A/N: First of all, thanks for the reviews. I was over the moon :D. Second I noticed that Gibbs is a little OOC, he actually shares voluntarily information with Jenny. I liked it though so I decided he can go on like this. It won't hurt him if he socialize a bit from time to time. Enough said, have fun reading.

Chapter four: Man in black

Chapter two

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

Current chapter

"What are you waiting for? When I come back I want to know everything about this woman. From the moment she was born 'til today. I'm going for coffee." Gibbs went towards the elevator. He stopped shortly in front of the lab and shouted over his shoulder "Good work Abby, McGee."

Impatiently waiting for his usual black coffee Gibbs stood in line in his favourite coffee shop. His gut was churning about this whole "red ink case". Something just didn't quite add up. He felt as if someone was making fun of him – he knew something was out of place, that there actually was something odd about this woman, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Agent Gibbs, sir? Here's your coffee." The girl behind the counter said shyly.

"Make that two." He would ask Jenny about it. She had some kind of a sixth sense when it came to weird cases, a bit like his gut feeling.

"Agent Gibbs?" He put a ten-dollar bill on the counter.

"Keep the change" He ordered gruffly, took the coffee and left for the Navy Yard.

When the elevator doors slid open, Gibbs could already hear his team's bickering. Sometimes he had trouble understanding that he worked with full-grown adults and not with a bunch of three-year old toddlers.

At the moment Ziva looked like she wanted to kill her partner the most painful way possible with the nearest available weapon, what in this case seemed to be a pair of scissors. DiNozzo had probably thrown paper balls at her. Again. He would headslap them both, just for good measure.

*whack*

"Boss, I didn't do..."

"Don't tempt me to headslap you again!"

"Right boss. Shutting up."

"Gibbs, the director is waiting for you in MTAC." Ziva told him.

"Jen, you wanted to see me?" Gibbs asked as he handed her the second cup of coffee.

"Thank you Jethro. Yeah, it's about Staff Sergeant Kapmann. His funeral is scheduled for tomorrow and SecNav insisted on a press conference afterwards. What shall I tell them?"

"What you always tell. You are the politician Jen, but if I were you I would tell them with a smile."

Jenny gave him an angry stare. "Okay Jethro, let me rephrase my question. What did you find out?"

"McGee and Abby were able to trace the e-mail with the photos back to the internet cafés from where they were sent. Thanks to the surveillance cameras we have a clear picture of the face of the woman who sent them. The team is trying to figure out who she is."

"But?"

"What but?"

"There's something you aren't telling me, isn't it?"

"I have a gut feeling about this one. I don't believe she's able to murder somebody in cold blood and then stage the body. She seemed to be petrified, desperate and not like some sadistic bitch that enjoys taking photos of people she murdered."

"Well, let's concentrate on finding her first. We could go check up on your team?"

"Let's go then."

"So what have you got?" Gibbs gruff baritone sounded through the bull pen.

"I checked the traffic surveillance around the internet café on L street. I could follow her for about five blocks until she disappeared in a backyard here." McGee brought a map of the area on the screen. "From there you can go through an alley to a several parking lots without any cameras around. Someone must have picked her up there because she didn't leave the area again on foot. I don't get any pictures of the back seats of the cars though so I can't tell in which car she was. I put a BOLO out on her nevertheless."

"Ziva?"

"I contacted a few friends of mine, see if she has any known associates and stuff like that. Turns out that no-one even knows her, so she doesn't seem to be a criminal."

Jenny nodded lightly in Gibbs' direction, Ziva had just confirmed his suspicions. "Agent DiNozzo, what did you do?"

"Well I think she looks a lot like a latina so I thought maybe if she's immigrated recently we could find out who she is. I called immigration and they sent me the photos of all women who immigrated in the last twenty-five years. I'm running the picture of our mysterious lady through the data they gave me."

"Good thinking DiNozzo."

"Thanks boss."

"Jethro, I have to go up to my office again. Call me as soon as you find something."

