"Oh Jethro, I forgot how much I hate airplanes," muttered Jenny. Jenny wore a multi-colored scarf wrapped around her head and a pair of designer sunglasses covering her face. Gibbs refused to wear the sunglasses and simply wore a ball cap.

"How'd ya get to Russia then Jen?" Gibbs joked, linking his arm through hers casually.

"Well gee, I don't know Jethro," said Jenny sarcastically. "I just found out my sister died to save me, and I had been running from NCIS and practically kidnapped by Interpol. I believe I was pretty tired." Gibbs just shrugged apologetically, since actually apologizing was a sign of weakness.

"I always thought it took strength to apologize Jethro," muttered Jenny.

"Sorry Jen," Gibbs said sincerely, after a moment's pause. That made Jenny smile, hugging him to her.

"Thanks for finding me." Jenny said simply.

"You left a good trail," said Gibbs. Jenny grinned.

"I had to think of something you would definitely find," admitted Jenny.

"I thought you got the tat removed when I glanced at it the first time."

"No way!" said Jenny. "You?"

"Not a chance. It's all I had left." Gibbs said. Jenny stared at him and her heart melted. He really meant it. She tried to think of something to say.

"Not anymore," she said with a smile. He just looked at her. "I'm here now, for good."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Thank the Lord we didn't crash," said Jenny, holding tightly onto Gibbs as they exited the plane. Multiple times during the flight Jenny was paranoid that they were going to crash, and every little bump was the engines going out. Gibbs was slightly amused with her, and enjoyed holding her hand the entire flight. They were currently leaving the airport, as they brought only a small carry-on bag with a couple days worth of clothes. And as they stepped out of the airport, they immediately resumed their cover as a married couple.

"Ready?" Gibbs asked. Jenny nodded, with a smile. They knew exactly where they were walking to, as they had been there many times before. Jenny was looking at the scenery of the city, while Gibbs was busy watching out for Jenny, as he was her 'husband' and protection detail.

"Oh relax Jethro, no one's going to try and kill me right now," Jenny said.

"Can't take any chances Jen," replied Gibbs. Jenny rolled her eyes. They spent the rest of the walk in silence and finally arrived in front of a building well known to them. It was an old hotel that had been out of business for years. Jenny slipped a hand down her shirt, and Gibbs looked at her questionably.

"Chill out Jethro, I'm getting the key." Jenny said. Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

"And you keep it…"

"On a chain around my neck," said Jenny with a grin, pulled out a key. It was Gibbs' turn to smile. She slipped the key into the lock and turned it. After a bit of pulling and prodding, Jenny finally got the rusted lock to turn and she opened the door. It opened with a loud creak.

"Shh!" snapped Gibbs. Jenny glared at him.

"Yes 'cause I did it on purpose," whispered Jenny. Gibbs entered the building after her. He placed a finger to his lips and pulled his gun out of it's sheath. He checked all possible hiding spots in the room.

"Clear."

"Duh."

"Oh just come on," muttered Gibbs and yanked Jenny up the stairs, knowing good and well about the smirk on her face. They walked up the stairs into the attic. Jenny sneezed. Gibbs just smiled.

"It's been years since I've been here," he said. Jenny wrinkled her nose.

"Apparently it's been years since anyone has been in here." Jenny said, sneezing again. Gibbs then directed his gaze towards the small bed in the corner of the attic, the only piece of furniture in the room. Jenny followed his glance.

"Been there done that," she said, stifling a laugh. Gibbs just laughed, and walked towards the small, dusty window.

"D'ya have a tissue?" asked Gibbs. Jenny shook her head.

"Why in the world—"

"To clean the window."

"—would you think that I would have a tissue?" finished Jenny.

"Because you have a purse," said Gibbs.

"You think I keep Kleenex in my purse?" Jenny unclasped the small purse she carried in her hand and turned it upside down onto the bed. Out fell a gun, two knives, two cell phones, and lipstick.

"You have lipstick." Gibbs pointed out. Jenny furrowed her brows at him, picked up the small metal tube and threw it at him. It hit Gibbs straight in the chest and he lifted up his hands in mock surrender.

"Ok, ok, I get it." Gibbs said, laughing. Jenny sat down on the bed and crossed her eyebrows.

"Clean your own damn window."

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Jen," said Gibbs, shaking her shoulder. "Jen, wake up it's you turn to watch." Her response was a muffled groan. "Jenny…" She picked up her pillow and threw it at him. It missed, but he got the message. "Or I could take this shift too…"

o-o-o-o-o-o

"Jenny, you have gotten to sleep almost all day, could you please just take the night shift?" begged Gibbs. Jenny smirked. She enjoyed watching him beg.

"We're partners, remember?" Jenny said. Gibbs gave her the famous 'Gibbs glare'.

"Fine. But you are taking the entire morning watch," muttered Gibbs. Jenny smiled, knowing she won.

"Deal." She sat down next to him on the floor below the window and took the binoculars. She peered through them, watching the people pass by beneath them. After a while, the sky grew dark, and Jenny began to yawn. She handed the binoculars to Gibbs.

"Jenny—" he began to protest.

"I'm not going to bed," Jenny said forcefully. He sighed and placed the lenses up to his eyes. He suddenly felt a weight in his lap. Looking down, he saw Jenny's head lying on top of his crossed legs. He smiled.

"Your shirts dusty," murmured Jenny. Gibbs set his hand gently on top of her fiery locks.

"That's 'cause someone didn't have a tissue…"