AN1: A BIG apology for the very, very, very long wait! But here it is – believe it or not – the next installment in this story. I am still plan on finishing it, and hopefully there won't go quite as long before the next update. Anyway, I know it's been forever, and I'm not sure if people are interested in this story anymore? But here is another chapter, and I hope you enjoy it :)

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Jenny awoke from the annoying sound of her alarm. As she stretched her body, arms above her head and back arching off the madras, she breathed in the nice smell of newly washed sheets. Doctor Goodman had given his approval last night, and she had been able to go home to sleep. Jenny had debated on whether or not to ask Gibbs, if he would stay with her, but she had ultimately decided against it. It could only end in a disaster of that she was sure. Still sleepy, Jenny dragged herself out of the bed and, in her best zombie imitation, walked into her bathroom to do her morning routine.

She had mixed feelings about returning to Gibbs' team. It wasn't a secret that she still loved him, not after she had blurred it out in front of his whole team. So naturally, she wanted to be close to him, and she already missed his present. However, things were different now than ten years ago. Firstly and most importantly they weren't a couple anymore, hell Jenny didn't even know whether they still considered themselves friends. Secondly there was his new team. People who he, knowing him, thought of as family and trusted with his life, people she had no memory of whatsoever. What if she didn't get along with them? What if they didn't like her and already had an impression of her as an up-tight, no-fun director? And was she that?

She took a deep breath as she stepped out of the bathroom. Today was definitely going to be interesting.

The 'ping' from the elevator indicated that Jenny had reached her floor. Slightly nervous she stepped out of the confined space and strode into the bull-pen, her posture straight and her head held high showing no signs of the butterfly-war that was currently taking place in her stomach.

"Good morning", she smiled looking around trying to decide where to plant her bag. Neither McGee nor Tony was there yet, so there were three empty tables.

"Morning", Ziva replied taking her eyes of the computer screen to smile at Jenny.

Her eyes went from Ziva's desk to Gibbs', "so where do I sit?"

Gibbs gave a slight nod indicating the desk in corner to the left of McGee's, and Jenny took a seat. She sat on the chair, drumming her feet restlessly against the floor, her eyes shifting between Ziva and Gibbs who were both staring intently at the screens in front of them. The first few minutes went by like this until Jenny decided to break the silence. "So...", she started, "is there anything I can do, or I am suppose to just sit here and look pretty?" Ziva grinned, and Gibbs couldn't help but curve his lips into a very good imitation of a smile. "Not that I mind", Jenny continued, "I am very good at looking pretty. It just gets a bit boring after a while".

Gibbs rose from his seat and grabbed a stack of papers from this desk, before he moved over to jenny and unceremoniously dumped them on her desk with a loud thud. "Read them".

Jenny took the first one and opened it, "what is this?"

"Cold case files"

"Anything specific I should look for, or is it just to pass some time until we get a new case?"

"Fiona Lane". Gibbs said, stating the name of the victim in the first file, as he returned to his desk. Jenny's eyes quickly scan the report: 26 years old lieutenant stabbed to death in 2003, found in a pool of her own blood in her bed, murder weapon was never identified and neither was the murder – of course.

"So do we have any new leads in this, or are we supposed to look for something previously missed?"

"The murder weapon turned up – we think", Ziva responded, rising from her chair and made her way to McGee's computer. Skillfully, she tabbed away on the keyboard and two images appeared on the screen. One of them showed the victim's stomach with four little, round holes in it, while the other one was a picture of the responsible weapon.

"An ice pick?", Jenny asked disbelieving, "How very Basic Instinct".

"Finally someone who knows her movies"

David and Shepard both turned around to see Tony walk in, the trademark smile plastered on his face and the mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Well it was a mayor box-office-hit"

He nodded in approval. "So what's up?" he asked dumping his bag on the floor and himself in his chair.

"Old case. 26 years old lieutenant stabbed to death in 2003, apparently with an ice pick", Jenny replied gesturing towards the screen. "She was found naked in her own bed", she added.

"Basic instinct indeed. Well except for the fact that we got a dead woman, not man".

"Could still be a female killer tough," Jen said. "She could've been a lesbian."

