I have decided to rewrite my story set up because of some bad feedback I got on it. I hope you enjoy this. I'd also like to say to the guest reviewer who made me stop the last version of this; I'm 12, of course my writing is untrained. Maybe this will be better.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS

On with the rewrite…

Jenny wondered how Jethro would react if she walked through the bullpen. She knew she would have to do it at some point, but there was the issue that the team thought she was dead. It had been that Vance. He had ordered a hit on her; unluckily Svetlana had been more than happy to comply.

She had gone into a coma, and the funeral director had found the slight pulse in her body and rushed her off to hospital. He had continued with the funeral as if nothing was wrong and had the sense not to tell anyone.

When Jenny had woken up she had done her best to dig up dirt on Vance. It turned out many people had tried to file complaints against him before her time and suddenly the cases had been dropped, followed promptly by the person who had complained resigning.

Having found herself a place to live, after Jethro had, oh so kindly, burnt down her house, she got herself in touch with the SecNav, explaining exactly what had happened in that diner and he had given her this particular assignment. She grabbed her badge and gun before locking the door to her temporary apartment for the last time.

After a 5 minute drive, she arrived at the navy yard. Having made sure she had her backup, she headed into the lift, glad that her retinal scan had not been removed from the system. At the entrance she flashed her badge at anyone who made a move to get in her way, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.

She arrived in the bullpen to see Ziva was the only one sat there. The Israeli spotted her and looked aghast,

"Jenny?"

"Ziva, how are you?" Jenny asked her friend, trying to keep her calm,

"But…But you're dead,"

"Vance set me up. The Svetlana thing was just a cover story so I could be killed."
"That bastard," She exclaimed,

"Can you help me arrest him? I have no cuffs," Ziva waved a pair of handcuffs at her friend. "Where's Jethro?" She asked

"Gibbs is in your office Jen. He is speaking with Vance; you do still have your weapon?" She checked and Jenny nodded. "Right then, let's go!"

They headed upstairs and walked into Cynthia's area,

"Jenny?" The assistant squealed

"Yes Cynthia, I'm alive. Is Vance in there?"

"Yeah, I'll just tell him…"

"No, don't he's the one who tried to kill me. Are you ready Ziva?" Ziva nodded and Jenny kicked the door open Ziva ran and grabbed Vance's wrists before shackling them, "Leon Vance, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of a federal director, and by a federal director, I mean me!"

Gibbs recognised that voice; but it couldn't be, she was dead, and he'd seen the place card where her body had been in the diner.

"Jen?"

"JETHRO!" She exclaimed before running to him and kissing him to show him it was really her.

"I thought I had lost you."

"Never, and you'll never have to again!" She said kissing his lips softly. The shrill ring of her cell interrupted them.

"Shepherd!" She answered curtly

"Miss Shepherd, I trust you have arrested Leon as we discussed,"

"Yes Mr Secretary. Will my services be of any more use to NCIS?"

"Yes, I would like to offer you the Director position again. Of course I would completely understand if you didn't want it,"

"Sir, I'd be delighted to return to my position as Director. However there is the issue of my house. I no longer own my small apartment that I had been using as my home for the past few months and my old house was burnt down as a cover up for my death."

"Stay with an agent. I'll be in touch." And then the phone went dead