(Italics are flashbacks or thoughts not said out loud)

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any characters portrayed in this story except for the ones I made up. And if you don't know which ones those are, then you shouldn't be reading NCIS fanfic. LOL

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The ride to Gibbs' house was mainly silent except for conversing about the children and how they had been the week she was gone. Jenny had almost swerved off the road when she heard Hollis had stayed home with the kids today. She didn't mind Hollis, really. Except for the way she got jealous when Hollis was around Gibbs. But when it came to her kids she was sure Hollis would be fine watching them.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Gibbs rested his head on the headrest, no doubt still in pain and the alcohol had probably begun to wear off also. "Are you alright?", she asked.

He nodded and turned his head to the left to look at her. "I noticed your ring in the elevator", he said, watching her face tense up. He hadn't meant to make her uncomfortable and he grabbed her right hand and kissed it softly, feeling her shudder a little under his touch. Putting her hand down on the seat, he smiled up at her. "I'm happy for you, Jen".

Jenny looked out the window, focusing her eyes solely on the road. No way she could face him right now. By the tone of his voice she could tell that he really meant it and part of her didn't want him to. Part of her wanted him to break down and tell her that it was a mistake. That she should be re-marry him, not this new guy. But he didn't. She felt his eyes on her again.

"Todd finally proposed to you. Although, you weren't wearing that before you left for Paris", he noticed. Jenny could hear the hurt come through in the last part of what he had said. He had thought the same thing she had. Paris was their place, their spot of memories. Her voice got caught in her throat and she found that she couldn't say anything to him.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he put his hand on hers again. "There's nothing wrong with new memories. We'll always have our time in Paris. But now you and Todd will have yours as well". His heart broke, knowing that theirs might have well been erased. What, did he expect that he could have her there forever? It was time to let go and move on with Hollis. Jenny had moved on and forgotten about them. There was nothing left to cling on to, this had been the final break and he knew she was happy. Knew that this is what she needed.

Before they could continue the conversation, they were at his house already. Gibbs walked to the front door and opened it, letting Jenny walk in first. There was a mixture of couch cushions and blankets on the floor from what looked like the remnants of what used to be a fort. As if right on cue, Lauren came flying down the hallway. "Mommy!!", she screamed and threw herself into Jenny's embrace.

"I miss you so much", Lauren said, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"I missed you too", she smiled at the girl, looking around the room. "Were you a good girl for Hollis and Daddy?"

She nodded and Jenny couldn't help but laugh at the look she had given Gibbs over her mother's shoulder, giving him a silent plead to not tell her mother anything bad. Hollis appeared from the back room with Deacon in her arms. She put Lauren down for a moment so she could take the baby from Hollis.

Gibbs watched Jenny with their 1 year old and a warmth flowed through his body. He loved seeing Jen as a mother. It was like watching Shannon with Kelly. "Let me get their stuff", Gibbs said, heading to the back bedrooms to get some of their things, feeling a pain at the thought of having to give his kids back. They mainly lived with Jen but were over at his place often enough for them to know that they lived there too.

As usual, Lauren followed him down the hallway. She pretended to sneak up on him and grabbed him from behind in a bear hug as he knelt on the floor, picking up her stuffed animals. "Rahhh!", she yelled. He fained fright and yelled out. "Did I scare you, Daddy?", she giggled.

He nodded. "You got to stop doing that, I can't handle being scared like that", he teased and she laughed.

"Why do Mommy and Deacon and me got to go home?", she wondered, sitting on her bed. "I gots 2 beds. I only need 1", she explained to him.

"Well see Mommy lives in her house and I live in mine. So you have two houses and you know, that leaves double the room for toys".

"So you can live at my other house too", she said, her eyes getting wide as if she had just figured out the solution.

She was so sweet and innocent and Gibbs couldn't help but admire her problem solving tactics at this age, even if she didn't understand and they didn't make sense. He was glad when Jenny entered the room, saving him from any further explanations to his daughter. As if forgetting their conversation, Lauren walked up to her mother. "I hungry Mommy".

"Hollis said she fed you dinner already", Jenny said, rubbing her daughter's head.

"But I don't wanna go", she began to whine when Gibbs came up behind her and lifted her up.

"Mommy's very excited to spend time with you", Gibbs told her.

"But we can stay here!", she yelled, her grumpy side coming out.

"Oh we're tired aren't we?", Jenny smiled as they walked toward the front door.

"No", Lauren said grumpily. Gibbs smiled at her and carried her to the car, following Jen.

"Thank you, Jethro", she smiled up at him. He nodded and closed the door, watching them drive off. A sadness filled his heart, he too wishing they didn't have to leave. When Hollis came up behind him, he snapped out of it.

"We now have the house to ourselves, Gunny. What'dya say?" She whispered seductively in his ear and he followed her back into the house, and for the first time that week heard an unwelcome silence.

