No, I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't updated this story in, what has it been, a week? But I've had no time to write at all, I actually had to write the last bit of this in the car (when I should have been studying, I admit) because that was the only moment of free time I managed to snag. Well, read on!
Disclaimer: NCIS isn't mine, but the awful Coronel later in this story is. I know, it sucks.
"What on earth happened!" Abby yelled, bounding into Autopsy, a test tube of suspiciously smoking liquid clutched in her slightly shaking hand. "Seriously! One minute I was breaking the case, by the way, the brother did it, and the next you're telling me that everything we've ever worked, and meddled, for might be gone? Explain!"
"Mr. Palmer?" Ducky asked, turning to a very nervous Palmer.
"Well, it's kind of a funny story actually..." Palmer began, shrinking back towards Ducky at the sight of a very angry, and quite possibly lethal, Abby Sciuto. "So, um... I was at the coffee shop next door, a woman, apparently Heather Shepard, the director's sister, came up to me and started asking me all of these questions about Jenny while we ate sandwiches..."
Abby stared incredulously at Palmer for a moment, sharing a look with Ducky, before flinging the test-tube into a trash can near the door and practically exploding herself. "PALMER! HOW ON EARTH IS THAT A FUNNY STORY!" She yelled, whipping out her phone.
"I don't know!" Palmer cried, his glasses fogging up as he turned bright red.
"Next time, don't talk to creepy strangers in coffee shops without knowing who they really are! By the way, who was she really? I mean, we all know she was strange, but she could have just been another agent totally in love with Gibbs." Abby said, shaking her head as she calmed down.
"Ummm... According to Dr. Mallard, she was someone named Ryan?" Palmer replied, his eyes widening as he observed Abby go from her usual pale complexion, to slightly green, to light pink, to all around tomato red.
"WHAT!" She yelled, making Palmer jump in surprise. "Why didn't you say so earlier! I gotta call Timmy, Tony, and Ziva!"
"What for?" Palmer squeaked, wondering what was going to happen to him when four angry agents were all in the same room with him.
"We're having a conference! You don't expect us to be able to get rid of Ryan on our own, do you?" She answered, holding the phone up to her ear. "I'm going to get Gibbs and Jenny, I'll be down in five!" Abby yelled over her shoulder, running out of the room. "Oh, and Ducky? Don't let Palmer outta your sight again! Or the next thing you know, he'll have accidentally sold his soul while trying to order pizza."
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Entering the elevator, Abby slammed her hand against the button for the Squadroom, biting her lip as she waited for McGee to answer. Of course, right when everything was finally sorted out when it came to Jenny and Gibbs, Ryan forced herself back into the picture. She never could catch a break, could she? Wasn't her life already stressful enough? Between rushing to solve every case out there, to wondering if Gibbs was going to show up before she figured out what killed the victim, Abby wondered if she'd ever get more than a five minute break to just sit down, and drink some Caf-Pow!
"Abby?" McGee's voice asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.
"McGee! Okay, we have a major problem! You need to get into Autopsy NOW!" She yelled into the phone, clenching her teeth while the elevator made a stop at one of the lower floors for a few anxious Probies.
"Why? What is it, is everything okay, Abby?" McGee questioned, sounding concerned.
"Of course it's not okay! I don't have time to explain, though, so you, Tony, and Ziva better just get your butts down to Autopsy now! 'Kay? Bye!" Abby ended the call, sighing in relief as the elevator's doors finally opened to reveal the Bullpen.
"What do you mean, 'we have to get our butts down to Autopsy or Abby will kill us'?" Tony whined, glancing up at McGee from his computer, where he was currently about to win the game of Solitaire he'd been playing as he pretended to work for the last hour.
"Did Abby say what she wanted?" Ziva piped up, hoping to finish the case they were working on quickly so she could head home to the book she'd just started, but knowing that that wasn't possible if she now had to go down to Autopsy, do whatever Abby wanted them down there for, and then, however many hours later, break the case.
"No… She just said that we have a major problem and we need to get down there right now." McGee said, glancing at his phone and obviously regretting hanging up so quickly.
"So tell me why we have to go down there right now, then, if we don't even know why? Come on, McGee, Abby probably just wants to show us some cool new function that Major Mass Spec can do. Or, what if she has another poor, helpless dog down there for you to take in? Do you really want to hurry down there if you'll just be leaving with another dog named after one of your coworkers?" Tony asked, his eyes straying down to his computer screen once more. "Can't she wait five minutes?"
"No she cannot!" Abby announced, marching into the Bullpen and head-slapping Tony. "Tony! This is a real emergency! You're game of Solitaire can wait." She said, brushing her hand across Tony's keyboard nonchalantly and quickly shutting it off.
