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Ducky sat at his desk with a glass of scotch in his hand, talking to himself. "She has no idea how much she's missed. Perhaps it's time that she returns…" After all he hadn't seen Abby at her usual mood since Jenny died, and he knew how the rest of the team- the rest of the agency! - was affected.

With that, he was off. He nearly ran to his Morgan, started it up and drove almost above the speed limit. Thankfully, it was a Friday, and there wasn't a case, so he wouldn't be missed tomorrow. The ride to Pennsylvania seemed to fly by. The address Jenny had given him was 313 Barclay Street in Northfield . Now where was that? Oh, he wished he had installed that GPS system that Jimmy had given him for his birthday… ah! There it was! Exit one-eleven.

As he approached Jenny's house, Ducky had a sudden rush of optimism, perhaps things could go back to normal. Just getting rid of Vance would be a plus. A sprinkling of snow started falling upon him, and he suddenly realized that Pennsylvania was much colder than Washington D.C. .

Ducky rang the doorbell and waited, he wasn't in any kind of a hurry and he knew that it might take him awhile to convince Jenny to come back.

Lost in his thoughts, Ducky didn't realize when Jenny had come to a door. "Ducky! What are you- come in! You must be freezing." She opened the door wider to let him in.

"Jennifer, it's so nice to see you. How have you been?" he asked

"Well, I have been better. Would you like some tea?" She inquired

"Oh, yes please. That sounds quite delightful."

They took seats around the fireplace, sipping at their tea and content with the short pause. "So," Jenny sighed, "who died?" Bracing herself for the answer, she took a deep breath.

"Dear, if you think that is what I came here for, it certainly isn't!" Ducky stated, "I came here because we need you back! Jethro, Tony, hell, the whole agency needs you back! It's not the same without our Madame Director, and let's just say that Vance isn't exactly up to par."
"So what you're saying is… that you want me to… come back? I'm not sure it would be that easy, Ducky. I mean, Vance is already director, not to mention that I'm dead. And if Natasha were to find out that I'm still alive…"

"She is dead."

"What?"

"Do you honestly think that Jethro would have let the woman responsible for your death live? He cares about you Jennifer, and I think that he's realizing it now more than ever." Ducky said, looking straight into her eyes.

"Jethro doesn't… I mean how could he possibly after… I left him with nothing but a letter… he couldn't." Jenny was confused, but somehow relived that there was a possibility that Jethro loved her still.

"My dear, I think that he does. But if you do go back where you should stay might prove to be a bit of a problem...." He cast and anxious glance at her, waiting for a reply.

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked stressing each word.

"Well, you see, he didn't really have much of a choice… we had to make it appear as an accident… Jethro burnt your house down." He finally confessed.

"What did you say Ducky?" She asked him, "Because I know that you didn't just say that Jethro burnt my house down."

"I'm afraid that he did. Don't ask me what his reasoning for it was; you'll have to ask him yourself, for I haven't the slightest clue."

Jenny was going to kill him. Leroy Jethro Gibbs had the nerve to burn her house down. She grew up there! It had all of her things in it! She was angry, yet somewhere with that anger was a strange feeling… one of love. She knew that he only did that because he had to, and she couldn't blame him for that. It sounded like something that he would think of. A smile started to appear on Jenny's lips. One that Ducky recognized from all of those years in Paris. It was her "Jethro Smile" and he knew she had made up her mind.

"So, who do we call first Jethro or Abby?" He asked her, thinking that they should hear about the good news.

"Neither" she replied, "we call the SecNav. Jethro and Abby disserve a face-to-face meeting."

"True, and Abby will probably go into shock. I wouldn't want the poor girl to get hurt…" he trailed off, various scenes of Abby falling over when she found out that Jenny was alive. Almost all of them involved a concussion. He mentally shuddered at the thought.

"So when do you want to leave?" Ducky asked. The anticipation for her return was nearly killing him. He felt like a child waiting for a carnival ride. He was very excited.

"We probably shouldn't leave tonight," Jenny said while looking out of the window, "the roads look like they've gotten pretty bad. The weather in this town is absolutely crazy! You can sleep on the couch for tonight. It pulls out into a bed. All you have to do is lift the lever beneath the cushion and pull. I can do it if you'd like though. It has a tendency to get jammed."

"Thank you for offering, but I can manage it. You have packing to do." Ducky replied.

The night went well. Jenny called the SecNav, who despite his initial shock at learning she was alive, agreed that it would be better for everyone if she resumed her previous position. So Jenny packed her things, and both of them went to sleep.
The next morning, almost all of the snow and ice was cleared off of the road, and after a quick breakfast, they were ready to go by eight AM.
"So, am I going to follow you down, or do you just want to take one car?" Ducky asked her.

"We can take your car. Mine is only a rental, and I don't think they'll mind getting it back a few weeks early." Jenny replied.

With that, they were off. The Morgan made it through the snow rather well, and it wasn't until they got back on the interstate that there was any trouble with their trip.

"Oh my," Ducky gasped, "that is quite a nasty wreck, isn't it?" All Jenny could do was nod in reply, she was speechless. There was a six car pile-up right in the middle of the road, and an 18-wheeler had just landed on top of it all. Then, if that wasn't enough, the pile burst into a raging inferno

In a few minutes there were at least a dozen police cars and ambulances at the scene, and a road worker was directing them to a detour.

"You folks are lucky," he had told them with a wide grin, "you only missed that wreck by a few minutes." Then he led them off with a smile and Jenny couldn't help but to smile back.

The detour would only add about half an hour to there overall trip, and both Ducky and Jenny were thankful for that. When they got to Virginia it was 1:30 PM. "Where would you like me to drop you off?" Ducky asked her.

"Jethro's house please, Ducky. I don't think he will mind, considering he owes me one anyway." Jenny replied with a smirk.

"To Jethro's house it is, Madame Director."