Genevieve

Chapter 22

Gibbs' P.O.V

"Hey Gibbs, have you seen the notebooks? I went to go pick them up from the Director and she said that she didn't have them."

I look up at Genevieve, trying very hard not to let my knowledge shine through. "Nope, haven't seen them. I'm sure they just ended up in an evidence bin somewhere. Hey, do you think that now you are free of the Project that you might consider publishing your journals?"

She shakes her head vehemently. "No, Gibbs, I wouldn't even consider it. There are still people who are trapped in the talons of the Project. To publish those works would be like pulling the trigger yourself!"

I sigh and look back to my computer. "Genevieve, the Director and I have been thinking that publishing the journals is the only way to keep you from going back there. And we may actually end up saving the other kids."

Her face changes to one of understanding. Despite her fear of the written word, she knows that it can possibly save her life and others. "You've read them?"

I shake my head. "Only part of it. I read what you wrote about June, the day that she died."

Tears begin to roll down her rosy cheeks and she covers her mouth with her sweater sleeve. "She was the only light we had Gibbs. The only one, and they snuffed her out. They killed the only one with the power to save us."

I rise from my chair and pull her close. "I know. We will get these bastards, I promise." Her body shakes with sobs and I stroke her hair lightly. "Genevieve, listen to me," I pull her away and wipe a tear from her face. "You will get through this. I will help you get through this." 

She nods. "Gibbs, you were planning on publishing the journals either way, weren't you?" 

"Yes, I was going to. But I still wanted you to know and approve." 

"Okay. I guess that you have my permission then." She sniffles and goes back to the desk that she has been sitting at. She closes her eyes and looks as though she is trying to hold back more tears.

I am about to try to talk to her when my phone begins to ring. I sigh as I pick it up and put it to my ear. "Gibbs." 

"Hello Special Agent Gibbs. I believe that you are currently taking care of one of my old patients. Genevieve." 

I glance over at Genevieve before answering. "Who is this? How do you know her?" 

"Sir, I am June. I am the therapist who had worked with the Project. They told the kids that I had died, but that was not the case. You must meet me. Genevieve is in danger, and I am the only one who knows how to protect her from these people." 

"Sure, come to NCIS and then we can talk."

"Whatever it takes. I will be there soon."  The dial tone sound through the phone. 

June is alive.