Hey! For the first time in weeks I'm updating on time! Yay! This chapter took me forever to write so I hope you enjoy. So, read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS but since I've been writing a multitude of NCIS stories for the past six hours, I really wish it was.
"Mom! Can you drive me to my soccer game?" Justin called down the stairs, yanking his socks up over his shin guards.
"No, sorry Justin! You're gonna have to get a ride!" Samantha Ryan yelled back up, looking back down at her plethora of materials laid out on the dining room table.
"Come on, Mom! You never drive me anywhere! I always need a ride! What are you doing anyways?" He asked, bounding down the stairs, a soccer ball in one hand and a pair of cleats in the other.
"Nothing! Here, I'll call Jason's mom, okay? Maybe she'll give you a ride." Ryan responded, quickly throwing the tablecloth over the table, covering the items.
"Mom, Jason moved to San Francisco four months ago." Justin said, entering the room and staring incredulously at his mom. "Seriously, do you even pay attention to me anymore? All you do is sit in the office, doing random 'research' or whatever you call it on the computer. You barely go to work anymore, maybe once or twice a week, and I've been cooking for myself for the past eight months."
"I'm busy, Justin. I told you." Ryan replied, going through her mental checklist, making sure she had everything.
"I checked the history on the computer, Mom. Who's Jenny Gibbs and what does NCIS have to do with anything?" Justin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Justin! You had no right to do that!" Ryan yelled, looking at her son like she'd just seen him for the first time in months.
"Yes I did, Mom! I'm worried about you! What are you doing now, anyways? What's under that tablecloth?" Justin questioned, walking towards the table.
"Nothing, Justin. Look, I'll call James! He can give you a ride!" Ryan suggested, smiling.
"Stop changing the subject, Mom!"
"Do not talk to me with that tone of voice, mister!" Ryan yelled, backing up so that she was right next to the table, holding the tablecloth down with the back of her hands.
"What's under that tablecloth, Mom?" Justin asked, the fear barely showing in his voice.
"Nothing."
"Show me."
"You're going to be late for you're game." Ryan said, clenching her hands into fists. She had to act fast or Justin would discover what she was planning to do in less than twelve hours.
"I don't care. Tell me what's on the table, Mom." Justin replied, taking a step forward.
"No."
With that, Justin lunged forward, grabbing the corners of the tablecloth and pulling, whipping the cloth off the table and revealing what his mom had been going out at all hours of the night for the past week to collect.
"Mom..." Justin said, baffled. He gulped audibly, taking in the scene before him. On the table were two ropes, a knife, a gun, some sort of pills, a flashlight, a hammer and two keys. "Mom, why do you need a gun?"
"Justin! I told you already, go!" Ryan yelled, pushing Justin back. Her son looked totally surprised, rubbing where her hand hand had just come in contact with his shoulder. He ducked under her, reaching for the gun, knowing that if he could just get it, he could take it to the authorities before someone got hurt.
Justin had done more than just look at his mother's history, he'd done a bit of research of his own and had found out who this Jenny Gibbs chick really was. She was the director of NCIS, the wife of the guy his mom had been raving about a year ago. And she was in trouble. Justin knew how his mom got when she was researching someone for Psy-Ops, she went overboard, felt it was her job to find out everything about them, and if they were a threat to anyone, she'd inform the local police or the FBI or whoever so that they could handle it. Except this time it was different, this time he knew she wasn't going to take it to the FBI, she was going to take care of it herself.
Ryan yanked Justin back, throwing him across the room, but not before he could grab the closest thing to him. Looking up with a scared expression, Justin leaped up, sprinting past his mom and out the front door, his mind set on going the only place he could think of. He had to tell someone, and he knew just who to tell. And he had to get there fast, before his mother really took matters into her own hands and killed Jenny Gibbs.
...
Jenny Gibbs walked down the staircase leading to the bullpen, rolling her eyes as Tony threw paper balls at McGee, who was shooting him annoyed glances. "Hey!" Gibbs yelled, looking up from the case file he was working on. "Cut it out you two!" His eyes flicked to Jenny, who was walking towards his desk, an amused expression etched on her face.
"I'm heading home early, Jethro." She said, reaching his desk.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Gibbs asked, standing up and shooting Tony a warning look.
"No, I'll be okay. I was once an agent, you know." Jenny replied, rolling her eyes.
"Okay. Don't do anything rash on the way home, though." Gibbs said, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers for a short moment.
"Like what, go faster than 60? I'm not you, Jethro, I'm sure that won't be a problem." Jenny said, laughing as she turned and made her way towards the elevator.
"Night Director!" Tony, Ziva, and McGee chorused.
"Jinx, you owe me a soda!" Tony bellowed, jumping up.
"What? I do not owe you a soda, Tony. Why would I?" Ziva asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Its an expression, Ziva." McGee explained. "Basically, Tony's trying to force us to buy him sodas."
