Gibbs had time to head back to the heart of Moscow and find himself a hotel. He checked into one after making sure everything was alright about it. Truth be told, he was nervous. Gibbs didn't know what or who he was going to see at the theater. And he'd been wearing the same clothes for two days. He probably didn't smell the best, so he used the water available in the hotel and cleaned up a bit so he was at least semi-presentable. Then he took his ticket and made sure it was safely in his pocket. Of course Gibbs had been to Russia before, missions ago though, but he knew his way around Moscow well enough that he decided to walk to the theater. He was checking out the modern day Russia as he walked, and bought a fedora on the way. It doubled as a sort-of disguise, and Gibbs had to admit that he looked good in a fedora. Lowering it on his face, he arrived at the theater. His tickets told him where to sit—row K, seat 9. The theater was slowly filling with people, all Russians assumingly looking for a good show. Gibbs actually had no idea what he was about to see, but he wasn't really there for the show. He squeezed through the people and sat in his seat. There wasn't anyone next to him currently. Gibbs waited, and waited. The movie had already started, and still there was no Jenny in sight. Suddenly, a hooded figure slid in the seat next to him. Gibbs sucked in his breath. The figure, obviously a woman, slid out her ticket. Gibbs looked at it—it matched his perfectly.
"Jen…" he said, almost unheard.
"Shut up," the woman said. Yup, it was Jenny.
"Jenny I—" started Gibbs. Jenny reached over and placed a hand carefully over his mouth.
"Stop talking." Jenny said firmly. Gibbs just grinned. "Let me talk."
"Fine by me."
"This is important Jethro!" snapped Jenny. Gibbs continued smirking. "And call me Alexandra."
"Alexandra? You do not look like an Alexandra."
"That's beside the point Jethro. This is important." Jenny said. "There is a reason I am here."
"I figured. Alexandra." Gibbs said back. Jenny rolled her eyes.
"The mission," started Jenny, ignoring Gibbs' comment. "In Paris. That's why we are both here right now." Gibbs still looked like he wasn't quite on the same page as her, so Jenny lowered her voice.
"Anatoli Zuchov…Svetlana Chernitskaya." Jenny said quietly. She had finally found Gibbs' sapphire eyes with her emeralds, and it made Gibbs smile. "Jethro stop it-this is serious!"
"Fine. Go on Jen."
"When I was sent to assassinate Svetlana, I couldn't." Jenny said.
"What do you mean?" Gibbs asked, suspiciously.
"Shh! I mean I didn't pull the trigger." Jenny admitted. "It was my first real mission. I couldn't bring myself to kill her Jethro." Gibbs heard the true regret in her words. "She's come back. Why do you think Decker died, Jethro? She wants to avenge the death of her lover. The men in the diner were hired by her to kill me."
"Jen…how come you're still alive? Whose body is in autopsy?" Gibbs asked. Jenny shook her head, a sad smile on her face.
"This was all mainly an Interpol assignment. NCIS was in on it from the beginning, though. I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't know who the bait was. Jethro, the woman in the body bag is my sister. I had no idea that she volunteered for this mission. It crushed me that they would allow her to do that for me. I didn't know that she was in the diner with me and Franks."
"Jen, I'm so sorry." Gibbs said, breaking one of his own rules. He had no idea what happened, and he cursed himself for just feeling selfish and wanting Jenny back. He didn't know what she was going through.
"Stop calling me that!" said Jenny insistently. Gibbs backed off. "Don't you understand? That's why we are sitting here right now. We're going back undercover. We are going back to Paris. We have to finish what we started."
A/N: Short, I know, and probably not the best chapter. But I am going to California tomorrow so I won't be able to update for a while Sorry. Hope you liked it—read and review;-)