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She ran, ran and ran and ran as fast as she possibly could. At each corner she pushed on, knowing instantly the quickest route off the ship she had spent so many years onboard. Jenny thanked god in that moment for spending her first year on Destinies peak learning the quickest routes around. But as she ran, she prayed, and hoped with all she could muster up inside of her that she could make it off the ship alive. She prayed for Jethro, that he would stay safe and not risk his life in some stupid act of heroism; she prayed that Ziva would stay with NCIS, with Gibbs and the people that were her true family. Jenny prayed Abby would forever be her bouncy happy self who gave one crushing hugs and brought a smile to the faces of all who knew her, Tony his pain in the ass self who was the pool player and that McGee would always be the hidden backbone of the team and his quiet observant self. Jenny felt the heat rising behind her as the time ran out and the flamer shook through the ship, and she did the only thing she could think of and jumped onto the wooden dock. Her legs carried her far. She landed on the front, arms instantly going to cover her head from the flames and silently hoped it wasn't the end.

The flames passed over her, only briefly touching her, yet still leaving angry red marks on her bare hands and wrists as it went. Yet it wasn't the fire that caused this woman who everyone knew was someone special, someone magical, the damage, instead it was the smoke. It was the thick, muggy, chemical infested smoke that filled the air. As her breathing slowed and her eyes fluttered shut and she went into a more peaceful place.

-two hearts forever intertwined-

He pushed away the men's restraining arms as soon as the flames had subsided enough and the smoke had slightly cleared enough to see. He ran, not wanting to lose her. Not wanting to have to be the poor sod who told Gibbs the love of his life was dead, 'don't shoot the messenger' would be a phrase that would be blown into smithereens. Gibbs was a man Mark had learnt to respect, he'd thought of him as an overprotective, fists first, pain in the ass of a boyfriend when he'd nearly hit him for talking to Jenny. But then he'd gotten to know the other man and realised that after spending nearly 3 years watching as sleazy politicians drooled over the woman he loved but couldn't have, wanting to hit someone younger, good looking and talking to her would be reflex. Mark had learnt that Gibbs was a marine, and now the two men had a mutual respect for one another.

But as Mark ran over to the now subsiding burnt remnants of the ship the red head had devoted her life to, he thought of the family she had waiting for her in DC and wondered why the hell she had run onto a ship she must have known would bring about her demise. But then Mark remembered the man whom she had gone on to bring off, the family that lieutenant had waiting for him at home; the wife whom he had married only months before and the little baby everyone knew was the apple of its father's eye, and all of a sudden he realised why she'd done it. Jenny had been willing to sacrifice her life so that a new born baby could grow up with a father, and that knowledge made his respect for her rise even more than he thought was humanly possible.

Mark reached the beginning of the smoke and saw all the debris that had been burn and thrown massive distances. He saw parts of the wooden dock still on fire, and black patches with flames roaring up. Then he saw a flash of dull red, a hope, a wish, a spark inside him lit up and he moved over, placing the cuff of his jacket over his mouth in a hope to block some of the smoke entering his lungs. There she lay, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Kneeling down he spun her over to see her pale complexion covered in grey. He pulled the collar of her shirt and pressed his fingers to her skin hopefully. There he felt it, so faint he thought he was imagining it, then again, and again. She was alive! Only just but she was alive. Picking up her light form her travelled through the smoke, hoping she'd be able to muster up that final bit of will power needed for her to pull through. "Come on Jenny, fight! Fight for the team, hey, fight for Abby and her hugs, McGee and his book, Tony and his pools...fight for Jethro, fight for the man you love Jenny!" He whispered as they walked over to the crowd. "Call an ambulance" he shouted as he lay her down on the floor. He put his head to her mouth and listened for a breath - none. "Jenny! Jenny wake up! Don't make me kiss you, Gibbs would kill me!" But she didn't answer. So he tapped back her head to open her airways and began to push of her chest, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...30. Then he listened for a breath before blowing air into her lungs, and repeating the process. He did it again and again, not leaving her side until the ambulance came. Mark with a shaking voice told them what happened as they strapped on an oxygen mask. Remembering his promise to Gibbs that he would keep the redhead safe he got in the ambulance and travelled to the hospital with her, the whole time talking to her, begging her o wake up and pull through. But as soon as they arrived at the 1960's concrete building she was wheeled away to ICU and he was left with simply the knowledge he'd broken his promise. Picking his phone out of his pocket he dialled the familiar number of Gibbs.

"Yeah, Gibbs. " Answered the gruff marine.

"Its Mark."

"What happened?" Gibbs knew instantly something was wrong.

"There was an explosion, jenny...Jenny got off just in time but she's unconscious. Gibbs, I-"

"Never apologise-"

"It's a sign of weakness, yeah I know. South Hampton General Hospital, England, she's been taken to ICU. I don't know anything else."

Gibbs never replied to Mark, in a mixture of shock and worry he walked out of the bull pn, muttering to DiNozzo he was in charge. Gibbs left, left without another word. He ran down the back staircase into the garage and headed for the airport.

That day was one neither Mark nor Gibbs would ever forget. Mark stayed at the hospital all day, and all night. Telling the doctors he was Jenny's younger brother. They believed him, and so when they had checked her over and completed procedure he went to her bed side and just looked at her pale, still body, and swallowed the fast forming lump in his throat and the tear filling eyes. Mark stayed there, he didn't know how long, all he knew was that it had been dark for hours by the time he fell asleep, his hand still firmly gripping onto hers the whole time.

Hours after arriving at DC international airport Gibbs arrived at the hospital, go bag from the boot of his car in hand and worry etched on his face. When he arrived at her bed he gently woke Mark up. He smiled briefly at the younger man. "She's comatose, three cracked ribs, serious burns on her hands and wrists, severe smoke inhalation - it doesn't look good Gibbs. And I know what you say but between friends, I'm sorry." He patted the older man's shoulder before leaving the room. And as Gibbs sat down beside her, he let a single tear fall from his marine exterior.

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