A/N: So here is the next part of my story. There will be a lot of JIBBS in this one. I hope you have a good read xD

Chapter six: Paul Johnston jr.

True to her words Jenny descended the stairs to the bull pen exactly 55 minutes after her conversation with Jethro. He stood up as he saw her coming but instead of stopping a few feet away from him like she usually did nowadays, she invaded his personal space until her body brushed against his. She stood on her tiptoes so that she was nearly as tall as he was and whispered in a sultry but husky voice in his ear "I have what you need.", sending shivers down his spine.

She pulled back, looked at him with darkened, forest green eyes and bit down on her lower lip.

"Er boss..." He sent DiNozzo the deadliest glare he could master before he looked back at Jenny. Suddenly he became aware of the folder she held out for him to take. He gave her a sly grin.

"See you later" he said in this bedroom voice of his that let erupt goose bumps all over her skin.

She gave him one last self-confident smile, threw her crimson hair back and shouted "Good luck!" over her shoulder. Later he would think that he probably looked like an idiot - grinning like a fool over what he understood as a challenge.

Two government cars, accompanied by five police cars, pulled up in front of an old abandoned warehouse in the south of Washington DC.

Team Gibbs split up strategically, each member leading a team of four to five local LEOs as back-up. They searched the place thoroughly but didn't find any trace of an human being being hold captive there. After some time Ziva called out to her team mates.

"Come over here. Do you see this? In this room isn't as much dust as in the others, I bet someone has been here. I don't think we will find any finger prints or DNA samples but at least we do know now why Márisa Sanchez was here. Either she met up here with someone who she turned her back to later on and her son was taken out of revenge or she discovered something out of the ordinary and is punished now."

"I think you may actually have a point Ziva. It would make sense that she was forced to sent the e-mails to put some kind of psychical pressure on her, but she isn't our killer. That would also explain, why the smeared partial finger print we found on Staff Sergeant Jonathan Kapmann's neck doesn't belong to her."

"Good thinking Ziva, McGee. I'll have a crime scene unit being sent out here while we are going back to head quarters."

"Er, boss, could we grab some lunch on the way back? Maybe Chinese? Not that I wouldn't take anything else, I just thought..." Tony trailed off.

"You hungry?" Gibbs asked McGee and Ziva who nodded hesitantly. "Ok, David, DiNozzo, go grab lunch then."

They were just back at the bull pen eating their lunch when Gibbs desk phone rang.

"Yeah Gibbs. - Okay, we will be there in twenty." He turned to the team. "Grab your gear, that was dispatch, we have another dead Staff Sergeant with red ink on his forehead at East Potomac Park."

Gibbs got out of the car and went straight to who seemed to be the officer in charge.

"Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. My team Special Agents DiNozzo, McGee and Officer David. What have we got?"

"Staff Sergeant Paul Johnston jr., found by Mandy Tanner. He has red ink on his forehead, an extra black tie around his neck and the bones of his right hand are broken. We didn't touch anything but waited for your ME to arrive."

Gibbs just went on with Ziva and McGee following straight behind while Tony nodded to the officer in thanks before hurrying after them.

"Hey Duck, what did you find?"

"Obviously you can't miss the bullet hole on the back of his head and I dare to say that that's the cause of his death, but to be sure you will have to wait until I have him on one of my tables."

"Time of death?"

"I'd say between midnight and four AM last night. You know, this remembers me of this one case we worked on together with dear Jennifer over in Europe..."

"Thanks Duck. Tony, talk to the witness, Ziva photos and sketches, McGee bag and tag!"

Back at NCIS

When Gibbs strolled into the MCRT area of the bull pen, his team trailing closely behind him, he saw Jenny Shepard sitting on his desk with an angry frown on her face.

"Jethro, what the hell were you thinking? Were you even thinking at all? I..."

"Jen, really, I didn't do anything."

"Don't you dare Jen me now! Shawn's lawyer has just thrown a little tantrum in my office because you exactly didn't do anything. Are you unable to question his client?"

"Jen, Shawn is in interrogation. I was going to question him with Ziva, but then our latest victim was found and I thought it couldn't hurt if he had to wait before we would grill him."

"Now his lawyer will be present, though I still don't know how Shawn could even contact him."

"We'll find out eventually. McGee, you are going to bring the evidence from the scene down to Abby, then you and DiNozzo are going to look into Johnston's private and professional lives. Ziva and I are going to question Shawn. Do you wanna watch Jen?"

"I'll have Cynthia re-arrange my schedule, I'll be there in five."

NCIS interrogation room I

"I demand the immediate release of my client. NCIS doesn't have jurisdiction on a case concerning the robbery of a civilian who isn't a military dependent." Shawn's lawyer began talking the moment Ziva and Gibbs entered the interrogation room in which Shawn was hold. Gibbs gave him his trademark glare before he turned to his client.

"Open it." He slid a green folder over the table to Shawn. Hesitantly he put the first photo on the table that showed him stealing the license plates of a red sports car.

"That's you?"

"Yes sir."

"Take the next photo out of the folder." Gibbs watched Shawn execute his order. He swallowed as he saw the dead body of Dean Morrison.

"You know him? That's Staff Sergeant Dean Morrison."

