For the rest of the week, nothing unusual occurred, other than the fact that Abby's bowling team won the championship and as a result, she bubbled over incoherently for the next three days. By the weekend, Jenny had moved the potted plants to her house (all except one, which she placed prominently on her desk), shared the other flowers with everyone in the building, and reluctantly tossed the ones that had seen better days. The question of who sent them remained at the back of her mind, but she no longer felt worried.

She was a little late getting to work on Monday morning, and as she walked through the outer office, Cynthia said, "I see your secret admirer has been at work again." She smiled, not knowing that her boss wasn't entirely happy about the situation.

Jenny froze, then smiled for Cynthia's benefit. "Well, I'll have to see what it is this time."

She opened the door and stepped inside. Sitting on her desk beside last week's flowers was a huge balloon and candy bouquet. There were small brightly colored balloons and large silver mylar balloons which had messages such as "You are special!" and "Thinking of you." Among the balloons were different kinds of Godiva chocolates - bars of dark chocolate with raspberries, boxes of truffles and bonbons, and her favorite, strawberries and cherries dipped in dark chocolate.

Her head swam as she thought about eating her favorite candies, all of which were represented. It took a minute for her to think of looking for the card. She had a slight hope that the sender might reveal himself this time.

"You are sweeter than all of these," she read aloud.

"That's true most of the time, but it's not a helpful clue," came the inevitable voice behind her.

"Jethro, would you stop that!" She turned to him, annoyed. "I know you do it just to irritate me."

"Now, would I do that, Jen?"

"Of course you would." She took a deep breath to calm herself. "What do you think?"

"Where did this come from?"

She shrugged and handed him the card. "It doesn't say."

"It has to say somewhere." He looked at each ribbon and finally found it - a small sticker with equally small writing. He showed it to her. "I don't have my glasses."

She picked up her own glasses and put them on. "It just says Godiva Chocolatier, Washington, D.C. I expect there is more than one. You will look into it, I assume?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Does it matter?"

"No."

"All right. But send McGee this time," she called after him as he walked out.

He stopped just before leaving the office, then went back. "Jen?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like me to take that down to Abby to check for tampering?"

She looked startled - it had not yet occurred to her that there could be something wrong with the candy. "No, thanks, I'll take it myself."

(cue Abby music)

Abby had worn her bowling jacket to work again, and because the lab was rather cold, she still had it on went Jenny walked in.

"Hey, Director Shepard! Ooh, what's that? Yummy!" She started to take it from Jenny, but a shake of the director's head stopped her.

"Gloves first, Abby."

Abby grabbed a pair of latex gloves and slipped them on, then carefully took the basket and put it on the evidence table. "Is it from your secret admirer?"

"Yes, but - I'd like you to check everything for fingerprints, tampering, poison -"

"Poison!" Abby looked shocked. "Who would want to poison you?"

Jenny smiled. "More people than you would think. All NCIS agents have enemies." She sighed. "This is probably just an old friend sending me gifts, but I can't be certain. I'd like you to check. Will you have time?"

"I should have plenty of time today unless something dreadful happens. I'll let you know." Abby smiled. "I bet you're eager to eat some of these!"

"Definitely! Thanks, Abby. Oh, I love the jacket, by the way." Jenny tried to appear nonchalant as she left the lab, but it was difficult, because the old feeling of fear was coming back. As she stepped into the elevator, she told herself 'Relax, Jennifer. It's just to be careful; everything is fine. Take some deep breaths, and you'll be okay.'

By the time she reached her office, she had almost convinced herself.

Late that afternoon, Gibbs wanted to report their findings and found the director in MTAC observing an operation. He started to speak, but she shushed him. "Wait," she whispered.

One screen showed a close-up satellite view of a ship in the Gulf of Oman, and the other was clearly the sonar of a submarine. Intrigued, Gibbs watched as two torpedoes were launched and a few seconds later, the ship blew up.

Jenny turned towards him. "It wasn't our operation but I wanted to watch. What did you find out?"

"The basket was ordered online and charged to a credit card with the name 'Isaac Hubbard.' Do you know him?"

"No, never heard of him."

"I'm not surprised; he's a waiter at the El Dorado restaurant down in Fairfax."

"You think the card was stolen? Did he report it?"

"Not before the chocolates were ordered. This afternoon."

"Why would he want to send me chocolate? Or flowers."

"Maybe he's not just a waiter. McGee has a full dossier on him, with pictures. Wanna see?"

"Of course."

They walked down the steps to the squad room where a man's picture was on the plasma screen.

"Have you seen him before, Director?" McGee asked.

She stared at the picture for a long moment. "No, I don't think so," she said.

"Tony and Ziva went to Fairfax to interview him. They should be back soon."

"Yeah Probie, as in 'right now,'" said DiNozzo, walking up behind him.

"So?"

"I do not think he knows anything about it," Ziva said. "We got his prints though -"

"We told him it was about his stolen credit card," Tony inserted.

"- so with luck, we can find out if he's a spy or an assassin."

"Wait," McGee said, looking through the notes Tony had given him. "This says that he was waiting tables last night from 7 pm to 9:30. The candy was ordered at 8:05."

"He could've slipped out for a few minutes," Tony suggested.

"I wonder if we can convince him to give us his laptop - no, that wouldn't prove anything, he could have used someone else's."

"So you're saying we don't really know anything," Jenny said.

"Well, uh - we know something, just not enough yet," McGee admitted.

"Maybe we should work it the other way," suggested Ziva. "Find out where the person who ordered the basket was at the time."

"Good idea. McGee, do it." Gibbs touched Jenny's arm lightly. "We'll go check with Abby."

The two of them went into the elevator, but Gibbs stopped it as soon as it began to move. "Do you think you need more security, Jen?"

"I have two agents practically everywhere I go."

"At home, though?"

"I have security there, too. Jethro, I know you're concerned -"

"You're damned right I am!"

"But remember, we still don't know that there is anything to be concerned about. Unless Abby found poison in the candy. It's just flowers and chocolates."

"If it's legit, it shouldn't be this difficult to find out who sent them."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"Huh! You know how I feel about coincidences, Jen." He started the elevator again.