your Love do for me?"
"When will Love be through with me?"
"Why live life from dream to dream?"
"And dread the day when dreaming ends"
"One day I'll fly away"
"Leave all this to yesterday"
"Why live life from dream to dream?"
"And dread the day when dreaming ends"
"One day I'll fly away"
"Fly, fly away "
She belted out the last part of the song; every time she heard this song, her day was immediately brightened. She pulled up to the house and noticed that there was a light on in the kitchen, but there were no lights on anywhere else in the house. She laughed to herself imagining Jenny sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee waiting to be told stories of Belle's day.
Belle hoped out of the car, turning her key in the lock and opening the door. She shut the door behind her reaching for the light that would illuminate the living room and the front part of the kitchen.
"Jenny" Belle called out "Where are you?" she asked
As the light turned on Belle noticed Jenny lying on the floor, a little blood on the floor next to her. Dried. The coffee table that was sitting right next to where she was lying also had blood on it. Belle's heart stopped as she ran over to check if Jenny was still breathing.
Belle pressed her fingers to the pulse in Jenny neck feeling a weak pulse, make itself known. She whipped out her cell phone and called for an ambulance.
"Hello, 911 whats your emergency?" A women asked over the phone
"Hi, my name is Isabella Stevens and I live with my sister, Jenny. I just got home from work and found her unconscious on the floor bleeding from a head wound, she had a pulse but it is an extremely weak one and she is hardly breathing. Can you send an ambulance?" Belle rushed, slight panic slipping into her voice.
"Of course, what is your address?" The women asked
"1954 Amathest St. just outside of D.C." Belle answered
"Ok, help will be on the way, I'm going to stay on the line with you until they arrive. Okay?" the lady asked
Belle nodded until she remembered that the women on the phone couldn't see her "yes" she answered meakly
"Okay I need you to check the head wound to see if it is still bleeding. Can you check that for me?" The women asked in a kind voice
"Yeah" Belle answered checking the wound "the head wound is not bleeding the blood is dryed" Belle answered
"Very good, that gives her a better chance. Do you see an ambulance?"
"Yes, it just pulled up in my driveway. Thank you" Belle thanked the women for her help before running to open the door for the ambulance.
"Hi, we are going to get your sister now. Do you want to come in the ambulance?" the man who arrived asked
"Yes" she answered hoping in the ambulance after Jenny was loaded in.
NCIS
Belle paced the waiting room. They had taken Jenny into surgery two hours ago and no one had told her anything about what was going on. She was extremely worried. She couldn't just stand there and wait for on the the nurses to come and tell her she had to know right away. Ducky. He could get the nurses and doctors to talk to him and tell him what was going on with Jenny.
"Hello" Ducky answered sleppily, he hoped that it wasn't Jethro waking him up and asking him to come back into autopsy.
"Hey Ducky its Belle" She told them, "Isabella" she added after he paused.
"Sorry, dear its earlier in the morning and my brain hasn't woken up fully yet. What can I do for you?" he asked wondering why she was calling him at…he looked at the clock it was 0100.
"I'm in the hospital with Jenny and I was wondering if you could come in?" she asked him wanting to have someone closely resembling a doctor there to get the reports out of the surgeons and nurses. So far she had asked five people and they had all said that someone was going to find her when the surgery was over.
"What happened?" Ducky asked sighing. Between Jethro and Jenny he was in the hospital, five or six times a year.
"I'm not sure" she answered breaking down slightly "I got home and she was just lying there…" Belle broke off sobs wracking her small frame. This was the closest that she had been to anyone in years and it wasn't fair for her to have it ripped away from her so soon.
"I will be there as soon as I can" Ducky reassured her grabbing his coat and rushing out of the room.
NCIS
A/N: A little bit of a cliffhanger I hope you like it. I will try to update soon but it won't be within the next week. O_o (The smiley face is for Hanna who loves all smiley faces). Please Review.