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Shots rang out from every direction, coming from the left and the right all at once. After a moment, the shooting finally stopped and a loud voice came over the line, "Hold fire." Dinozzo smiled and pulled his glasses to rest on the top of his head and headed to his target. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ziva speed up her pace, moving quickly ahead of him. That's how we're gonna play? He thought to himself and matched her pace. Not to be outdone, McGee swooped in front of both of them until they were all practically running.

"Do I always have to babysit?", Gibbs asked, coming up behind them. "This is not a race", he reminded them.

"Aha!", Ziva laughed, reaching her silhouette first. She stood back and admired three shots to the head, four to the chest and one in the groin.

"What, what, come on", Tony whined, waving his hand towards her silhouette, "What was that for? You killed the man obviously with the shots to the head and chest, but you have to degrade him even further by hitting his family jewels?"

McGee stood back and admired his shooting. It wasn't the best, but he was getting better and that was enough for him. "Wipe that grin off your face, Probie, you got lucky with those 4 head shots. As for the other 4, I'm sure he would have gotten away with the wounds to his arms. And that one you missed the target completely could have shot an innocent bystander-" He was cut off by a slap to the back of his head.

"Right Boss", Tony cringed.

"Nice shooting, McGee", Gibbs noticed. He turned and began to walk back to the firing station.

"Boss, boss", Tony ran to catch up to him. "What about me?"

"Eh, I expected more from my senior field agent", he said, continuing to walk.

Tony stopped dead in his tracks and heard Ziva and McGee snicker behind him. He spun on his heel and they both tried to hide the smiles from their faces. "You're goin down", he spoke to them both, walking up to be in their faces. "All rounds to the head, the two losers buys drinks for the winner tonight", he stared, beginning to walk away, training his eyes on them both.

Back at the firing station, they reloaded their weapons and awaited the go-ahead. Shots began to ring out through the firing station again until a voice told them to hold their fire. With that, Gibbs watched as his three agents started out at a run this time, racing to get to the end. He followed them, shaking his head in disbelief. They were the best agents in the agency but on off time they acted like children.

"Whew! Read it and weep it", Tony smiled smugly, checking out his 6 rounds to the head. "Probie?", he asked.

"4", McGee sighed, more disappointed in himself for not breaking the four that he got last time.

"6", Ziva smiled. "So, its a tie, Tony".

"No way", he shuffled over to her to make sure she wasn't lying. "That is such crap".

"See ya at nine", Gibbs smiled, moving past all three of them to go back to his shooting block. All three stared in disbelief as they looked at Gibbs' silhouette. Eight shots right in the head.

"Nice shooting, Gibbs", a voice came from behind him and upon hearing it, he turned around. He smiled and lifted his glasses off his face.

"Agent Granger", Gibbs acknowledged. "How are things in hell at the Hoover building?"

Granger laughed, not really appreciating Gibbs' humor but knowing he had the upper hand. He continued to grin, noticing the discoloration and black and blue spots that Gibbs still sported on his nose. It had been a week since the elevator incident but he could tell that his contact had done a great job as it looked like it still hurt. Granger made a mental note to send a thank you to the man who had done it. "Same old, same old".

"Fornell send you down here to do his dirty work?", Gibbs asked, turning to put his glasses back on and prepare to start firing again.

"He speaks highly of you, Gibbs, but yes, he sent me here to take over your current case".

Gibbs continued to stare forward then turned and slammed his gun down. "Now why would he do that?", Gibbs asked sarcastically.

"The embezzlement charges on your petty officer are as stands, considering they're dealing with money. Now last time I checked, that became an FBI problem. You haven't found the killer, it seems NCIS needs to get back into shape and stop dragging their feet. Make this easy, Gibbs, hand the case over to me", Granger stated.

Gibbs looked at the young man, already wanting to tear him apart. Although he wondered why Fornell hadn't come down here himself. Usually Fornell prided in swiping a case from him, he wouldn't let another agent take that from him.

"Where are you going?", Granger asked, watching Gibbs walk away with all his gear on.

"You know the procedure before I hand over a case", Gibbs called after him.

Granger smiled, thinking it had been easier than he thought. He pulled out his own gun and fired off the eight rounds into the new silhouette at the end of the field. After a moment, he smiled and began to follow Gibbs inside to collect his case files.

"Wow, Gibbs shot that twice in a row?" McGee asked, checking out the new silhoutte. Eight new rounds were planted in the head.

"That wasn't Gibbs, McGoogleous", Tony said, watching the man head inside. "Agent Granger shot that".

"What a marksman", Ziva noted as they began to do another set.

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He sat at his desk, fuming. Why hadn't Fornell called him about this, or better yet the Director. No way in hell was Granger getting that case file. He spoke too soon as his phone rang. "What?", he growled.

