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A/N: This was an idea that I had while watching a youtube video. What if Jenny hadn't died in Judgment Day? This fic is definitely AU. The characters may be a little OOC too. I hope you guys like it!

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Spoilers: Judgment Day

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Gunshots rang out. A diner was shattered and covered in blood, bodies, and shell casings. The bullet that had missed their targets shattered windows. A battle was waged and it seemed that no one walked away alive.

A red mustang drove up the road and stopped in the dirt in front of the diner. Two people got out, a man and a woman. The man was Special Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo and the woman, Mossad Liaison officer Ziva David, both of whom worked for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service or better known as NCIS. They were assigned to protect their Director, Jenny Shepard, who had ended up in the rundown diner. They walked towards the doors when Tony noticed the broken windows. He and Ziva drew their weapons and approached the diner with caution. They opened the doors and what they found shocked them. Several bodies and a lot of blood littered the diner floor. They hoped that their director wasn't among the dead.

As they examined further, they found that she wasn't. If she wasn't dead or kidnapped, then where was she? Tony looked to Ziva who was examining the room. They were both confused. A noise rang throughout the room. It was a phone ringing. Walking past a table, they found the director's blackberry near a puddle of blood. They hoped that the blood didn't belong to who they think it did. Tony knelt down and picked up the phone even though he knew he was contaminating evidence. He saw a familiar name and number that lit the screen. It was their boss, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Tony pressed the green button and Gibbs' voice rang through the air.

"Jenny? Jenny, you there?" he asked. Tony frowned at the phone and looked at Ziva who gave him a look to respond. He put the phone to his ear.

"Boss," Tony started.

"DiNozzo! What are you doing with the Director's phone?" Gibbs' voice growled. Tony sighed.

"Boss, Jen…I mean, Director Shepard isn't here," Tony said. He could hear the glare that Gibbs was giving him. "There's been a gunfight, Boss, and she's missing," he said.

"I'm on my way, DiNozzo. Process the scene," Gibbs ordered and hung up. Tony looked at Ziva with a worried look.

"He's coming. He wants us to process the scene," Tony said.

"Tony, you do not think…?" she started to ask before he gave her a look that stopped her from asking the question.

They began processing the scene while worrying about what they might find and who they might not ever see again.

Darkness and light was all she saw. She heard breathing and gunfire, five shots to be exact. She heard breathing, it was heavy. She tried to open her eyes, but they weren't cooperating with her. Then she heard a voice.

"Jenny?" came his gruff voice. She wanted to answer him, but she couldn't. She felt the pain from her wounds. She felt him feel for a pulse and then unconsciousness took her and she remembered nothing else.

Mike Franks had been outside when the battle started. He caught one of the shooters going in the back. Two shots killed him. After the gunfire had died, he went back into the diner. The place was a bloodbath. He fired shots in the still-moving and the already dead assassins, one for each just in case. That was when he saw her. She was lying in a puddle of her blood. She had taken three shots. One in the shoulder, one the arm, and the last in the gut, all of which were bleeding profusely. He wondered if she was really dead.

"Jenny?" he said, hoping her eyes would open. He didn't want her dead because he knew what it would do to Gibbs. He knelt down beside her and felt for a pulse. He found one. It was weak and she wasn't breathing. The end was near and he knew it. He picked her up as best he could and headed to his Crown Victoria. He put her in the passenger seat and then entered the driver side. He started he car and sped off to the nearest hospital which was about twenty minutes away. He knew she didn't have that kind of time and gunned the engine.

He pulled into the hospital ER drop-off. She was still alive. 'Damn, she's stubborn," he thought to himself. She had begun breathing on the ride over, but never moved or regained consciousness. He jumped out of the car, ran to her side, and picked her up. He took off inside the hospital.

"I need some help!" he shouted. A nurse came over to him with a gurney.

"What happened?" the nurse asked. He looked at her.

"Ain't it obvious? She's been shot," he replied smartly. The nurse didn't pay him any mind as more hospital personnel came to Jenny's aid. The muttered some medical mumbo-jumbo that he didn't understand and wheeled her to another area. One of which the nurse pushed him out of.

"You can't go in there with her," the nurse said, "I have some questions for you." Mike grunted and scoffed.

"Like what?" he grumbled.

"What is her name, date of birth, home address? Does she have insurance?" the nurse asked. Mike looked at the woman in front of him. He knew that if he told her who Jenny was that the press wouldn't be too far behind and that the people after her would find her and finish the job. "Are you her next of kin?" she asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

"No," he stated.

"Do you know how to get in touch with her next of kin?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah, I'll go call him now. He can answer your questions better than I can," Mike said gruffly. The nurse nodded as he headed to the waiting room phone. He sat in the chair next to the phone and looked at it. This was a call he didn't want to make, but he knew that he needed to. He picked it up and dialed the number. It rang three times before the recipient answered.

"Gibbs," said the voice. Mike sighed.

"Probie, got some bad news," he said, "You better get over here so I can tell ya." Mike hung up knowing that Gibbs knew where he was. He sat back in the chair and waited for Gibbs to get there, hoping that Jenny pulled through.