Ok, tiny tiny chapter, to tell you the truth I’m not sure where to go with this story, like I said, I started it a long time ago and never really finished, so if you guys can think of anything, anywhere I should go with it, please review and let me know. Once again it’s a really small chapter, and really isn’t all that exciting but I thought I just need to post something and hopefully you guys would enjoy and give me some ideas on what to do next.

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Mwa: K.

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2:37 am. Gibbs looked around at his team, McGee’s head flopped onto Abby’s left shoulder as they sat on the floor in front of his desk, Tony was lying back in his chair and Ziva’s head was placed comfortably on her keyboard, each of them sound asleep.

He breathed in deeply and looked up at the plasma screen, on it a picture of Jenny probably taken on her 1st or 2nd day as director, her hair pulled up into a secure bun, eye’s a sparkling sea green, the semi-smile that Jethro loved so much sketched onto her lips and her porcelain skin glowing ever so lightly. He stared deeply into her eyes hoping that in some way they would give him the answer to finding her. God Jen, I really need you to hang on, I’ll find you I promise, I’ll find you. He only had 32 hours left until the deadline and he was no closer to figuring out where she was or how he was going to save her. Abby had searched all the evidence twice, no prints no smudges no trace, absolutely nothing; these people knew what they were doing.

“Gibbs!” Abby’s loud whisper startled him, her face was sleepy and worn out but a huge grin had appeared on her lips.

“Abs its ok you can go back to sleep.”

“No Gibbs, I think I know how to find the director” Abby stumbled to her feet trying not to wake McGee as she did so before she continued. “Okay so there is no surveillance of the bad guy from the Hallway’s or from the main entrance, so I was thinking unless he had a key he would’ve had to buzz one of my neighbours and so his prints may be on the intercom.” She waited patiently as Gibbs nodded slowing putting together what she’d said.

Gibbs rose sending his chair wheeling backwards and in one huge step grabbed Abby’s face and kissed her cheek. “That’s brilliant Abs! McGee, Tony, Ziva up now! We’ve got a lead.”

Tony was the first to his feet past experiences had taught him not to chance rising slowly. “Boss?” His voice was very groggy and his eyes fill of sleep.

“You, McGee and David go down to Abby’s I want all the prints from her intercom and I want them now! The director only has…” Gibbs looked at his wrist watch and his heart sank as he read the time, 3:04. Jenny was running out of time. “…31 hours left we need to find her!!”

“Yes Boss.” His team replied in chorus before grabbing their essentials and heading for the elevator.

Gibbs turned to Abby and hugged her. “We’ll find her Gibbs, I know we will.”

“I hope you’re right Abs. I hope you’re right.”

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He’d fantasized about her – a lot. Not just sexually or naked, but in a white dress, walking down an isle, standing next to him. He’d imagined the glistening gown, her rich red locks falling to her naked shoulders, her piercing green eyes smoldering with love and her smile; her lips smeared in maroon, full, gorgeous and curved into that smile. Now that he thought about it, he’d have her in anything. Hell, the woman could make crocs look good. But he’d have her in anything, plain, simple, fancy, expensive, anything; so long as she had that smile.

That wicked devilish grin she used to wear, before. Before all the fights, before she became director, before she left him, before he’d said all those things, before. In Paris. Where life had been easy and she would smile for no reason at all.

Recently Jenny hadn’t been smiling. She didn’t smile often these days but even less since that night.

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“What the hell do you want Jethro?” She spat out standing up and glaring angrily over her desk into his eyes.

“Shit Jenny, I want you to feel!” He yelled, throwing the chair he’d been sitting in and smashing it to the floor. His hand curled into an angry whitening fist as he shook in rage. Jen gulped, standing nervously; suddenly petrified of her ex-lover. His shocking blue eyes rose to meet hers. “I want you,” He paused; his voice softer now, but still fueled by the same fury as before. “I want to walk into work, look at you and see you’re smiling. I wanna see you and not hate you.” He shook his head biting down roughly on his bottom lip; contemplating his words. With a quick glance at her glossy eyes and trembling frame, he spun on his heals and moved rapidly for the door.

“You hate me?” Jenny whispered, tears falling from her sad eyes and plummeting to their demise. Gibbs froze, turning agonizingly slowly.

“These days? All the time.” He said emotionless, turning and pushing his way out of her office. Leaving a sobbing, hurt, angered and alone Jenny, not realizing these would be the last words he spoke to her.

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Let me know what to do? Or if I should even continue at all, sorry if this chapter was a little disappointing.

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