A/N: This is the second chapter of my story, I hope you enjoyed reading the first one and will go on here.

Chapter two: Pictures

Exactly five minutes after their conversation in the squad room, Jenny Shepard stepped out of the elevator and into the parking garage of NCIS headquarters in Washington DC. Purposefully she strode through the semi-open area to the car of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He opened the door on the passenger side for her before he went to his side to drive them to her Georgetown townhouse.

"Jen?" he asked, but she remained silent. He glanced at her sleeping form and realized he had not noticed that her breathing had evened out. Her head rested against the window and her crimson hair cascaded over her shoulder down her side. It had been a while since he had last seen her that peaceful. All her sorrows and worries just seemed to leave her when she shut her eyes.

Quietly he shifted his gaze back to the nightly streets of DC. Soon after that they arrived in front of Jenny's home. When he whispered her name softly to wake her, she just stirred a little in her sleep and mumbled something incoherent. He got out of the car and opened her door. Then he stroke her wavy hair softly. "Jen, you have to wake up. We're at your house."

Slowly she opened her eyes and observed her environment lazily for a few moments before she became more and more aware of her surroundings. Suddenly she realized where she was and looked abruptly straight into his eyes.

"Jethro?" She sounded still as if she was half asleep. "We have a little problem. My car is still at the Navy Yard."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Does 05:45 sound good to you?"

"Yeah, that's perfect. I guess I'll see you then?"

"I walk you to the door."

"Jethro, that is really not necessary."

"Yeah, well, I know."

He put his hand on the small of her back and proceed to walk her to her door. When she tried to find the lock with her key, cursing the absence of a light under her breath, he bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"Night Jenny, sleep well."

Out of the blue she was incredibly thankful for the darkness around them so he couldn't possibly notice the blush on her cheeks.

"Good night Jethro, see you tomorrow."

With a smug grin, he sat down in his car and drove to his house on the other side of town.

Anthony DiNozzo was late for work. Again.

"Come on, come on, come on!" He pushed the button for the elevator like a maniac. It was 06:05 and he had the indubitable feeling the moment Gibbs saw him, he would be headslapped into next week. When the elevator came to a halt at the bull pen floor, he ran to the section of the MCRT yelling "sorry boss, I didn't mean to be late, but my..." he trailed off. "Where is Gibbs?"

"He hasn't been here yet. Lucky you."

"Gee Ziva, can't you just be happy that I won't die because of a headslap?"

The familiar bing of the elevator stopped the beginnings of their first fight for that day and Jenny and Gibbs, both with a coffee cup in their hands, stepped out of the elevator and paced towards the team.

"Morning Ziva, Tony, Tim. I guess I see you later Jethro and thanks again for last night." was the last Jenny said before she went to her office. Tony started grinning like a mad man as he began instantly a new discussion in their chatroom.

Tony: Has she really just said "thanks for last night"?

Abby: Who has said that?

Tony: The director. To Gibbs!

Abby: Aww, that's so cute.

Ziva: That don't need to mean anything. They were partners back in the day and for all we know that was probably meant in a platonic friendly way.

Tony: Do you really think that?

Abby: Does that mean we are going to get a Gibblet?

Tim: What's a Gibblet Abbs?

Abby: Gibbs and the director's child. Or would that be a Jibblet?

"If you three don't stop gossiping about my and the director's private lives and analyzing our conversation immediately, you'll be on desk duty a whole month!"

Tony: We will talk later.

Ziva: Bye Abby.

Tim: See you later Abbs.

"Agent Gibbs, Director Shepard wants to speak you in her office ASAP." Gibbs looked up and saw the director's assistant Cynthia Summers in front of his desk.

As usual he took two stairs at a time, strode through Cynthia's outer office, and banged the door to Jenny's office against the wall.

"Ma'am, I'm really sorry, I just couldn't..." Cynthia's head appeared in the door frame while she tried to explain Gibbs' entry.

