Revenge Is Sweet
Author: Caf Pow
Category: Humor, Romance
Rating: P14
Contents: Sometimes the person you least suspect is the most obvious. Jethro Gibbs world is rocked when he receives new that Director Jenny Shepard has dissappeared.
Disclaimer: None of the NCIS characters are mine, I have borrowed them for this fic.
Author's Note: I am not 100 percent sure exactly what the content will include so I have selected rating T to be safe.
This is my first attempt at an NCIS fic and you have murrinholi to crucify/thank for this.
He looked up at her as the French police cuffed him, half shocked by her abrupt reaction half urging her to go faster. She pulled her dark glasses from her shoulder bag and slipped them on, balancing them on her nose. She shook her hair as she turned silently away and walked into the distance, her white shirt flowing around her toned figure and resting on the dark denim of her shorts. That was the last he saw of her, her long tanned legs disappearing in the sea of legs and sandals belonging to the many tourists and locals as he was forced down the road.
The man leans behind her and pulls the chair out from the table; he smiles at her as he leads her to the chair and brushes his hand along her shoulder. She turns towards his touch and follows him with her eyes as he takes the seat opposite her. He leans towards her stroking her hand as he flicks his hair away from his eyes coolly, he smiles at her again showing off his
pearly white teeth. She grins awkwardly and turns her head blushing slightly, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously. Her eyes subtly watching his every move and returning to his sky blue eyes.
She looks up as the waiter arrives with their menus and thanks him before looking down the list of starters. He looks over his menu and watches her as she focuses on the cream card and golden lettering. Her eyes flick up to meet his and a smile plays around her mouth as they stared into one another's eyes. He lays his menu on the table and places both hands on the table, she follows suit and leans towards him watching him eagerly. 'What are you thinking?' He lifts her hand to his lips and kisses it tenderly, 'I'm not so hungry anymore.' Her whole face lights up, her eyes shine and her smile stretches broadly across her face as she stands up and pulls him to his feet.
It is late and pitch-dark outside except for the golden glow of the porch lights. There is a knock at the door and the Mexican woman hurries across the tiled floor to answer it. She pulls the door ajar and peers out, 'I'm looking for Director Shepard,' a man asks, he is dressed in dark clothes and is wearing a hat casting shadows across his face. 'She's not here at the moment senor, can I take a message?' she asks cautiously, 'Yeah you can take a message,' he replies casually placing his foot between the door and its frame. He raises his hand and pushes the door open grabbing her and forcing her inside.
He closes the door behind them and pulls a gun from his pocket, he cocks it and points it towards the frightened woman, and he gestures for her to move across the hall. She backs into the wall and side steps towards the doorway, her breathing loud and erratic. He motions towards the far wall of the room and she slowly backs away from him, her eyes wide with fear never leaving him for a moment.
Agent Jethro Gibbs stands watching the dock from inside NCIS headquarters sipping coffee from the paper cup in his hand. He looks up as the elevator doors open and his cocky senior field agent steps out. 'Hey boss,' he calls swinging his rucksack onto his desk. 'Morning DiNozzo,' he mutters staring out of the glass trying to work out what has gotten his 'gut' so worked up this morning. He drains the last of his coffee and throws the cup in the trash. He walks towards his desk and passes Ziva studying her computer screen with her shades perched on top of her head.
His phone rings with the usual shrill tone and he leans over his desk to grab it, 'Gibbs,' he says shortly, 'Special Agent Gibbs the Director wants to…,' he puts the phone down and walks quickly towards the stairs. He hurries up the stairs two at a time and disappears around the corner. Tony jumps up from his seat, 'Hey Ziva,' 'Tony,' she replies still interested in her computer screen. 'Watcha lookin' at?' 'News bulletins, it helps me keep one jump ahead of the frog,' 'it's one step ahead of the game Ziva, one step ahead of the game.'
Gibbs marches into the small office and slows to look over at Cynthia before he pushes open the doors to the director's office.
He steps inside and stops before the desk, he looks around and turns to the door as Cynthia closes it behind her. 'What's going on, where's the director?' Cynthia looks at him worriedly, 'she didn't come in this morning, there's no answer on her home number or cell phone, she had an appointment twenty minutes ago, and it's not like her to be late.' Gibbs nodded, 'who else knows?' 'just you and me, I didn't wanna cause a panic if she had a flat tyre or something,' 'leave it to me.'
He heads down the stairs finding Tony and Ziva debating the finer points of making it as a news reader, 'come on, you gotta look the part, you gotta have the looks and the figure to present the news,' 'so having a clear voice and sense or professionalism doesn't matter as long as you have long legs and pout?' Tony pulls a face as Gibbs appears behind him, 'I mean you could hardly see the boss reading the news but the director, now that's another story.' Tony stops talking and freezes, 'he's behind me isn't he?'
Gibbs walks around the desk and whacks Tony around the back of the head, 'what have I told you about objectifying women DiNozzo?' 'I er I er, what have we got boss?' 'McGee, I want you to check the traffic footage from Elm street last night, anything suspicious I wanna know about it, Tony, Ziva, quit it, I wanna know the owner and location of every vehicle on that street between 2300 and 0500 this morning, you got that, you find anything you call me.' He stalks away from the team and heads towards the elevator, slamming the button for the forensics level.
Abby was bouncing around her lap to Zombie warriors when Gibbs appears behind her, 'Abs!' She turns the music down and grins leaping towards him, 'Hey Gibbs,' she notices the concern on his face and hugs him, 'what's wrong Gibbs?' 'I need you to pull up the directors cell phone records, I wanna know who's been calling her over the last few weeks and if anyone called her last night.' 'Sure Gibbs what's going on?' She asked typing on her computer; she turns around to find Gibbs has gone.
Gibbs returns to his team and grabs his badge and gun from his desk, they all watch him waiting for his signal, 'you got anything McGee?' 'A dark suv pulls up at 11.21 and stays until 11.44, its too dark to see the whole plate,' he looks up and finds the famous Gibbs stare aimed directly at him, 'but I got the first four digits, 681 – v,' 'I want a BOLO out on it,' 'for what?'
'Anything, just find it,' he storms away from the desk and stops for a second, 'DiNozzo, Ziva with me.'
They look up at the directors house and noticing the front door is slightly open Gibbs pulls out his gun slowly, 'Tony, Ziva, round the back,' Tony and Ziva slip around the side of the building holding their weapons and checking around the corners as they go. Gibbs positions himself by the front door before kicking the it open and heading inside. 'Clear,' he calls as he checks the cloakroom, other shouts of 'clear' can be heard as Tony and Ziva enter the kitchen.
Tony enters the large dining room and Gibbs gestures upstairs, Ziva nods and cautiously heads up the stairs. 'Boss you should see this,' Tony calls as he looks inside the dining room and sees the ghostly legs beside the table following them up to the ghostly face of the housekeeper. 'Someone's trashed the study, there are papers everywhere,' Gibbs calls from the next room.
Now he knew what his gut had been telling him, Jenny was in trouble.
I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't want to admit what my gut's telling me
If I ignore my head and follow my heart
Maybe there's a chance
If I believe my heart I know that you
Are out there somewhere waiting for m
To find you and bring you home into my arms
Baby there's a chance