"No, no, no, McGee. I'm not forcing you. The rule is." Tony said, shaking his head.
Jenny rolled her eyes again as the elevator doors slowly shut. Reaching forward, she pressed the button marked L for lobby and waited as she slowly moved towards it. Once the doors opened once more, she slipped out and moved through the large room, saying goodnight to everyone who crossed her path. When she reached the front doors, she made for her car, heart set on driving home quickly and then relaxing, maybe with a hot cup of coffee. Actually, maybe she'd call Ducky and ask if he wanted to come over for dinner. Then at least she'd have someone to keep her company while she waited for Gibbs to come home, which probably wouldn't happen until there were less than five hours until the sun rose.
Pulling out her cellphone, Jenny quickly typed in Ducky's number, holding the phone up to her ear as she slipped into the driver's seat of her car. After just a few rings, her old friend picked up, his voice as calm and welcoming as ever.
"Hi Ducky. It's Jenny. I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner? I'm sure Jethro's not going to be home for hours." Jenny said, sincerely hoping he didn't have other plans.
"Of course! I'll be over at seven, is that alright with you?" Ducky asked, smiling.
"That's fantastic. See you then, Ducky." Jenny replied, grinning, as she pulled out of the NCIS parking lot.
She ended the call a moment later, pulling up to a stoplight. Her trip home was short, due to the fact that she broke her promise to Gibbs and did in fact speed over sixty in her rush to get home. Pulling up to the curb, Jenny hopped out of her car, slamming the door behind her. Walking up to her front door, she wasn't surprised to find it unlocked. No matter how many times she told Gibbs to lock it, he never listened, always just asking her what someone would want to take from him in response.
Dropping her bag by the door, Jenny sat down on the couch, sighing and closing her eyes, happy the day was over and she could finally relax. Suddenly, a voice sounded across the room from her and Jenny's eyes flashed open. She felt an incredible sense of Déjà vu as the figure stepped out from the kitchen in front of her, giving her a grim smile.
"Hello Jenny." And then the world went black.
...
"Special Agent Gibbs?" Gibbs sighed, turning around to see a Probationary Agent walking towards him, holding a boy by the wrist.
"Yeah?" Gibbs asked, his tone unintentionally threatening.
"Um, this boy says he needs to speak with you." Tony, Ziva, and McGee all looked up, curious.
"Thanks. I'll take it from here." Gibbs replied, motioning for the boy to step forward.
"You're Special Agent Gibbs?" He asked, the worry in his brown eyes apparent. Gibbs nodded, wondering who the boy was and what he wanted with him. "I'm Justin Ryan."
Tony and Ziva gasped, looking wide eyed at Gibbs, who seemed unfazed. McGee had jumped up, drawing his gun at the name Ryan. When he realized there was no apparent danger, he sat back down, still clutching the gun just in case.
"Okay. So why are you here?" Gibbs asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think your wife's in danger. Your wife is Jenny Gibbs, correct?" When Gibbs nodded, he continued. "My mom, she's gone a bit crazy. I think she wants to do something to her, kill her maybe. I'm not sure. All I know is that she's done nothing but research her for like the past year and when I came downstairs today she had a gun, a knife, and a bunch of other things laid out on the kitchen table, all ready for her to use. We don't have much time, I came right here but I think she might be on her way to kill your wife, or at least kidnap her. Do you, um, know where she is?"
"At home." Gibbs said, his stomach dropping.
"This isn't good. I think that's where my mom was going first. I'm really sorry, Agent Gibbs." Justin said, biting his lip.
"Tony, Ziva!" Gibbs yelled, scaring the two agents half to death.
"We're going to alert Metro Police and put out a BOLO for Ryan's car!" Tony said, turning to his computer while Ziva began dialing the phone. .
"McGee!"
"I'll track the Director's cellphone!" McGee replied, typing furiously.
Gibbs looked around the room, the scene almost completely identical to the one from a year before, when Jenny had been kidnapped by Maxim. Except this time, it was Ryan who they were dealing with, the woman who had gotten into each and every one of their minds, seen their fears, and knew how to outsmart them. And they had practically no leads. How were they supposed to find Jenny now?
Ring! Gibbs looked down, where his cellphone was ringing on the corner of his desk. Grabbing it, he flipped it open, pressing it to his ear.
"Jethro?"
"Duck?"
"Listen Jethro. I just got to your house, Jenny invited me for dinner. And when I got here, she was gone." Ducky said, the concern showing through his voice.
"I know Duck."
"Well, what are you going to do? How are we going to find her?" Ducky asked, looking around the empty room, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I have no idea."
Dun dun dun! I know, Ryan. :P Did you guys know that she's now in the character select? I had no idea! That's the worst news I've heard since I found out that she's supposed to be in season 10 as well. Well, review! :D