"No sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Agent Gibbs, my client has already said that he doesn't know your victim. I think..."

"I don't care what you think. I wanna hear him say it."

"I don't know him sir."

"Put the next two photos on the table. - Staff Sergeants Jonathan Kapmann and Paul Johnston jr. Have you ever seen them?"

"No sir. I don't know them, I didn't kill anybody, I was in jail for possession, not for murder!" Shawn's panic gaze was drawn to Ziva who seemed to be bored and played with one of her knives.

"Okay Simon, I believe you. Now take the last three pictures out of the folder.

"That's Márisa Sanchez. The little boy is her son, Manuel, but he is called Manolo. He is four years old. I imagine he is pretty scared as he's been without his mother for nearly three weeks. He was abducted to blackmail his mother Simon."

Shawn looked at him with wide eyes, fear in his gaze. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Look at the third picture, at the car. It's a black SUV, stolen. It's the car his kidnapper drove. But that's not why you are here. Do you recognize the license plate Simon? DO YOU RECOGNIZE IT?" He all but shouted.

"Sir, I..."

"Those are the plates you stole Shawn. You know, I think you might be Manolo's kidnapper."

"Please Agent Gibbs, sir, I swear I have nothing to do with this!"

Gibbs eyes were hard as steel, so Shawn turned to Ziva.

"Lady, look at me, please. I didn't kill anybody, neither did I kidnap this little boy. I just stole those plates."

Gibbs put his hands on the table, his eyes focused on Shawn. "Then tell us what you know. Why did you steal them and for who?"

"When I came out of jail, I wanted to change my life, I wanted to be someone. You know, no more drugs but a job, a girlfriend, maybe kids. But I didn't find a job and I was desperate, I didn't know how I should pay for food or my apartment, so I told my friends they should tell people about me, that I was looking for a job.

"One day, someone called me, didn't say his name but that he needed a new set of license plates. Told me that I should "look for them" in the north of DC. I was to bring them three weeks ago to a suburban address he would give me, the next day, if he received them, I would find $10,000 in cash in my mailbox.

"Sure, I knew it was illegal, but it was too good to be true. I stole the plates, but I have absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this mess."

"Ziva, give Abby the address to which he brought the plates. Tell her she shall check the area for security cameras, then tell Tony to call Metro Police, we have their guy."

"Okay Gibbs, I'll meet you in the bull pen."

When Gibbs came out of the interrogation room Jenny waited for him with a smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You know Jethro, normally I would congratulate you now, but I am still too shocked about the amount of words that left your mouth. I never assumed that I would hear you speak so many words at once one day." She teased.

"I think I remember correctly that you always talked enough for the both of us. " He smirked at her.

"Well, at least that explains why I am better at politics than you are. I talk to them before I threaten to shoot them."

"Who says that that's a threat?" She laughed at that, a sound he had grown to love in Paris, ages ago, as they made their way back to the squad room.

"I'll be up in my office if you need anything Jethro."

"I'm going for coffee later. Do you wanna tag along?"

"Sure I'd like to. See you then."

"Yeah, see you." They parted ways at the MCRT section of the bull pen. "DiNozzo, what have you got?"

"Hey boss, Abby just called, there aren't any surveillance cameras near the location Shawn gave you, the guy is good. It seems as if he knows every part of the city by heart. Unfortunately the call placed to Shawn came from the same telephone cell from which Márisa Sanchez was called and he also hid his face from the cameras this time."

"What about Staff Sergeant Johnston? McGee?"

"I digged into his private life boss. Johnston was put up for adoption right after his birth. He was raised by Anne Johnston and her late husband Paul Johnston sr. who died 2002. His biological mother was minor when she had him, his father is unknown, and Anne Johnston said that he never seeked any contact with his biological family."

"DiNozzo?"

"I searched his professional live. I talked to his CO, Gunnery Sergeant Andrew Campbell, who told me that Johnston was involved in a joint Army-Navy Operation at the Pentagon. I called the head of said operation, Army Colonel Micheal Eric Sanders, he'll be here in about twenty minutes."

"Okay, good work you two. I'm going for coffee, I think I'll be back when he comes." Gibbs pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Jenny's number. "Hey Jen, you coming? I'll meet you in front of the building."

The run for coffee was for Jen like a blast from the past. It felt like they were partners, best friends, all over again. Laughing, flirting, talking about anything but their jobs, just enjoying themselves and a cup of Jamaican blend from the coffee shop down the street. On the way back, Gibbs had his hand on the small of Jenny's back and it felt so familiar to her that she unconsciously leaned more into his side. He put his arm around her waist and hold her close, not intending on letting her go soon. Also in the elevator they didn't pull away from each other, even as they strolled into the bull pen, they stayed int this very same, intimate position.

In front of Tony's desk stood a tall, blond man, wearing an Army uniform. He seemed to be talking to Tony who pointed to them. The man turned around, wrinkled his forehead a little and looked at them.

"Hello Jennifer."

Yeah, I know cliffhangers are awful, but I am already writing the next chapter so you will know about the relationship between the two of them (Sanders and Jenny) soon.

I hope you enjoyed reading, please tell me what you think!