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'The lightening strikes will make it hard to see through, but he will calm the storm inside of you' -Veronica Ballestrini

Saturday, 10am

Tony DiNozzo and Jethro Gibbs walked back into in to NCIS headquarters feeling slightly happy with them. Ali and Jenny had made both of them smile. For Tony it was the fact that she was a realistic, accepted life but at the same time she was herself. Alison Shepard was a laugh, she made jokes and sarcastic comments – but most of all she made him feel happy, made him feel like he could be himself and not have to put on an act. She was beautiful, smart and cleaver, and yet for some reason she liked him.

For Jethro Gibbs Jenny was one of the first women he had met, and already he knew he wasn't trying to compare her to Shannon, trying to get her to be Shannon's replacement – she was someone who he like for who she was. Gorgeous, clever and putting her family first. She acted younger, and yet was more mature that her years at the same time too. And that was what had Jethro Gibbs feeling like a love drunk teenager as he made his way out of the silver steel doors into the bull pen which still was not thriving with business as he had expected it to be when they were functioning with maximum case load capacity.

Both Tony and Gibbs walked with a slight spring in their step. "Where the hell is McGee?" Questioned Gibbs – well he wasn't going to let on he was happy after all anyway. And so her sat down at his desk and looked over towards the empty desk.

"Erm . . ." Said DiNozzo walking over to the empty desk where a bright yellow florescent sticky note was stuck onto his screen. "According to his little sticky note message, Probie is down with Abby in her lab." Said Tony, just as he began to look around for some superglue to amuse himself. Yet he was stopped in his tracked as he received a head slap which shattered his mood.

"Do not even think about it!" Stated Gibbs as he walked past, smirking at just how predictable Tony DiNozzo was with his pranks. Tony Looked baffled at how his boss had even known he was thinking of something when he hadn't said anything. He was slowly coming around to Abby's idea that Gibbs was psychic. And so Tony ran after his boss, squeezing between the quickly closing doors of the lift as it went down. Smiling broadly at his boss as he did so. The ride down was in silence as it always was with Gibbs. He didn't do small talk, he spoke when he needed to do so, not when it was not necessary.

As they walked into Abby's lab she was working hard at her computer screen with McGee next to her. Both of their fingers were typing furiously on the keyboard. Gibbs walked over to where he knew he music was plugged in and turned down the volume. He had previously just pulled the plug until Abby had had a go at him for losing half of the things she had had on her IPod and so she had decided it was about time he learnt at least how to lower the volume of her IPod down if he was still refusing to become technology friendly. "What you got Abs." He questioned as he poked his head ove her shoulder.

"Well oh great one, we have a lot for you!" She said with a smile before sliding her wheelie chair over the printer where she grabbed piece of paper before wheeling back over again.

"You gonna make me guess Abby?"

"No. Okay so, I got thing new toy off of the director and it takes a 3D picture of the would by using lasers to measure the distance and then you can see-"

"Abs, to the point."

"Right so basically it can show you the shape of the weapon used, I go that, ran it though the data base and it came back with a military knife given out in 1990 to soldiers who had shows outstanding bravery in Kuwait. It was a custom made one, each on engraved with a name and military ID. Now only 6 of these were ever issued. One of those to our silver fox." She said passing Gibbs a smile which he shrugged off along with the looks he received from the other two agents who were staring at him. He knew she'd find out but didn't want anyone else o know – the less the better in his eyes. After all he didn't like showing off. "But you knew that Gibbs . . . so we ran down the other names. We have five, four of whom we figure we can ignore. However the fifth, Gunnery Sergeant David Goldsman died four years ago, in his will he left his knife to his son: Dane Goldsman. Turns out the apples does fall far from the tree. He's been arrested twice on account of dealing, bailed out each time by his father. He's been under the radar for a year. Got an address but the landlord claims he hasn't seen him in a year. Rent is paid by a check under the door. Phone records show he only makes and minimal calls, and always pays by cash."

