Hey thanks for the reviews I'll try to post every day but it'll probably be more like four or five times a week! I like to keep stories moving I don't want you to get bored. I'm also trying to keep the suspense up. What's wrong with Jenny?! Hope you like it!

Over the next few days Jenny had only two things on her mind: Gibbs and those damn test results. She was starting to get anxious waiting and waiting for them. At NCIS she got answers quickly, now all she could do was wait helplessly on the sidelines. As for Gibbs, Jenny wasn't talking to him. It's okay because Gibbs wasn't talking to her either. Neither knew why the other hated each other so much even though in reality neither hated the other. So instead of dwelling on unanswered questions between her and Jethro she dwelled on the test results that she couldn't understand why they weren't back yet. Finally she got fed up and called the hospital. A peppy secretary answered in a voice that made Jenny want the choke the young intern. But she answered as politely as possible at the moment. "Hello my name is Jenny Shepard and I was wondering when my test results would be back?" She asked slowly.

"One moment please." The high pitched girl replied putting her on hold. She pushed a button and set the phone down in the receiver angrily. Thank God there's no music. She thought after putting the phone on speaker while she got up to get her cup of coffee she had left on the conference table earlier. She heard a knock on her door just as she grabbed her coffee.

"Come in!" She announced and an old friend of hers walked in. Jenny smiled as she set her coffee back down without taking a sip. He wore a blue button down shirt with suspenders and a red bow tie, all topped off with a white lab coat. He smiled right back as he walked up to her. "Ducky what can I do for you?" She asked the medical examiner politely.

"Jennifer my dear I wanted to talk to you about my preliminary findings since I won't have a chance to get my report in to you until tomorrow." He said in his Scottish accent. Even though she despised people calling her Jennifer when he did it, it sounded more like a loving grandfather and she liked it.

"Okay that's fine." She said and motioned for him to take a seat. He did and she followed suit but just as she was pulling her chair in the annoying receptionist came back on the line.

"Hello Miss Shepard?" She asked and Jenny sighed as she quickly got up to get the phone. Ducky watched her exasperated expression.

"Yes?" She asked once the phone was off speaker.

"Um we don't have any record of a Jenny Shepard in our log." She said frightened by the Directors tone. Jenny sighed.

"Is there a Jennifer Shepard in your log?" She asked slowly, implying that the young woman was not very intelligent which was one hundred percent true. She heard flipping of papers and held her hand to the mouth piece. "I'm sorry Ducky." She said but he just waved her off.

"Don't worry about it." He said as the woman came back on with her cheeks no doubt flushing a deep red.

"Um yes I found a Jennifer Shepard."

"And that's me. So are they in yet?" She asked impatiently. She heard flipping of papers once more and sighed.

"No ma'am I'm sorry they're not in yet but I could put it in as a rush job if you would like?" She asked curiously but Jenny didn't want that. I mean it's not like she was desperate right?

"No thank you that won't be necessary. They will call me when it is ready though?" She questioned avoiding using the word Doctor or Hospital fearing she would upset Ducky. And it's not something to worry about anyway.

"Yes of course Director."

"Thank you." She said in a monotone and hung up. She looked up at Ducky who had walked over to her desk.

"Is everything okay Jennifer?" He asked seeing something unfamiliar in her eyes.

"Yes Ducky I'm fine, don't worry about me." She said smiling. He nodded and dropped the subject knowing Jenny wouldn't elaborate and started talking about the current case.

The next day Jenny came into the office early that morning at five thirty. She hadn't gotten much sleep as she was rather restless from thinking about her tests so much. Now she was antsy, so she got out of her desk and stood on the catwalk watching the empty squad room. She heard the elevator ding and watched Gibbs get out with a cup of steaming coffee. What time is it? She wondered checking her watch. It was 0700. She realized how fast the time had flown from 0530. Gibbs being the marine sniper he was noticed Jenny standing on the catwalk but didn't look up. He was still mad at her for making him feel like an ass then had the guts to rub it in his face. Jenny was just mad at him because he was mad at her. It was a vicious cycle that has taken place since Jenny first took office. All Gibbs was doing was trying to find reasons to hate Jenny for what she did to him in Paris. Most of the time it seemed not to work and just blew back in his face. Jenny was doing the same. She needed reasons to hate him if she were to stand to be near him without making some kind of pass at him. She had made the mistake of doing that once before when they were on a case with a little boy.

