Author's Note: I don't own anything! The following is my take on what really happened with the whole Jenny/LaGrenouille situation! Contains season 4 spoilers! The story is told from Jenny's perspective...enjoy!

A small mischievous smile curled at the edges of my lips. I had succeeded, and my task had been much easier than I had thought. My mission was dark, and foreboding, but here I was running past the Eiffel Tower, thrilled.

My time had finally come. I was closing in.

"Jethro would kill me if he knew." I thought to myself as I hailed a cab and slid into the backseat. There was no way though. He wouldn't find out, I was on a completely different continent with an ocean separating us. And even if he did find out, my goals would be long accomplished by then.

"Our Lady's Hospital, please." I directed the cabbie in perfect French. Another small victory. My list was piling up...considering my current circumstances things were going well

I exited the cab and paid my fare, and headed into the hospital. I got directions from the receptionist at the front desk and took the elevator up three floors. It occurred to me for the first time as the doors closed on the elevator just what a serious security breach this was. For God's sake I had managed to ditch an entire security detail. It should have been a lot harder than it was.

"Your father stood where you are...three days ago." Those words haunted me as I walked along the river, pulling my green trench coat around me, and shivering in the cold.

It was impossible, he had died twelve years ago. I found him in the study with a single gunshot wound in his head. They had accused him of treason. My father, a decorated war hero was being accused of betraying his country. I knew immediately that it was a set-up. My father would have died before betraying the country he loved to serve. Somebody was messing with my mind, somebody was trying to get to me. That much was obvious.

He was the reason why I had joined NCIS. I figured that I could maybe get some answers. Years into my career I still had no solid proof, but the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together. I had know for years, but in just a few short hours I would be on a plane back home, able to prove it.

I bought a triple shot of espresso from a street vendor hoping it would warm me up. I sipped the bitter liquid slowly, letting the warmth run through me as I stared at the river.

"Hello Jennifer." The words made my blood run cold. I hated the sound of his voice.

I turned around slowly to find him staring at me. We were face to face, just the Frog and I.

"Bastard!" I screamed as I threw the remnants of my drink down his coat.

"Feisty as ever." He said in a low accented voice.

"You haven't seen feisty yet." I growled as I pivoted sharply on my heels. I had come too far for this...I was not going to blow years of hard work with a violent confrontation on the streets of Paris.

"Run away like always Jennifer." The Frog taunted me as I walked away, my blood running colder still.

I hated the way he said my full name. The way he accented the second syllable always reminded me of my mother. Her ability to speak fluent French had captivated me at a young age. She had died too soon for my liking. So young and innocent. I was only eight and it broke my heart.

That coupled with the accusation that I always ran away sickened me. If anybody knew how to run it was him. I could feel my stomach turn as I kept walking. My hands were numb and my ears were so cold they hurt by the time I reached my hotel.

"Director Shepard!" Three agents yelled in unison as I entered the lobby.

"Hello Mike, Tom and Joley." I said casually.

"Director! Are you all right? We've been frantic for just about a day now..." Mike yelled as he ran towards me.

"I'm fine. You mustn't worry about me. I was an agent once too." I smiled at my detail as they wore pained expressions.

I had no doubt that my disappearance had sent them into a frenzy. All three of them were probably hoping and praying they'd still have jobs once I was found.

"I'm more than all right actually." I said with a cheerful smile as I winked at Joley Anderson.

"Ma'am...what happened were you held hostage again?" Mike pressed on.

"Not exactly..." I trailed off hoping Joley would intervene soon.

"Boys...give her some breathing room." Joley shoved her way between Mike and Tom and stood in front of them.

"Director...we're just glad you're back...aren't we boys?" Joley said as she smiled at me slightly and gave me a knowing glance.

"We sure are." Tom answered quickly.

"Tom, Mike would you see to it that a dinner is sent up to my room? I'm awfully sorry about all of this confusion order a nice steak for yourselves. We've got an early departure tomorrow morning. While you're at it, see that Joley gets a meal too." I snapped my fingers and without hesitation Joley followed me to the elevators while Mike and Tom headed to the kitchen to order some food.

"Now it's time for some serious girl-talk." I said as I unbuttoned my jacket and flung it over the armchair in my suite.

Joley looked at me petulantly. She was probably terrified that she'd be fired.

"You know how it is...being in this business. The men they either love it or they hate it. When you finally find somebody who doesn't mind...well it can be tough to get the schedules to match up. So if I went off-grid for a few hours of fun with a businessman you'd look the other way wouldn't you?" I said as I looked at Joley.

She nodded slowly.

"Thanks." I said quickly, sighing relief that I had thrown her off the beaten path.

"Director." Joley addressed me sharply.

"Yes?" I asked with a raised eyebrow unable to imagine what she'd have to say.

"If I were you I would have done the same thing." Joley confessed, and I could see her face relax a little bit.

It was cute, she thought we were actually having a heart-to-heart.

"Really?" I countered.

"Well, I mean not on NCIS time of course, but if I found somebody who really liked me, and could put up with the long hours, and the risks my job involves then yes, I would probably sneak around. We've all been there. It's what happens when you find something that is too good to be true." Joley's eyes grew wide as she said it, and I could tell she was choking back tears.

"You'll find somebody someday. He will understand." I said reassuringly.

It was comforting. Mike and Tom joined us an hour later and we all ate steak and enjoyed light conversation.

"Okay...everybody out. Let's concentrate on getting packed and heading home." I announced shortly after ten pm.

"Yes Director." Three voices chorused.

I threw everything in the one large suitcase I had brought. I knew that Noemi would do the laundry for me and iron everything properly. At this point, wrinkles were the last thing on my mind.

I fell into bed and curled up under the satiny sheets. I was falling asleep in Paris, and there was only one thing on my mind: Leroy Jethro Gibbs.