"Boss!" Tony yelled from across the bull pen.

"DiNozzo my eyesight may be getting worse, but I am certainly not deaf!"

"Sorry boss, won't happen again. I've got a match on our mystery woman. Name's Márisa Sanchez, twenty-seven years old. She has a four years old son, Manuel, called Manolo, whose father is not listed on his birth certificate. She has lived in the US for the last six years. I've got an address."

"DiNozzo, Ziva, grab your gear and go down to the parking garage, McGee, gas the car. I will brief the director. Meet you in ten."

Half an hour later they arrived in front of a decayed apartment complex. They found Márisa's apartment easily.

"Federal Agents, open the door! Do you hear me, Miss Sanchez? Open up, now!"

"Shall I break the door open boss?"

"No need to DiNozzo. I'll pick the lock. Watch and learn."

Not thirty seconds later the door opened soundless. Their weapons drawn they searched the rooms for possible occupants. "Clear!" shouts sounded through the unnatural silence.

"Looks like Márisa got into a fight." Ziva said from the living room. "The glass of the couch table is broken and her books and her personal items lie on the floor."

"Boss, someone left a message on her answering machine a little over two weeks ago. It says 'You know what to do if you want him back. He misses his Mama.'"

"McGee, call Abby, tell her to trace the call. DiNozzo bag and tag, David photos and sketches."

A chorus of "Yes, boss" echoed through the flat, then they worked in silence for the next few minutes till McGee cellphone began to ring.

"Boss, that was Abby. She traced the call back to a telephone cell not far from the alley where our first victim, Dean Morrison, was found. She also checked the surveillance videos of the area. At the concerning time a man wearing black clothes placed a call to Márisa Sanchez landline, then he called a cellphone number, presumably Márisa's. Abby is about to verify that."

"I just knew Men in Black have something to do with this!"

"DiNozzo!"

*whack*

"Do we have a picture of his face?"

"No, he hid his face from the cameras. But we have a general description."

"Okay, Tony, Ziva, you're ready?"

"Yeah boss, comin'"

Later that night, Gibbs strolled into Jenny's office with two bags of take-out in his hand.

"Good evening to you too Jethro." Jenny said sarcastically.

"I brought some Mexican food. I have burritos, tacos, quesadillas, and nachos with salsa." He took her bourbon and two tumblers out of her liquor cabinet.

"Go ahead, make yourself at home." She tried to look angry, but couldn't bite back a smile.

"Come here Jen, lean back and enjoy the evening."

After she had taken off her heels, Jenny sat down on her couch, swallowed a sip of her bourbon and tasted the food.

"That's quite delicious Jethro, good choice."

"Don't sell yourself for short Jen, your bourbon isn't half bad either." She slapped him lightly on the arm but laughed nevertheless.

"So Jethro, tell me about that case of yours."

"Well, Márisa Sanchez hasn't been at her home for the last sixteen days. Obviously her son had been abducted and she had been blackmailed into doing something still unknown. We found a message on her answering machine telling her she knew what she had to do if she wanted her son back. It was a male voice. We traced the call back to a telephone cell near our first crime scene, but we couldn't get a picture of the caller.

"Besides that, her living room furniture has been destroyed and her personal items searched. The little forensic evidence we found on that is currently down at Abby's"

The rest of the meal they spent in silence, occasionally sipping on their bourbon. By the time they finished eating, they had both drunk too much to drive and Jenny got more tired by the minute. She leaned back and put her head on Jethro's shoulder. In return, he put his arms around her shoulders, letting her head rest on his chest. Her eyes dropped shut soon and she was sound asleep. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, grasped the blanket from the other end of the couch and laid them both down on it. He encircled Jenny's waist with his arms and put her head on his chest once again.

And with Jen in his arms he was asleep in a matter of seconds.

So did you enjoy reading? I am not entirely happy with the ending, it's a bit too cheesy for my liking...

School starts again Monday so I won't be able to update as regularly as I did the last few days.