"Hey! I was about to win that!" Tony whined, hopping up. Abby just glared at him, turning to a slightly scared looking McGee and grabbing his wrist, pushing him, Tony, and Ziva out of the Bullpen and towards the elevators
"I'll be down in a minute! Ducky will explain everything!" She yelled as she raced towards the staircase, scrambling up the stairs, her heart pounding as her mind created hundreds of gruesome scenarios in which Ryan always ended up either killing Jenny or shipping her off to some desolate island, never to be seen again.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Abby sprinted towards Jenny's office, dodging around amused agents until she finally slammed headfirst into Gibbs.
...
"Whoa! Abs!" Gibbs exclaimed, holding onto Abby as she swayed back and forth, shaking her head.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!" Abby yelled, grabbing Gibbs' arm. "We have a GIANT problem!"
"What is it?" He asked after a moment of silence, in which she just stared at him with wide eyes.
"Oh! Jenny might die! We need to go get her and run back to Autopsy; everyone's already waiting down there." Abby announced, attempting to drag an unmoving Gibbs towards the Director's office. "Gibbs! Come on!" When he still didn't budge, she turned around so that they were face to face, her lips pursed. "Ryan's back and Ducky and I think she's gonna try to kidnap Jenny or something evil like that."
"What?" Gibbs asked, astonished. Here he was thinking that Abby just had another list of baby names to show him, while out there somewhere Ryan was plotting her revenge?
"It's true! We gotta go save her!" This time, though, Gibbs followed, heading straight towards Jenny's office without a second thought.
"Um, Special Agent Gibbs, you can't go in there!" Cynthia said, hopping up as Gibbs stormed past her, his hand resting on the door handle.
"Why not?" Gibbs asked, actually not caring but knowing that if he interrupted another one of Jenny's meetings with SecNav, the Secretary might have a conniption.
"Director Shepard's having a meeting with Coronel Anderson and he has a super busy schedule and can't reschedule any other time, sorry…" Cynthia trailed off, knowing that it was a lost cause once she mentioned the Coronel having a tight schedule.
"Oh he has a tight schedule? Well, I wouldn't want to impose or anything! Because I'm sure that this guy is much more important to Jenny than her husband." Gibbs snapped, throwing the door open with a bang.
Gibbs glared at the young and rather handsome man sitting across from a laughing Jenny, feeling the urge to reach forward and head-slap that smirk right off his face. Jenny was currently giving the soon-to-be-seriously-injured-if-he-kept-this-act-up man googlie eyes, smiling the golden smile she usually just reserved for one special agent at him. The Coronel reached his hand forward, just barely brushing his fingers against hers as he reached for his glass of water, his smile widening as she turned a light shade of pink.
His death glare intensifying, Gibbs wondered why Jenny hadn't noticed him there yet. Here he was, trying to save her life from a crazy Psychiatrist, or whatever Ryan was, and Jenny was just living it up with some guy half her age. How old was this dude anyways, twelve? As the Coronel muttered something else under his breath, sending Jenny into another fit of giggles, Gibbs felt his heart get consumed with something he hadn't felt for a long time, well, if you counted since the idiot new employee at the coffee shop winked at her that morning. Jealousy.
Clearing his throat, Gibbs watched with wicked amusement as Jenny looked up at him, stunned, and her face turned a darker red. Yanking her hand away from Anderson's, which she was practically gripping onto for life, she quickly transformed back into the work version of herself, the version she usually only was around annoying new agents or SecNav, certainly not around Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"Agent Gibbs…" She said, not revealing an ounce of surprise as he glared at her.
"Director." Gibbs muttered, his voice as cold as ice. He felt like he'd just been stabbed in the gut by one of Ziva's paperclips, like he knew it wasn't the end of the world yet he still couldn't rid the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Had Jenny finally gotten tired of him and decided that she really didn't want a husband? He'd always known there was a chance that that would happen, but that was back when they first started dating, not over a year later from that first encounter in the alleyway.
"Can I help you with anything?" She asked, her tone slightly annoyed.
"No, nothing at all." He replied, slamming the door behind him as he marched past an astonished, and slightly teary, Abby, the only desire in his heart being to build a new boat, but this time not name it after one of his ex-wives. No, this new boat would be named something that would tear his heart apart with every new piece of wood he added. It would be called Jenny.
Well that was a suckish ending. But no fear! This story is NOT over, and in the end Ryan will be gone, Anderson will be alone in some pit, and all will be well in the world of Jibbs! Or so we hope… By the way, who saw the season finale? I LOVED it! Well, mostly :P Spoiler Alert: Ryan's gone! :D :D :D I reeaaallllyyyy hope we don't ever have to witness another episode with her in it AGAIN! And, since Cote de Pablo, Mark Harmon, and David McCallum have all renewed their contracts we know that Ducky, Abby, Ziva, Tony, and Gibbs are alive. But what about McGee! He was all alone! :O Anyways, that's all… Review please! :D