Tony broke into a goofy smile, "now that's a nic..", he didn't finish before Gibbs' hand collided with the back of his head. Jenny snickered; it was good to see something never change.

"She had a boyfriend", he informed them.

"But she was cheating", Jenny said. "There is no sign of self-pleasuring, but the ME's said there was traces of her own body fluids. She was definitely aroused when she was killed." She turned to Tony.

"Basic Instinct," they both concluded, grinning.

"There are two of them," Ziva exclaimed in mock horror. Gibbs just shook his head. He had forgotten how much Jenny loved movies.

Tony turned to the screen. "Question is; who did it?"

"Well that's kind of why we're here. Unless they pay you for something different?" Jenny asked teasingly. She had decided that she liked Tony. He seemed fun and in some ways he reminded her a bit of herself.

Tony glared at her. "Well, I don't know, you'd have to ask my boss about that. Not sure you'd get an answer though, since she's currently trying to remember why they're even paying her."

It was Jenny's turn to glare. "Not fair". Tony just smiled.

"Guys", Ziva said gesturing towards the screen. Jenny decided that she looked a bit pissed. Her eyes were following Jenny, observing the way she'd talk to Tony.

"Sorry…" Jenny started, but was interrupted by Tony.

"Never say…"

"I know!" Jenny exclaimed. "You don't need to remind me, I am very familiar with rule number 6." She said glaring at Gibbs. "I remember all of them. They are practically engraved so deep in my brain that not even a car crash and a memory loss can make them go away."

"Really," Tony said smirking. "Then this should be easy. Rule 9?"

"Never go anywhere without a knife"

"Rule 7?"

"Always be specific when you lie"

"Rule 15?"

"Always work as a team." She smirked, this was almost too easy.

"Rule 12?" As soon as the words had left his mouth, a look of regret settled on his face - Probably not the best one to go with.

"Never be unreachable."

"No, that's number 3" Tony said his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

"Really? Well what's rule 12 then?"

"Never date a co-worker", he said unable to look her in the eyes. Yep, definitely shouldn't have brought that one up.

Jenny looked puzzled for a few moments, before her eyes suddenly widened in understanding.

In a quick attempt to carry on with the game and not get too caught up in wondering why the rule had been changed, Tony said, "Number 18?"

"It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission", Jenny said no longer feeling the mood, but determined to play the game and willing herself to forget about the change of rule #12.

"Rule one?"

"Never screw you partner?" She offered with a sly smile.

"Never screw over your partner, Jen". Jenny gaps, Gibbs had sneaked up on her and had practically whispered it in her ear. He had been so close to her, her body tingling from just the mere present of him and the way his breath had tickle her ear. Wait a second. She had been here before. She had had this conversation.

Jenny grabbed Gibbs and ran to the window pushing her back against it and drawing him closer placing his hand on each side of her head. "I never screwed you over, and I'm not you partner, I'm your boss." She all but whispered to his face. Then her whole face light up in a big smile. "We've been here before, right? Right here, we had just descended the stairs and we were having an argument, when you pushed me up against the window?" she asked animated, her enthusiasm growing bigger by the second over actually remembering something.

Gibbs couldn't help but smile, finding her fervor almost kind of cute, and nodded in confirmation.

Before Jenny could actually comprehend what she was doing, it was too late. She had raised herself on her tiptoes, grabbed Gibb's head in her palms and pressed her lips against his unsuspecting ones. It took her a second to realize what she was doing, another one to understand that he wasn't really kissing back, and one last one to remember that they weren't a couple and the year was 2009. She pulled back, biting her lower lip.

"Slip up", she explained unable to look him in the eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. "Forgot we weren't together. It was just the situation, the position…" she gestured towards the close proximity between them. "Seems like a situation that would have led to a kiss – back in the days of course". She added quickly.

"Jenny…" He started but stopped, not knowing what to say.

"Don't say anything, this was entirely my fault. I just need to get used to this – us – not behaving like we used to." She slipped under his right arm without having made any eye contact.

Tony and Ziva were gracefully enough to act as if they were in such a deep conversation about the case that they hadn't seen anything.

"But that does not make sense Tony, why would she do that?" Ziva asked.

