Kate
A new case for Gibbs team brings with it some interesting discoveries and revelations for the whole team. How will they cope when the truth unravels itself?
by Kate
Rated: Teen (PG-13)
Published: 1st January 2010
Description: A new case for Gibbs team brings with it some interesting discoveries and revelations for the whole team. How will they cope when the truth unravels itself?
Disclaimer: NCIS and its characters don't belong to me. They never have and never will. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to return them when I'm done.
Authors Notes: My New Years Resolution for 2010 is to write at least a one paragraph story snippet each day. Two days into the year and I've already got the beginnings of what looks to be a promising new story. Hopefully with a bit of luck and determination I'll remain on this path and actually get back into fan fiction writing. I'm not sure how long it will be between updates with my hectic schedule but I'm determined to do this, and do it well. This first chapter is short and is just an introduction of what is to come, but hopefully it will get better as it progresses. All comments, good or bad are welcomed and encouraged. I need to know what you're thinking here. Is it worth me continuing with this or should I give up now? This is dedicated to my best friends at college who have helped me to renew my interest in fan fiction writing when I was starting to give up on it all. You know who you are guys, and you're the best.
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PROLOGUE
I stand by my office window looking down on the city below me. The weather has been unusually chilly recently and a slight breeze is causing the leaves and litter on the floor to rustle about. The grey sky above threatens rain and people wrapped up in hats, scarves and thick winter clothing is testament to how cold the temperature out there actually is. Minutes pass by in silence with me just watching the view from my window, thinking about how my life is going right now and what bought me to where I am today. A knock on the door breaks me from my thoughts and I return to my desk before calling for them to "come in."
The person on the other side of the door enters my office and after shutting the office door behind them, they stand in front of my desk facing me and waiting for me to acknowledge them.
"Jethro," I greet emotionless, "What brings you in here today?"
"You know exactly why I'm here Jen," he answers gruffly, "Why did you let Fornell's team take over our case?"
He's being surprisingly calm about all of this, usually by now he would be yelling and causing me a major headache.
"Because," I say simply, reluctant to impart upon him the information I have just received.
"Because of what Jen, talk to me; tell me what's going on here?"
I turn away from him and pace back over to my window, staring out of it in the effort to gain the courage I need to tell him about the newest case I have planned for him and his team.
Finally turning back around to face him, I answer his questions. "I've got a new, more important case for you and your team to work on; one that requires your full attention."
He simply stares at me silently, waiting for me to inform him of the nature of this new case.
I push all my emotions to the back of my mind, dangerously aware of how close this case is to me personally. I pick a plain manila folder up off my desk and hold it out to him, indicating for him to take the file from me. He does and I pull my hand back sharply as a bolt of electricity passes between us. This case is bringing up feelings and memories that I thought were long forgotten and buried deep within my conscious.
"A 9 year old girl, raped and murdered in her own home," I start reciting the details of the case, pushing aside my feelings and concentrating on only the case file. "Her friend who was with her at the time narrowly avoiding the same fate; the prime suspect is the girls uncle, an aircraft pilot onboard the US Ronald Reagan who was home on leave at the time of the attack."
With that I dismiss him to present the case to his team and begin working on it, all the time not telling him that the only witness and girls best friend is our daughter, Amy that no one but me, Ducky and the family of the murdered 9 year old know about.
CHAPTER 1
"Ok, gear up," Gibbs yells from the middle of the stairs leading down into the bullpen from my office, "We've got a case."
I watch from the catwalk as he sets his team up to go out and work on this case, all the time wondering how he'll react when he meets Amy and finds out about her heritage. Will he bring her back here to NCIS headquarters? Will he be mad? Will he even recognise my close friend, Josephine from Paris, who I have got looking after Amy whilst I'm at work? They did meet once, over 10 years ago when we we're on a long-term undercover mission out there. Josephine was the owner of one of our favourite cafes, but her business was destroyed by a shootout during the course of our mission. Once the mission was over, I came across her in Spain a few years later and we've stayed in touch ever since. I helped her find a deposit to find a house and set herself up again. When I returned to America, she came with me, and has become the official babysitter and carer for my, well, mine and Gibbs, beautiful, red-haired, blue eyed daughter, Amy.
Concerned as I am, I know Gibbs has a way with children, and given time will come to like Amy, I'm just worried how this case will affect all of us, and whether Gibbs will hate me for keeping this from him for so long. Pushing my thoughts aside, I notice the team are long gone and so I go down to autopsy to see if Ducky has a spare moment to chat. The girl who was murdered, Amy's best friend, Chloe, was found, barely alive and breathing shallowly and was taken to Bethesda in an effort to try and save her. The hospital aren't going to release her body yet so Ducky should be free for now.
Walking out of the lift and through the automatic doors into autopsy, I notice Ducky is telling Mr Palmer one of his stories again.
"Hello Dr Mallard, have you got a minute?" I ask as casually as I can.
"Of course my dear," Ducky says turning around to face me, "Mr Palmer, why don't you go and get some fresh air and a cup of tea?"
As soon as we are sure, Palmer is out of the room, Ducky ushers me to take a seat near his desk, which I do.
"Ok dear Jennifer, now why don't you tell me what is bothering you?"
"I don't know if I can Ducky," I say the tears that I've been hiding so well for most of the day, beginning to make there way down my face.
Ducky gently places his hand on my back and rubs calming circles there, handing me a tissue to wipe away the tears that are falling from my eyes. He waits patiently for me to begin speaking, knowing as well as I do that I just need a few minutes to order my thoughts.
"This new case that I've got Jethro's team working on," I whisper eventually through my tears, "A little girl was raped and murdered. I know the family and the witness and you do too."
"Whatever do you mean?" Ducky asks before my words sink in.
"Amy," I whisper before more tears fall from my eyes.
"Is she …" Ducky trails off.
"No, no," I reassure him, "the victim is her best friend Chloe, Amy's the witness"
"Oh my," Ducky exclaims.
"I don't know what to do," I state, wiping more tears from my eyes.
Through my tears I manage to explain to Ducky the details of the case that I've got so far, and how it all relates to Amy, me and the team.
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