She had come to the door wondering who in the world would be here at this late hour. When she opened it her brow was furrowed but quickly relaxed and smiled when she saw it was Jethro standing in a sweatshirt and jeans. Jenny invited him in smiling. "I was wondering when you were going to check up on me." She stated jokingly.

"I got a call." He said holding up his cell phone. She felt in her robe pocket for her phone but it was missing and she sighed.

"Well that explains where my phone went." She said rather embarrassed. She had made a fool of herself yet again in front of him but was determined to make it up. Jethro sat talking to the young boy who she swore was related to DiNozzo. She watched, leaning on the doorway really admiring him for the first time since Paris. Then he walked over to her. "I forgot how good you are with kids." She said steadily as she leaned against the door frame. He was only inches away from her and she could hear his heavy breathing. He just smiled at her. "You think he's holding something back?" She asked.

"I think he's worried about his dad. That's why he can't sleep." He said looking into her eyes. She looked past him and saw the boy asleep on her couch.

"I guess he's not worried anymore." She whispered smiling. Gibbs carried him up to Jenny's spare room and when they walked back down she stopped him at the door. "You know a few years ago I would have asked you to stay. And I wouldn't have taken no for an answer." She whispered looking into his eyes. He stared at her for a moment as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"No." Jenny cursed her ignorance. She knew Gibbs would say no.

"What happened, Jethro?" She had asked as he was about to open the door to leave. He looked at her solemnly.

"You made a choice Jen."

She had relieved that memory so many times she had almost stopped beating herself up for it… almost. How had she been so stupid? Of course he would say no after what she did to him in Paris. She just wished he could forgive her someday. She just wished she could have one more chance. Just one more chance to set things right. But he wouldn't even let her have that. Her lip curled in disgust as she was reminded why she left him in the first place. Something she rarely thought about and didn't care to think about. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore so she turned away and stalked back into her office.

In the middle of a mission she was overseeing in MTAC her phone rang. It was a tense mission with seven of her men and women's lives at stake. Angrily she shut her phone off to silence the distracting ring and watched as the final stages of the daunting task her agents were assigned… succeeded. But at a cost. She had lost an agent in the final explosion. The mission was finished and they had been victorious but there was nothing to celebrate. A daunting silence filled the room, Jenny got up solemnly, her mouth in a tight line, and left. She drowned her sorrows in paperwork. It was always tough to lose an agent no matter the importance or relationship with him or her. And as a result she was sad and troubled all day totally forgetting the call she received that morning.

At the end of the day she was tired and upset. She tried not to think about the day as she went past the her assistants desk who she had sent home long ago and walked down to the bull pen where she saw Jethro still sitting there. His light was the only one on and he was wearing his reading glasses that she had forced him to get once he couldn't read for the life of him without looking like a trombone player. She glanced at him quickly before walking to the elevator. He watched her as she left for work that night, admiring the way she walked in heels, of all things he could be thinking about her. Now that he thought about it, the woman was a miracle worker. She ran in stiletto's, saved his ass multiple times, not that he cared about what the press thought, saved the agency's ass multiple times, and never once had she second guessed herself. She was a confident woman who didn't need him; in fact she didn't need anybody and wouldn't tolerate anybody for that matter, telling her what to do. He admired that about her. But he had to remind himself that he was mad at her. That he didn't and couldn't talk to her. He was embarrassed and hurt by her, again. His thoughts had always been conflicting with her since their fiasco in Paris. He was constantly mad at her yet he still had feelings for her. Feelings he never bothered to look into. There was no point; she had made her choice long ago. And like a gentleman he respected her choice and at the same time hated her for it.

The next morning Jenny checked her phone as she walked into work and realized that the call she dropped yesterday morning was the hospital. She sighed and called them back as she entered her office for the day. A new receptionist answered this time and she thanked God for the different work shifts. "Hello this is Bethesda Hospital how may I help you?" The older lady asked politely.

"Yes hello I'm Jennifer Shepard and the Hospital called me yesterday." She inquired and heard the ruffling of papers.

"Ah yes I see Doctor Beech wanted to talk to you. Unfortunately he's in surgery right now so he can't speak with you. But I'll tell him you called. He'll get back to you as soon as possible." The lady said cheerily.

"Okay thank you." Jenny said and hung up. She knew her missions came before her stupid doctor so she tried not to think about what she should have done that morning with her cell. I mean all their going to say is I have an infection or something. She thought as Cynthia walked in.