Tony shrugged. "Don't know, but it could be a reason."

"So could prostitution, but you do not hear me saying that"

"Well.."

"Because it would be wrong. We have to find a reasonable motive, not whatever you perverted brain can stitch together."

"Hey, you're the one talking about prostitution."

The annoyed agent rolled her eyes.

"Tony, what I am saying is…"

"Coffee-break", Gibbs announced striding towards the elevator.

Jenny sighed, this whole arrangement was stupid. She was way too comfortable around him, to be around him. It felt so right to kiss him, and it came so natural to her. This had been their routine for the past 10 months, according to her, and to just switch from one to the other seemed impossible. Naturally they'd never displayed in kind of affection in public, the key word to their relationship being a secret affair, but the comfort level between them had been through the roof. They teased and taunted each other from the first day, trading insults and witty retorts had quickly become part of their every day routine and flirting by backwards compliments and funny competitions was so easy to do. But what really had brought them together, and kept them there, was their sense of humor. She'd look forward to go to work, knowing that at least one time during the day Gibbs would make her smile and most like laugh out loud. It was so right to be around him, so completely and utterly natural that she'd caught herself wondering if a true love really existed. She'd felt safe around him from the very beginning and though it was never easy and uncomplicated to be with him, it was still easy in the sense of the word that she didn't have to pretend. She let of a shaky breath, suddenly worried that she'd never be able to get that back. Not Jethro-the-lover or even Gibbs-the-ultimate-sex-God, but Leroy Jethro Gibbs her friend and partner with whom she'd felt more comfortable around than anybody else.

A ping ripped her away from her thoughts, and she looked as McGee stepped out of the elevator. Jenny breathed a sigh of relief - for a second she'd been worried that it might be Gibbs, and she was definitely not ready to face him just yet.

"Morning McGee"

"Probie!"

"Good morning"

"Morning guys", he replied and seated himself in his chair. "Do we have a case?" he looked towards the big screen with a picture of Fiona.

"She was stabbed to death in 2003", Ziva answered before Tony and Jenny could make any movie-references. "Most likely with this ice-pick", she added.

"That particular one?" Tim asked, moving closer to the screen.

"Yes, it was found by a man fishing in the lake, completely frozen inside an ice-block"

"That is a Hamilton & Gert-ice pick", he pointed at the picture of the screen. They looked questioningly at him. He shrugged, "my dad used to take me ice-fishing. This brand is very rare," he went to his computer and typed away, "they only have on factory, and it's located here in Washington. It's owned by Jack Hamilton", a picture of a man in his mid-forties appear on the screen.

"I have seen him before", Ziva exclaimed, the others turned to her in surprise. "He was there when we picked up the ice pick, lingering in the backgrou… Wait a second. I have seen that man before!"

"You just said that, David", Tony looked puzzled at her. "Are you jumping too on this amnesia-trend?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "No I mean a long time ago, when we worked that case about Amanda Hill. He was our main suspect, but…"

"We had to let him go because we didn't have enough evidence", McGee cut in, completing the rest of her sentence.

"Exactly", Ziva said. "But it was sort of the same situation, yes? It was also a dead woman, found naked in her bed."

"Hold on", McGee said as he banged on the keyboard. "He is using his cell-phone." A map appeared on the big screen. "He is at "

"We can't really go and pick him up", Jenny chimed in. "We don't have anything on than a hunch and you can't arrest people on hunches. "

"But we could observe him, see if he is going to do anything stupid, now that he knows we have the ice pick", Tony added.

The others nodded in agreement. "Only problem is he has seen us," McGee said

"Not me", Jenny replied and then quickly added, "or did he?"

"No, you are good to go", Ziva responded.

"And me. He didn't meet me the last time, he was here" Tony said.

Jenny locked eyes with Tony and smiled sneakily with a glint of mischief in her eyes as she said, "Undercover-assignment, my favorite!"

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AN2: So there you go, I know it's on the short side, but I hope you enjoyed it :)

About the House/NCIS-story I am actually working on one at the moment, so hopefully I'll be able to post it soon, otherwise I have a NCIS-story that is called The Seven Worlds, where there'll be a lot of AU Huddy, if anybody is interested :)