A/N: Here's the second chapter! Hope you enjoyed the first and thank you for the reviews…
He sprinted down the stairs and nearly knocked a couple of people over before he reached his desk and got his badge and gun, and then he ran to the elevator. He looked behind him but there was no one there his team was still at the bull-pen.
"Today!"
Gibbs slammed his hand against the elevator door startling everybody in the office and getting his team to hurry with their gear over to the elevator.
They hurried to the truck. Tony held on to Ziva's hand as Gibbs raced to the crime scene at what felt like the speed of sound.
The breaks announced their arrival, several people jumped in shock and turned towards the noise. They watched as Gibbs jumped out of the truck and hurried towards the area that was sealed off.
"He didn't even tell us what to do! Why do I have the feeling he is not telling us something?" Ziva asked her colleagues as they got their gear out of the truck and followed Gibbs to the crime scene.
Ducky was just taking the liver probe out of the body when Gibbs arrived.
"He died 30 minutes ago from what looks like a single gunshot to the head. I'll know more after the autopsy of course."
"Name?" He asked Ducky and Palmer. They must've noticed the slight change in his voice because they both took a good a look at him.
"Are you alright, Jethro?"
No, he was not alright. He was very close to passing out. But he didn't say anything instead he just glared at Ducky waiting for him to answer his question.
"Right… name. According to the lads library card his name is Jordan Fleming."
Ducky looked at him strangely when he whispered "Thank God", but he didn't care he was just so relieved that it wasn't Parker. Yes, he hadn't met Parker and didn't even know what the kid looked like. Just the thought of it being Parker was enough for him to think about his own two girls he lost so many years ago.
As Gibbs stood there Tony started sketching the crime scene. Ziva started taking pictures while McGee took out his portable fingerprint scanner to confirm the kids ID and to find out more about his parents. They glanced at Gibbs a couple of times each of them more worried and concerned.
He came out of his thoughts when Ducky said "I'll see you back at the Navy Yard, Jethro." The ME gave him the look that clearly meant they were gonna talk later. So Gibbs nodded knowing he couldn't avoid the talk no matter how hard he'd tried.
"Hey, what's the Doc doing here?" DiNozzo suddenly said getting the attention of the whole team.
And he was right, there she was. Sitting on a bench, with her arms around a boy's shoulders.
"Who is the boy?" Ziva asked.
Gibbs knew of course who the boy was, but chose not to answer. He was also thinking about something else, he wasn't too sure what to do now. Should he go over there or should he leave them alone?
He decided to run with the secret third option, he was gonna call her. So he dialed her number and hoped she was going to pick up.
Gibbs looked as she dug through her purse to find her phone. And he was very pleased with himself when a little smile graced her face when she saw his name on the display.
"I'm surprised you waited so long before calling?"
"You guys okay?" He asked getting straight to the point.
"Yeah we're fine. Do you need to talk to Parker? I don't know if that's such a good idea right now." He liked that she didn't go into PsyOps-mode, right now she was in the caring-mother-mode.
"Do you think I need to talk to him?"
"Jordan was his friend, they were supposed to meet for lunch, but Parker was a little late." He watched as she stood up so she was out of Parker's earshot. "Was the bullet meant for Parker?"
It was the first time he had ever heard her voice sound scared. All Gibbs wanted to do was rush over to her and wrap his arms around her and calm her down.
"I don't know yet, but we're working on it." He didn't want to say it, but he probably had to talk to Parker. Very often the friends knew more than the parents.
"So what you are saying is that you have to talk to him?"
"Yeah" He could see she didn't know where to put her hand, she was nervous and worried.
She took a deep breath before answering "Is there any way we could do that in private with no cameras and no interrogation room?"
He understood she was protecting Parker. "I can be very creative. I promised to keep your secret." He could see the relief that washed over her face, even though he was yards away.
"Okay. Where and when do we meet?" She was back on the bench again with her arm around Parker's shoulders.
"You guys could come over for dinner? I'll throw some steaks on the fire."
"Okay, we'll be there."
For the second time she smiled, but this time she looked directly at him and he couldn't stop returning it with one of his own.