You'll Never Leave Completely
Author: CK
Category: Drama, Romance
Rating: R / P 16 (might increase later!)
Contents: There were some things concerning Judgment Day I just didn't understand - why Jen had been in
Disclaimer: Nothing mine; otherwise I wouldn't write stories, but scripts...
A/N: I just can't get over JD and Jen's death... the simple reason is that some facts about Jen's death remind me of something that had happened in my life a few years ago. It has never stopped bothering me, and JD brought it all back. Writing seems to be the only way to be able to cope with it.
The idea might be not a new one, but I had to write it down nevertheless.
Thanks for Beta reading, Verity! :)
"We shouldn't have come here," Jethro Gibbs repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time to her.
"You already said that," Jenny Shepard commented, peeved; when had he become so... she didn't even find the words for it. He has been complaining for hours now, nearly since they had arrived.
"Because it's still my opinion. This has to be a trap, Jen. And we're alone. You don't know how many of them we'll have to face. When we're outnumbered, we'll have to fight a losing battle."
"That optimistic. I'm really impressed, Jethro. Now stop this," she paused for a moment, searching for an appropriate word, "whining of yours; you act like a child, not like the agent I've always thought is the best I know, and that once taught me."
"You mean the same agent that also has been teaching you that you shouldn't jump head over heals into an obviously very dangerous situation? Especially not when you're the Director of a Federal Agency? You know, I'm here to protect you-"
"Fine. Protect and shut your mouth, you're getting on my nerves," she interrupted him, groaning theatrically.
"-and not to watch you being killed by some murderous mob," he continued, unperturbed by her words.
"You seem to have very less faith in your teaching skills," she replied with a shake of her head. She was getting bored; after hours of waiting in this shabby, old building, still nothing had happened. She, too, was wondering if it was making sense, sitting here and waiting for the people who wanted to see them dead; but then, she preferred knowing that she would be confronted by those people when she was prepared for. Suddenly she listened attentively.
"I'm just careful-" Gibbs began, but was silenced by a hand sign from her he immediately understood.
"They're coming," she whispered. They provided cover behind the stacked tables and chairs, prepared to respond the gun fire that was going to come. Heavy steps could be heard from the outside of the diner, making Jen's heartbeat race. Although she had been an agent for years and often enough had gotten in such situations, she still hated them - and feared them. Knowing that the one person she trusted with her life was by her side now helped a lot, but that didn't mean the fear would go away.
She had wanted to wish him good luck, though she wasn't sure that these would have been the right words to say, but she never got the chance to find out anyway when just at that moment, the doors burst open and five men entered the building, their weapons ready to open fire on their aims.
It was quick and - horrible. Gibbs and Shepard managed to shoot down three of the men in fractions of seconds, although their shields of tables got perforated badly. But none of them noticed the man that sneaked behind them, for they lost track for a blink of an eye when the fifth of the men emerged to be very tenacious and skilful in shooting and hiding away in just the right moments.
Moreover, both of them had taken the first bruises and wounds from flying wood and projectiles, every little pain caused by these distracting them for valuable moments. It took Jethro a moment too long to realize that someone was behind him, and when he turned around, the assassin had already fired.
It was like he could see it coming. The bullet raced through the air, coming closer and closer and he nearly thought he would be able to grab it, but before he could even move his hand, the bullet already forced its way into his body; even though he had tried to turn away, it broke through his clothes, his skin and beyond, and sent every nerve to alert mode. He was sure he felt it crash into his rips, then bouncing back and, judging by breathtaking pain he felt, he was sure it had hit his lungs. He heard Jen calling his name, he heard a few more shots, and a body sagging to the ground, just as his did. Not a second later Jenny was at his side.
"Don't you dare leave me like this, Jethro!" she called out, pressing her hands to his wound. Blood spilled out from under her hands and wouldn't stop; it already pooled around the right side of his torso. His face contorted with pain, he coughed weekly, and managed to cover Shepard's hands with one of his own.
"Jen," was the last word that fell from his lips; then his eyes closed.
"No! Stay with me! Come on, Jethro, please..."
It was then when another shot broke the silence.
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When they had arrived at the diner, they had been immediately received by Director Vance, who had stepped out of the building with his face dead serious just as their car had stopped.
"What happened?" Tony asked without greeting, getting out of the car, and walking up to him.
"I'm sorry, Agent DiNozzo. They're dead," Vance simply answered, stepping aside to let the agent and Ziva enter the Diner. But Tony frowned, standing completely motionless.
"Who's dead?" he then asked, slowly and carefully, already fearing the answer.
"Director Shepard and Agent Gibbs." With this, Vance left for his car.
Both Ziva and Tony were staring at the now empty spot the Assistant Director had been standing in, their heads spinning. It took them a few seconds to regain their consciousness; but finally, they entered the Diner, hesitating and fearing what was expecting them.
They never noticed the starting helicopter not more than a mile away.
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"Oh, Abby, would you please be quite for a moment," Tim McGee sighed and pushed his colleague and friend, Abby Scuito, carefully aside when again she invaded his personal space, making it impossible for him to work.
"But I want to know why they haven't called yet! There has to be a reason!" she insisted, looking defiantly at him. "Come on, McGee, you're not curious?"
"Everything alright?" they suddenly heard a well-known voice from behind them.
"Yep," the young agent answered, before adding, "apart from Abby just having a nervous breakdown." Medical examiner Donald Mallard smirked, giving McGee a slight slap on the shoulder. He wanted to reply something when his cell phone ringed.
"Mallard," he answered it, then listening intently, turning and walking away a few steps from Abby and McGee, who's hearts were misgiving them. "And who... were they... yes... I understand... I assume... I will do that... thank you." Ducky's voice had become weaker with every word and after he had put away the phone, he had to catch his breath; he felt like he'd been running a marathon
Taking another deep breath, he turned and walked back to Abby and McGee, resisting the urge to stumble backwards when he saw their faces which spoke of a knowledge that he still had to equip them with.
"Who?" McGee asked, although he hated to ask a question that wasn't going to be answered with "Everything fine, no need to worry". Ducky momentarily closed his eyes; his didn't trust his voice for the next words.
"Jenny and Jethro."
The piercing scream from Abby could be heard throughout the whole Headquarters' building.