"Director, sorry to interrupt but it's urgent." The curly haired African American apologized.

"Don't apologize Cynthia you weren't interrupting." Jenny said smiling as she set her jacket and purse down. Unlike Jethro, Jenny thought rule six was complete and utter bullshit. But there was some truth to it because Jenny had manipulated rule six in her own terms: Never apologize to someone who doesn't deserve it. And right now for something as trivial as this, Jenny did not deserve it.

"Okay, well there's a situation down in the bull pen." She said and Jenny was confused. What could possibly be going on down there? Then she remembered: Diane was still here. Smirking, she thanked Cynthia and walked out of her office and down the steps to the bull pen. It was early, thankfully Diane and Jethro were the only ones in Gibbs's bull pen and they seemed to be in a heated debate about the suspect. She walked up to them but they barely noticed her.

"Hey you two knock it off." She said angrily. Failing to get their attention she turned to Gibbs and did something she had only dared to do a few times: she slapped the back of his head. He flinched and turned slowly to her but she held her ground. Diane looked dumbfounded as she now had a new found respect for the Director of NCIS. At least somebody can keep him in line. She thought as she covered her mouth in shock. Gibbs was absolutely fuming and he actually started to get red in the face. Jenny turned from Gibbs's heated stare to look at Diane coolly. "What's happening?" Diane found her words again and answered refusing to look at Gibbs. He wasn't looking at her either though. He was too angry at Jenny to even think about Diane.

"He wants my client here at NCIS in lockdown until he can interrogate him. I want to speak with my client without us being watched." Diane said regaining her professional demeanor. Jenny glanced at Gibbs.

"I take it Gibbs does not agree. Well we do need to keep your client here until Agent Gibbs and I can clear him but as for you talking to your client…" She turned to face Gibbs. "There are certain rights people get Jethro and the right to an attorney is one of them." She turned back to Diane. "I'll arrange a private meeting place you can talk." Jenny assured the lawyer just before Gibbs gruffly ordered her to follow him into the elevator. Reluctantly she followed, bracing herself for the storm sure to come. He immediately flipped the emergency switch and stared intently at Jenny. "What do you want Jethro?" She asked dully.

"You head slapped me!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

"Congratulations Jethro you recognize it!" Jenny said sarcastically.

"That was out of line!" He said not yet raising his voice but extremely mad.

"No Jethro, what was out of line is you making a scene in the middle of work!" She exclaimed loudly.

"You didn't have to hit me!"

"You should have seen yourself agent Gibbs! You weren't getting out of that unscathed!" He balled his fists but stayed silent the two of them having an old fashioned stare down. Knowing this was going nowhere Jenny pushed the emergency stop button again and broke the stare waiting for the doors to open.

Now the two were purposefully ignoring each other as much as possible. So when Jenny decided to observe the team, Gibbs was not a happy camper. Every few minutes he would glare at her as Tony, Ziva and Tim gave him an update. Finally they had to go to Abby's lab. In the elevator was silence and a tension you could cut with a knife. To both their relief the elevator ride was uneventful. In Abby's lab music was blaring as usual and Jenny and Gibbs both yelled for her to shut it off at the same time. They glanced at each other coldly as they walked over to Abby. Of course the scientist noticed the tension between the two and became increasingly uncomfortable as she babbled on about DNA and blood spatter. Just as Abby was finishing up her speech Jenny's phone rang. Quickly the red head pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the number: it was the hospital. She excused herself and stood by the elevator as she answered "Shepard." On the phone was the Doctor she had wanted to speak with.

"Ah Director I was hoping to get a hold of you." He said and she could tell he was smiling.

"So what's the verdict?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'll just get right to the point seeing as I know you would like answers." He said and Jenny sighed softly as she grew ever so impatient. Gibbs watched with interest. "One of the samples of blood we took got contaminated somehow we are so sorry. I need you to come back in and we'll draw another small amount of blood." He finished and Jenny was angry. What kind of Doctor contaminated his samples? She was furious.

"Um excuse me? You contaminated my sample?" She asked in disbelief.

Meanwhile Abby and Gibbs stood careful watch by the door as they listened in on her conversation like school children. "Ooohhh, if someone contaminated my evidence Gibbs I would smack them into next Wednesday!" Abby whispered to Gibbs as she swung her clenched fist around. Gibbs chuckled.

"I think that's what she's going to do Abs." He whispered back as he watched a fuming Jenny storm into the elevator.