"Agent Gibbs", he heard a voice come through the other line. A voice he had preferred not to hear. "I was wondering if you had any information on petty officer Andrew's death? The FBI is up my ass and around the corner about this embezzlement and Jenny swore to me this was gonna be open and shut. She told me that when you found the killer, the case would be handed over to us so that we could help find the money."

Gibbs' face registered that of shock and confusion. "What are you talking about? You already sent an agent to pick up the case file, Tobias."

"Nice one, Gibbs. No one from my office was sent to pick up that case file. We were ordered to assist you if needed in finding the murderer. Not to take over completely, which I would have liked but-" Gibbs cut him off, hanging up the phone as he saw Agent Granger step off the elevators.

"What kinda sick game are you playing?", Gibbs asked, running up to him. He shoved him against the wall and held him there.

"What are you talking about, Gibbs? Get off of me", he struggled but to no avail. He couldn't break Gibbs' hold on him.

"Fornell didn't send you down here. The FBI didn't send you down here. So what are you trying to pull?", he asked, pushing his forearm further into Granger's throat.

"Nothing. I didn't expect you to give me the case file, I just wanted to see it. I assume Fornell told you that we were to assist on this one and I figured you'd be down here today. But when you agreed to hand it over, I figured it was easier than I thought", Granger choked out.

"Bullshit", Gibbs spat out. "Tell Fornell that if he wants to see the file he can come down here himself and see it".

"Let me go", Granger struggled.

"Gibbs!", Tony yelled, getting off the elevator. He put a hand on Gibbs' arm and pulled him off of Granger. "Get him out of here", Tony yelled.

Granger took a step forward only to have Ziva right in his face. He stepped back as if unsure of her capabilities but knowing they weren't good. "This isn't over, Gibbs. Oh and be sure that I'll inform Director Shepard our little mishap today", he smiled as Ziva backed him into the elevator.

"David, make sure Granger reaches his car safely", Gibbs said just as the elevator doors shut.

"What was that all about?", Tony asked, following Gibbs back to his desk.

"McGee, Tony, meet me in Abby's lab. Call Ziva and tell her to be there", Gibbs replied, picking up the phone. When he noticed his agents standing there watching him he yelled, "MOVE!"

"I need a favor", Gibbs spoke into the phone. "I need a file. Todd Granger".

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"I can take it from here", Granger said, shrugging Ziva away from him. He stepped into his car and sped out of the Navy Yard. After making it out of the main gate, he punched his steering wheel a few times. "Dammit!", he yelled as his cell phone began to ring.

"I don't care what he says. You are to take him out! If Gibbs won't give me the damn file, we're going to take it. Oh believe me, there is plenty to threaten him with", Todd smiled into the phone.

I tried to play nice, I really have. But Gibbs and his team are like a pack of dogs. They don't stop until they reach the truth. But this is one truth they can't find out. One that Jenny can't find out. He had done good in the beginning. The embezzlement went smoothly as well as taking on Jason Smith's identity. He had gotten his finger when the body was shipped back from Iraq, using it to access files and securities that Smith had been in charge of.

But then Andrew's stumbled in, literally, snooping his way through. Somewhere along the line he had found out Smith and Granger were working together. Upon snooping even more, he had been aware of all the money they had taken. And now with Smith dead, all the money could be his if he could just get that case file and pin this on someone else, ending it quickly.

It had been enough to embezzle that money, but after Andrew's found out, he had to take him out. He had followed him all the way to the Navy Yard and picked him off. But he had been too close to the Navy Yard and he couldn't risk going down there to steal the file. Killing him had only stalled his progress. Somehow he had to get that file back before they really found out everything.

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"What do ya got for me, Abs?", Gibbs asked her, smiling as he handed her a Cafpow.

"Awe, Gibbs thanks", she kissed him on the cheek this time and turned to focus on her screen.

"Thanks for coming in on a Saturday, too", he continued.

"Gibbs are you really saying thank you?", Abby smiled, turning around. He dismissed it and gave her a look as to not start and she turned back to her screen.

"I didn't get a thank you", Tony commented, walking in with Ziva, realizing he had been made to come in on a Saturday also.

"Okay, McGee and I found out that petty officer Smith had contacts from Iraq to a your suspect upstairs, Miles Lennox", she started.

McGee took over and said, "Lennox and Smith were communicating for a while until Smith was KIA. Smith was due to be sent back to the state for a dishonorable discharge when his Commander found out he had been stealing information from their intel in Iraq. Someone knew he was sending back information".

"How does he have these capabilities from Iraq?", Tony asked.

"It had to have come from a higher up. Someone with the ability to pull strings for him", Ziva noted. "I'll talk to local LEOs again and get Miles back in here. He wouldn't break when I talked to him last week but now it looks like we have something to threaten him with."

"Boss, we're looking for someone possibly in the FBI, CIA", McGee trailed off as they all took in the information. McGee turned to see if his boss had heard him correctly but found that he wasn't there anymore.