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AN: First of all thank you so much for all the reviews and the story alerts, they really made my day. Secondly about the length of the chapters, of course you guys couldn't agree, so I'll just have to figure something out along the way and find some middle ground ;) This is middel-lenght - I think... Also this will be the last update in a while since I'm going on a skiing trip with some friends between Christmas and New Years Eve, and the week after that I'm taking a trip to Dublin. Hopefully I'll be able to upload in between but I can't promise anything.

Anyway hope you enjoy the story and; Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you :D

Chapter two – We're not?

"What are you talking about?" She looked amused at him, "it's 1999, what else would it be?"

The room was left in an unpleasant silence. Jenny shifted nervously in the bed. "By the lack of response and the look on your faces, I take it this is not 1999?" she asked hesitantly.

Gibbs shook his head. "No. No it's not", he mumbled.

Jenny looked confused from Gibbs, to Ducky, to Abby, but none of them seem to have anything to add, they just stared dumfound at her. The s heavy silence was interrupted when the doctor entered the room quickly followed by Ziva, McGee and Tony.

"Miss Shepard it's good to see that you've finally decided to join the living again", Dr. Goodman said smiling brightly, however no one reacted. The doctor looked confused around, "did we interrupt anything?

"No… you didn't", Jenny said at last when no one seemed to want to answer the poor doctor. "It's just that it seems I'm suffering from a memory loss."

"Not you too", Tony whined. Jenny shot him confused a glance.

But before she could ask Tony what that meant, Goodman spoke, "Don't' worry head traumas usually causes retrograde amnesia and it's common for people not to be able to remember the time up to and including the accident. Do you know how bad it is?"

"That depends… What year is it?"

Finally Abby seemed to come around the shock. "Its 2009" she mumbled without looking directly at Jenny.

"Come again?" Jenny asked. "Did you just say.. But, I… It can't be 2009!" she managed to say at last. "That would mean I've lost…" she trailed off looking at Gibbs, pleading him to tell her that there had to be some sort of mistake.

Instead he nodded. "Yeah, ten years", he said quietly. "You've lost ten years."

"No" Jenny said in denial, her voice a little higher now and a tad hysterical. "I can't be 2009, it just can't be. I mean we were just sitting in your basement building the boat, remember?" she looked up at Gibbs. "And I was coming down the stairs with some beers and I tripped and… That's it! Next thing I know, I wake up here… You see, it can't be 2009!" she stressed out.

"Jenny" Gibbs said gently, moving closer to the bed. "I know this is weird but,"

"You know? How the hell do you know how it's like to lose ten years?"

"Well not ten" he said, jenny gave him a I-told-you-so glare," It was more like 15"

Her eyes immediately widen. "You lost your memory?" He nodded. "But what.. When, how?"

"Later", he said dismissively.

Jenny bit her lower lip and gave him a short nod in acceptance.

"By the amount of time you've lost, I don't think it's retrograde amnesia. It's odd however because your CT-scan was clean, but we'll of course take another one to see if we can see anything unusual.", Dr. Goodman said. "Also you'll have to speak with some of our psychologists and neurologists."

"Of course" Jenny replied. "But do you think it's possible for us to go home tonight?" Gibbs tried to hide a surprised look when Jen's hand cradled his own almost automatically. "I don't really like hospitals", she confessed, stroking a thumb over Gibbs' hand affectionately. A light bulb went on inside Gibbs' head. In 1999 she had fallen down his stairs; that was one month before they left for Paris and six months before she had left him in Paris. Back in March 1999 they had still been in a relationship.

"Jenny" Gibbs said slowly as he tugged his hand out of her grasp. Her eyes went from their no longer joined hands to his face. First they showed curiosity, wondering what in the world he was doing, but slowly the realization hit her and her eyes instantly became glassy.

"You broke up with me?" she whispered in disbelief. All collective gasp was heard in the background. Of course the team always knew something had once been going on between their boss and their boss' boos, but they'd never thought that they'd get actual proof. This however was undeniably one.

"Noo…"

"Well if they way you ripped your hand to yourself is anything to go by, I think it's safe to say that we aren't in a relationship anymore." When he didn't indicate she was mistaking, she continued. "And that means that either you ended it or that I di…" her voice trailed off, when she saw the look of sadness on his face. "I can't, I mean… I would, never..", Jenny stumbled seeming to have lost the ability to form a decent sentence along her memory. "I love you!" she finally said as if that settled it.

In the back the team, Ducky, Abby and the doctor stood in silence all of them observing what was happening, but enjoying living too much to want to interfere. Abby's eyes became watery at Jenny's statement, the woman in the hospital bed looked so small and fragile which was so different from the usual Director Shepard and the way she had said those words almost pleading Gibbs to tell her that he loved her too...

He hated her use of the word in present tense. He had never thought he would hear those words being spoken to him by her ever again, and hearing it now only reminded him of their non- existing relationship in the reality. Hell, even their friendship was only a ghost of what it used to be, everything had changed over the years especially since his sudden retirement. "Jenny" he said softly which was the third time within a short period that he had said her name like that.

"Don't you Jenny me, mister", she said sitting herself in an upright position, the fragile aura disappearing at once. "This is so wrong", she stressed out. "All of it! Could this day be any worse? First I find out that I've lost ten years of my life, then apparently we're no longer together, and to top it of gravity has started to take its toll on me." She said looking down at herself, her breasts definitely not as perky as they used to be. "2009 sucks!", Jenny said in the most childish manner before she slide down the bed and rolled over so her stomach was against the bed and her face pressed into the pillow. After a second she mumbled, "Am I really the director of NCIS?"