"Right, DiNozzo McGee check out the flat." And with that his two younger agents busied themselves and ran off. He turned to Abby and softly kissed her forehead "Good work Abs." And with that he left.

Saturday, 6:45pm

They'd put bolo's out on the Dane Goldsman so he could not leave the country. They'd put a bolo out on his car, and in addition to that they'd flashed his picture around all over the place. But so far they had nothing and as the day had gone on Marrow had decided to tell Gibbs and his team to go home. And so he had done so. Except somehow they'd all ended up at DC's Duke Bar. Now Gibbs stood at the bar watching as Jenny got the drinks for other customers. The bar was quiet for the moment, but he knew that it would get busier as the night went on. Tony was currently playing cards over with McGee and Abby and Gibbs got the drink. "Why hello there stranger." Said Jenny. Her tight white lose over a pair of dark washed jeans with a wooden necklace and bracelets. She smiled, and It made Gibbs want to the case to be over so they could start seeing each other properly.

"Hey." He smiled. She got the order, remembering it from the other night, minus the Scotch as Ducky was looking after his mother. She then placed the order in front of his and he held her hand as she took the money. "We have a suspect; we've got bolo's out."

"Thank you." She said smiling. And so she leant across the bar and kissed his cheek gently. "Ali is on a break outside, go tell her." She said with a smile. "The maybe you can come out with me when I'm on my break. He smiled, loving the way his life was going as he went through the back and outside the back where he saw Ali stood.

The sky was dark and the breeze cold. The stars twinkled high above and the moon was full. He looked ver and saw her leaning against the wall. One leg on the cold bricks. She wore a white shirt as they all did, it was long and baggy, with grey wool leggings, a thick black belt and a pair of black leather converse shoes. Her hair was down and loose, natural waves apart from a few layers taken back. "You just gonna stand there?" She questioned. He noticed the orange of a cigarette as she smoked, breathing out the smoke.

"Those things will kill you." He said as he walked over next to her.

"So could a bullet and yet you carry a gun." She replied. Ali turned to him and looked at the way he seemed happier in a way than he usually did.

"Does your aunt know?" He questioned, still in the same soft tone as he spoke about the cigarettes.

"Yeah, but considering I'm a boarding school girl who owns a bar there are much worse things that I could be could be doing." She said with a small smile.

"Hmph, thought you'd want to know that we've got a suspect – got a bolo out."

"Good." She said breathing out another wad of smoke before stubbing out the lit cigarette. "Make sure you kill the son of a bitch when you get the chance won't you."

And with that she walked off. He smiled as she walked away. In so many ways she reminded him of himself when he was younger. She was bold and fearless, and every word she said was full of meaning. He looked up at the stars for what felt like hours. He wondered if Kelly was still alive she'd be like Ali. He hoped that she would be, because he hoped that she would have been successful, then again that wasn't right. He knew she would have been, whatever it was she would have done she would have been amazing. "Hey." He heard a soft voice say. As he turned around he smiled, there was Jenny, two coffees in hand. She held one out to him.

"Thanks." He said smiling as he took it.

"Sorry it's not bourbon, I like a clear head when I'm working." She said.

"Not a problem Jen." He replied smiling. As he did she felt her stomach do acrobats. She hadn't felt this way about a man in a very long time. His eyes piercing blue, hair silver and attitude sharp yet soft to certain people.

"Thank you." She said looking down. "For staying out, it's cold; I didn't think you would to be fair. But thanks also for everything you are doing on the case."

"It's my job."

"Do you do this with all of your people of interest?"

"nah." He said with a smile as they both realised how close they were. His breath was warm against her cold neck. She was smaller than him, even in here skyscraper heals. She was slim, but not too skinny. Her lips were full; her eyes wide and lashes thick. She was beautiful, more so up close. And slowly they moved in. He bent down, lips softly ghosting over hers at first – giving her the chance to pull away. But she didn't, instead she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips firmly onto his, kissing him passionately. When they broke sue to lack of air both wore massive smiles.

"Wow." She said with a flushed face.

"Yeah." He replied before kissing her once more.