Jethro Gibbs rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. It had been a rough year for him. Not only had he broken his right shoulder, but now he had been shot in his left shoulder. It just wasn't his year. He starred at his handcrafted boat he was building. He had just started working on it again, but only to be delayed once more by a bummed shoulder. He ran his hand across the smooth sanded wood, and let his fingers trace the flaws of the wood that were in place to add character to the boat. And in that moment, he bundled up all his anger and frustration and kicked the lower portion of the boat and yelled, "Damnit!"  He wasn't sure why he snapped, but he had an idea that it had something to do with the terrorist who took control of his teams Medical Examiner, his assistant Gerald, and Kate. Kate, he thought. He couldn't get the look on her face when she walked out of the autopsy room out of his head. That look will haunt him, just like the grin the terrorist wore, which resembled one that of the Cheshire Cat would have, when he discovered the camera he had lowered down from the floor above.

Gibbs kicked his boat again as he rested his head against the grain of the wood. He had always prided himself on never letting his emotions control the way he thought. He hated the way he felt so much anger. With his good arm he pushed himself off the boat and walked over to his stool and sat down. He picked up his gun that he kept under his desk for security. With his right hand he examined the gun. As he looked at the black metal that the gun was made of, he heard the voice of the intruder repeating. "Funny, Special Agent Todd said the same thing.

"Where is she? And the doctor?"  He asked trying to find answers to his questions.

"Would you truly like to demonstrate?"

"Yup." He said with his hands still behind his head, starring at the intruder.  He watched as the intruder smiled and bent down and tossed a black object across the floor, which landed at his feet. His eyes quickly glanced down and then glanced back at the intruder.

"Agent Todd's Sig Sauer is in the box to your left. The clip is from the Sig Sauer." The intruder said. He slowly turned to the side and looked down at the box. "Untampered. All live rounds."

He slowly lowered his arms and bent down and picked the clip up. He quickly checked to make sure that the rounds were still there. He then turned around, walked towards the box, and starred at the gun. "Pick it up," the intruder demanded. He slowly down and picked up the gun, and loaded it as he straightened up.

He then asked, "Why?"

"Why not?" The intruder retorted back.

After that, all he could remember was firing two shots at the intruder, and the rest was all a blur. The memory of the event faded as quickly as it came. He brought his arm up and without a moment of hesitation, he brought the gun up and shot two quick bullets into the forehead of the grinning intruder on the picture he had nailed to his wall.

Next time, he thought, I'll be quicker and aim to kill. Next time your mine.