"The very first female director a federal agency" Ducky answered, trying to avoid the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room. "You got your own team in Spain in 1999 and in 2001 you were once again promoted and you started working different operations in the Middle East with Ziva."

"Ziva?" Jenny repeated, remembering that the black-haired, bubbly woman had mentioned the name. She looked up from her pillow and spotted the Israeli woman in the back, who gave her a short nod as to confirm Jenny's thoughts.

"And then in 2005 you became the director of NCIS", Ducky finished.

Jenny let out a barely audible "wow".

"Jenny? Jenny Shepard?" Jenny turned to look at the new voice along with every other person in the room.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?", she asked sitting up once again.

"My name is Dr. Gelfand. Todd Gelfand." The man in the doorframe said.

"You are Gibbs' doctor", Ziva stated eyeing him almost suspiciously.

"Mmm, Yes.. yes I am" he confirmed.

"What are you doing here?" Abby asked curious. One of them had been at the hospital all the time, mostly Gibbs, just in case Jenny would wake up, and during her coma a lot of flowers and cards had been sent, a few people (politicians was her guess) had also showed up, and a step-sister (apparently Jenny's mother had left her father because he worked all the time. She had gotten a new man and another daughter. The mother however had died from breast cancer about six months ago, so she of curse couldn't visit the sister had said, though Abby hadn't agreed with that since it was common knowledge that no one ever really died, they just went to an alternative dimension, and if Jenny's mother wanted to visit Director Shepard then she would, though Jenny would probably be the only one able to sense her) had also visited Jenny, bringing her some chocolate in case she woke up, which Abby had insisted she would, eventually at least. But not once during the two weeks had she seen Todd Gelfand.

"I just dropped by to see how the patient was doing", he smiled first at Abby and then towards Jenny, but then the smile haltered. "But I guess not so well if you don't remember me?"

"Or maybe you're just not that memorable", Jenny said though the smile and glint in her eyes told him she was just kidding. "I'm suffering from a memory loss, so I can't remember anything from the past ten years", she confessed. So he was Gibbs' doctor, why, she didn't know, but why did he look so nervous? And was he blushing? "Exactly how well do I know you?" she asked suspiciously.

He laughed, slightly nervous she noticed, "We dated for a month before you ended it" he confirmed.

"A month?" she repeated. "Guess old habits die hard, huh?", Jenny mumbled.

Tony raised an eyebrow. He had always thought the director was a relationship-woman, but if she dumped the nice doctor after a month and thought of it as an old habit, it could indicate that perhaps there was more behind the beautiful appearance, especially considering she was the one to leave Gibbs back in the days too. Interesting.

"Why did I end it?" Jenny asked blunt, never being a person to beat around the bush.

"I don't know really. You mentioned something about a mission and that it could be dangerous for us to be involved, but I thought it was just a bad excuse", he smiled somewhat melancholic and also a bit embarrassed to be flaunting it in front of everybody. He'd hoped that he could've spoken to her in private, but apparently that wasn't an option.

"Oh" she let out a soft gasp. "Do I have those kind missions?" she asked turning towards Gibbs, who had been closely following the interaction between the two. He had never known that they had dated in the past and briefly wondered if Todd was the one, who had sent her those flowers standing on her desk, when he had returned from Mexico. Her question interrupted his thoughts. His immediate answer was no, because directors didn't have mission in that sense of the word. However she had.

"La Grenouille"

"The Frog?" she asked puzzled, clearly not understanding how in the world a green little animal fitted into the context.

I have been trying for a decade to bring him down.

He could hear her voice in his head just as clearly as if she was saying it right now. "You don't remember?", he asked.

"I just lost ten years, of course I don't remember" she replied rolling her eyes. "Who is he?"

"Arms dealer," Jenny looked at him with an and?-expression on her face. Quietly Gibbs continued. "You think he killed your dad".

Jenny's eyes immediately hardened and her lips formed a thin line. "How do you know about my father?" He was about to reply, but she cut him off. "You know what? It doesn't matter. I don't want to know." She looked over the room, making brief eye contact with everyone, before she looked down at her folded hands. "Would you please leave?" Her voice was steady but cold like ice, penetrating his skin, finding its way to his veins and freezing his blood. He knew that she was close to tears.

"Jenny"

"Now!", she wasn't shouting instead her voice was calm, but that didn't make it any less commanding, and quickly everyone fled from the room, including Gibbs.

Jenny took a deep breath to clear her thoughts and to stop the tears that had gathered in her eyes. Jethro knew about her father. He actually knew. She didn't really know how to react to this news. A part of her had always wanted to tell him about her family, but now, she couldn't even remember how she had told him. His team, she guessed the people had been working for him, apparently knew too since he didn't mind saying it front of them. Damn, this was bad. And why on earth would it be dangerous for her to be involved with someone when she went Frog-hunting? Missions had never stopped her in the past. Maybe it was just a bad excuse? She did know an awful lot of those, especially break-up-ones. Her eyelashes felt heavy and she briefly closed them. She could feel the dreamingly stage pulling her away from more concrete thoughts and decided to wait with all the speculation until after a little nap.

AN2: So this was the second part, hope you enjoyed it and remember reviews are like chocolate, they make people happy and smiling like idiots ;) Btw. there'll be more Tiva-interaction soon, I just don't want to push it into the story and I didn't fit into this chapter imo =)

The next chapter will focus more on exactly what is wrong with Jenny's and why her mind decided it was still 1999!