"It's okay Cynthia. Just close the door, please. Jethro, I just briefed the SecNav on your case. He wants results and he wants them fast."

"And what do you think I should do now? You know as well as I that if there aren't any hints there is nothing you can do!" He began to get angry.

"Maybe you could speak to Kapmann's friends once again?"

"Jen, don't be ridiculous. Ziva interviewed all of his civilian friends, McGee everyone in his unit and I his CO. Tony searched his apartment and we checked everything in his personal and professional lives. We don't even have a suspect Jen. It's the same with the first victim Dean Morrison. I have no idea why they were killed." At the end Gibbs sounded as defeated as he could get to defeated.

"Okay, I'll talk to the SecNav, buy you some time."

"Thanks Jen."

She gave him a soft smile, knowing how rare a "thank you" from his mouth actually was. They watched each other a few seconds long in silence as suddenly his cellphone started to ring.

"That was Abby, she said she found something. You wanna come too?"

"I'd like to."

When they went into Abby's lan, Gibbs kissed her cheek and gave her her long missed CafPow!

"What have you found Abbs?"

"Gibbs, you won't believe it. Actually I didn't believe it myself at first. It's really kind of scary though, don't you think McGee?"

"Abby, my patience is wearing thin."

"Okay my silver-haired fox. Timmy here and I went through Kapmann's e-mails again, because of your rule always double-check and there we found this." She brought a mail with a picture of the dead body of the Staff Sergeant attached to it on the screen.

"It was sent from an internet café on L Street exactly 36 hours after his death. Timmy, you wanna go on?"

"Sure thing Abby. So we checked also Dean Morrison's e-mail account a second time. He too received 36 hours after his death a photo of his dead body, but this e-mail was sent from a café near Anacostia Park."

"McGee, you and I go to the internet café on L Street, Ziva and Tony shall go to the second one near Anacostia Park. I will interview the staff and you'll look for the computer from where the e-mail was sent. Ziva and DiNozzo do the same."

"Jesus Ziva, if I wanted to die on the job, I would catch a bullet and wouldn't let you kill me by giving you the car keys."

"If I let you drive, the killer would shoot at least two other Marines before we even arrive there."

Ziva stopped the car in front of a modern large internet café.

"This guy is rather clever. There are so many people in there, it is nearly 100% anonymous."

"On the other hand they have surely video surveillance in there, so if we find the computer, we may be able to identify the killer."

Purposefully the two strode towards a large wooden desk in the middle of the lobby. On the sides were about thirty-five desks with computers. Tony gave the girl behind the counter his trademark smile while he introduced himself.

"Hi, Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS, nice to meet you. This is my partner Officer David. We need your surveillance videos for Friday, January 6th and a list of all your customers that day as well as a list of the IP numbers of your computers along with a map that shows which number belongs to which computer."

"I can give you the video tapes and the map with the numbers, but our costumers don't need to identify themselves. They rent an access to a computer for any amount of time and usually pay in cash."

"Thank you anyway. If you remember something, give me a call. Here is my card."

Gibbs and McGee hadn't more luck either. They got the IP numbers of the computers and the surveillance videos but also this café didn't require an ID and didn't accept credit cards. While Gibbs, Tony and Ziva searched a second time Dean Morrison's apartment to find something that linked him to Jonathan Kapmann, McGee and Abby checked the surveillance videos. Besides several childhood photos they didn't find anything helpful so they were happy when Abby called with good news.

Gibbs paced with a CafPow! in his hand in Abby's lab.

"What have you found Abbs?"

"Gibbs, Tony, Ziva! Timmy and I were able to trace the e-mails back to the exact computers from which they were sent. So we cross-checked our discovery with the surveillance videos and that's what we found."

McGee tipped a few keys on his key board and started the video on the plasma screen.

"There, in the upper left corner." Abby pointed out a small petite woman. "She's our guy."

So guys, what do you think?