Author: MoiraShipper

Summary: After the death of La Grenouille, Jenny runs the risk of being blamed for his death when all evidence points to her. With the help of his team, Gibbs and Jenny flee to Mexico where they discover an operation between the CIA and NCIS running, called Shepperd.

Shepperd: Hunt to Mexico

Chapter 1

She doesn't look, she doesn't see

Opens up for nobody

Figures out, she figures out

Narrow line, she can't decide

Little House-The Fray

Jenny was sat in the studio of her father, staring at her Glock on her desk, as she sipped her bourbon and massaged her temple in anger, after finding Rene Benoit at her home, thinking that if the gun jad been loaded, she would have shot him for sure, but she didn't tell that to Gibbs.

The phone rang and Jenny saw that someone sent her a video. Frowning, she opened it and saw Trent Kort's face, with cold eyes shining at the camera, as if he could see her.

"Cherrie, this is my last warning: Stay away from the Lodestone operation because things will end bad for you."

And the video ended there and Jenny erased it. She didn't care for his operation, she wanted revenge. Jenny got up from the chair and walked to the window, discreetly opening the curtain and watching the street. There was a dark car from the agency there, but she couldn't identify who was inside, but she was almost sure that it was Gibbs or someone from his team, watching her by the former gunnery's orders.

Jenny formed a plan in her head and made two calls. The first was to Rene Benoit.

"Benoit? I want talk to you, choose a place where we can have privacy." Then she called her driver Merlin to come get her.

Jenny wore her red coat and tucked her Glock on her lower back, glancing at a picture frame that showed he father dressed in his uniformed with a younger Jenny, smiling. Jenny's eyes burned, thinking how much she missed him. She then turned away, walking to the door with narrowed eyes and then got inside

"To where madam?" Merlin asked and she gave him the address of a bar that wasn't far from the pier where she would meet with Benoit.

As the driver drove, Jenny looked back and saw that the car from the agency was following them from afar and Jenny prepared herself mentally for what she was about to do.

After entering the bar, Jenny saw the car stop nearby, but no one came out and she walked toward the back door and left the bar, catching a taxi to the pier. And there, next to the yacht was Rene Benoit, wearing a coat and dark trousers, smiling. Jenny kept her face emotionless as she walked towards him and the man didn't try to hide the look he gave her body, up and down.

"I'm glad that Madame director accepted my proposal." He said referring to the protection service, kissing both her cheeks when the redhead had stopped in front of him.

Jenny struggled with the disgust she felt with the kisses of her father's killer, but she controlled herself.

"I didn't accept it, Mr. Benoit, I told you that we would talk." Jenny replied coldly and Rene was surprised for a moment, before leading them into his yacht.

Rene took off his coat, walking to Jenny who was sitting on a bench that was out there in the deck. The night was dark and quiet.

"Can I offer you a drink?" He asked, putting his hands over her shoulders, brushing his fingers across her collarbone as he removed her coat causing outrage in Jenny.

Jenny shook her head and stood up, asking:

"Did you kill my father?"

Rene's eyes widened in surprise, but Jenny didn't believe him.

"No, I didn't kill him, it was suicide, remember?" The smile he gave her was false.

Jenny stepped back and said:

"Wrong answer, La Grenouille." And she pulled out her gun, pointing it to him.

"You won't kill me." He said, unfazed and Jenny narrowed her green eyes, keeping the gun pointed to his forehead.

"What makes you think that?"

"You wouldn't risk losing your position as director of a federal agency."

"The only reason that led me to my post was my desire for revenge." She replied coldly and he added:

"And you wouldn't risk going to jail and not seeing Agent Gibbs again."

Shocked, Jenny opened her mouth, but said nothing. Gibbs. Reaching there had cost a life beside him and, if she ended being arrested, she wouldn't be able to see him again or be free and she wouldn't bear seeing his deception.

But she didn't low the gun, still confused and someone came up behind her, grabbing her by the neck and with the other hand, concealed with a glove, held her hand around her gun. Jenny looked back and saw Kort's face and then he squeezed her hand over the trigger, shooting La Grenouille.

The noise of the shot and something falling into the sea woke her from her stupor and Jenny broke away from Trent Kort, running to the grill of the yacht and looked down, but there was nothing there. Jenny turned to Kort, who was holding her Glock and she shouted angrily:

"What did you do?"

Kort laughed at her and said:

"Me? It was your hand holding your gun, Cherrie."

"You pulled the trigger!"

"What difference does it make? You would shoot him one way or another."

Jenny shook her head, for the first time without words. She hadn't been sure if she would shoot Rene Benoit when he'd put Gibbs in the conversation. Jenny's eyes were livid with rage and she advanced towards Kort.

"Give me my gun."

But he threw her Glock in the water before she could reach it and Jenny grabbed his wrist, twisting it, surprising Kort, who hissed in pain and then he slapped her across the face, his ring cutting her lip and Jenny stepped back, feeling the taste of blood.

"You bastard!"

"I warned you to stay away from our operation."

"The Lodestone is over, La Grenouille is dead!" She said, ignoring the pain.

Kort massaged his wrist and walked toward the Yacht ladder to disembark. He then said coldly:

"The Lodestone is not over yet. Good luck, director. Pray that they won't find your gun." And he left, disappearing in the wharf.

Jenny breathed deeply several times and grabbed her coat, her fingers trembling as she hurried to leave the yacht, not wanting to stay there a moment longer, now that the yacht was a crime scene and she thought about his daughter, Jeanne Benoit, who was almost her age. She knew she should go back to the bar where Merlin was waiting and she thought about her lost gun.