Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat in a cold dark office. The place was nice, bright yellow walls with zebra accessories. The heat was turned up to about 75 degrees. It wasn't really the room that was dark and cold. It was more of the feeling that came with it. Crying men and women, some pregnant some not sat in the different chairs.
A feminine voice called his name, and he stood up to talk to that woman. She was black with dark, short curly hair. Her name tag named her Amani. "You must be Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Got a name I can call you?" she asked. It wasn't a flirty way of asking, definitely professional.
"Gibbs" he said.
"You here for you or someone else?" she asked.
"Someone else."
"Wife, girlfriend, friend, buddy or enemy?"
"Co-worker" the pitch in his voice drove her to ask her next question.
"Sorry to ask but you ever sleep with this co-worker?" she asked. He almost had the nerve just to walk out, but he knew what he had to do and who he had to do it for.
"Yeah"
"Okay I got someone just for you. You wait and see. Our doctors here are top-notch. You ain't gettin' nothin' better then this. Her name is Abigail Chaffee. Room 120."
Without another word he went off to find the room he was directed to. A woman sat behind a desk in a bright red room. She was certainly beautiful. She had curly brunette hair and a clear face.
"Have a seat" she said.
He did so sitting in a chair across from the desk.
"Can you explain to me why you are here? Please include your name and other information. I am making a personal profile of you."
"Don't need to. I'm not here for me."
"Please sir may I have your name?"
"Gibbs"
"And who are you here for?"
"Rape victim"
She stood up. "You aren't comfortable sharing this information with me are you Gibbs?"
Silence.
"Fine then I will do the talking. For you all I need are yes or no answers. Was she raped this month?"
"Yes"
"This week?"
"Yes"
"Is her behavior different?"
"Yeah a little. Why are we doing this?"
The woman smiled. "I am going to tell you the truth Gibbs. This is going to be harder on her then it is on you. Answering just simple yes or no questions will hurt her more than you can imagine. I am going to get what I can out of you first. Whatever I have left goes to her."
An eerie silence crept into the room again.
"How is she acting different?"
"She's having flashbacks, nightmares. She doesn't want to be at home or alone for that matter. She hates closing her eyes. She hates any touching or any 'get well soon' crap."
"Most rape victims are going to have flashbacks and are going to have nightmares. It is better to talk about it as soon as it happens then to pretend like it didn't happen. The 'Get well soon crap' reminds her of things. Touching triggers flashbacks. I would recommend bringing her in. Is there anything else I should know?"
"She thinks she might be pregnant."
"And her name is?"
"Jenny."
At NCIS, same day.
There he was again wondering where someone was. This time however it was Gibbs rather than Jenny. Ziva sat down trying to do paper work. The constant yapping of her co-worker made it hard to focus.
Kate was on the phone with someone who was annoying her even more than Tony. Whatever she was doing must be important.
McGee had his nose stuck in the computer which wasn't unusual for the probie who was called McGeek due to his love for computers.
Kate finally hung up the phone and stood up to speak.
"That was Bryan Zimpsy with the FBI. The other rape victim who was rushed to the hospital was announced dead there. Suicide."
There was a short moment of silence until Ziva managed to come up with something to say.
"What about the other girls?"
"They were dead at the scene" McGee said.
"Well that means Director Shepard is the only one left to identify him" Kate said.
They looked at each other for a while and then Gibbs walked in.
"Umm hey boss we got an issue." Tony said.
Gibbs paid him no attention as he went off.
"Tell Kate she's in charge" he said. Tony looked insulted.
Gibbs rushed into the directors office while she was on the phone.
"Yes. Mhm I understand. I am going to have to put you on hold sir I have a meeting now. Tomorrow? Yes that's fine. No I'm fine. Thank you." she said hanging up the phone.
"Any news on the case?" she asked.
"Don't know Jen I just got here... Did you know rape victims heal better with therapy?" he said.
A mix of anger and fear mixed into her eyes.
"You didn't" she said strictly folding her arms across her chest, standing up.
"Her name is Abigail, Jen. She's a lot like you."
She looked as if she was going to cry. "I do not want any therapy Jethro especially not with some stranger."
"I will be there if you need me" he said in a comforting voice.
"D*** it Jethro i don't want your support or your... help I just want to be left alone!" she screamed probably loud enough for the agency to hear. Noticing she was yelling she froze tears strolling down her cheeks. "What am I doing?" she asked.
Quickly she wiped the tears away. "I appreciate the help Jethro, I really do, but I don't want this. Cancel it"
"No"
"That's an order."
Her being boss was going to be harder than he thought. "Please Jen give it a week."
She wanted to scream or maybe just disappear and melt into a puddle. "Fine." she said giving in. "A week" she said.
A/N: Sorry I have to do this but I tried it the other way and it didn't work out, so 3 reviews required for the next chapter. I hope this chapter is ok because I really didn't know what to do with it, but I needed a hold up chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review if you are enjoying, and don't forget 143!
-SASHA