Leroy Jethro Gibbs slammed his keyboard down onto his desk in anger, causing agents around him to walk faster. Not that there were a lot of agents in the building at 5:30 in the morning. On his screen were a number of files, all of which he couldn't access. Like Jenny's personnel file. It had been sealed, and Gibbs had no idea how to open it without McGee. But of course, McGee couldn't know what Gibbs was doing. He wouldn't drag his agent into his personal problems, even if they did involve Jenny. When he found out about her double identity, he went straight to Ducky.

He stormed into the man's home, slamming the door behind him. Ducky appeared at the doorway, and he knew as soon as he saw Jethro's face, that he had figured it out.

"Jethro…"

"When were you going to tell me?" his voice was like razor blades, making Ducky flinch. He knew this was coming. He had known since Jenny told him after Gibbs had been blown up, and in a coma. It had been a difficult time, for everyone, but her the most.

"I was waiting for her to tell you herself, Jethro."

"You're my friend, Ducky. Friends don't keep secrets from each other."

"Well then why didn't you tell me about Kelly and Shannon?"

"Because I thought they were dead. It was in the past. How was I supposed to know that Jenny was in fact, my first wife? All these years I grieved over Shannon. Yet, all along she was alive. She was my partner, Duck." His voice was trembling now, and he fell to his knees.

"And let me guess, you're going to tell me that Kelly's not dead either."

Ducky made his way over to his friend, crouching beside him.

"She…no. She's not dead."

Those words echoed, and Jethro shook his head free of them. Ducky hadn't been able to tell him where she was, but he was sure she was safe. Jenny-Shannon- would have made sure of it. Gibbs sighed, straightening his keyboard, and typing in another name to the NCIS database. Kelly Gibbs. The only records were the newspaper articles. The report was sealed, just like everything else. Damn it. He got to his feet and heading towards the new directors office, Abby stepped in front of him. A woman stood behind her, brown hair in curls framing her face, and dressed in a simple white knee length dress. Their eyes met, and Jethro saw that she was anxious. Anxious about what?

"Gibbs, this is my friend Melinda Gordon. She…we need to talk." Abby said quietly, lacking her usual bubbly-ness.

"Actually, I was about to go see Vance…"

"Now, Gibbs."

Gibbs gave her a weird look, but led both women to the conference room, not knowing what to expect. Melinda looked as if she was thinking the same thing.

Once in the room, Gibbs offered her a coffee and she politely accepted, sitting at one of the chairs situated around a long table. Abby paced the room, silently wishing that McGee were here to comfort her. Gibbs handed Melinda the drink, before grabbing Abby gently by the shoulders and guiding her to a chair. She dropped into it heavily, tugging at one of her black ponytails.

"Agent Gibbs, the reason I requested to talk to you, was because…" Melinda looked at Abby, who only nodded in encouragement, "I have a message for you."

His face didn't change, but his eyes did, Abby noted. They looked softer somehow. And tired. Like he was tired of life.

"What kind of message?"

She hesitated. "Do you believe in ghosts agent Gibbs?"

Jethro held her gaze, for a long moment, before Melinda looked away.

"Yes, to a certain extent."

His answer surprised Abby and her guest. Neither had seen that coming.

"Well, I'm one of few people who can see them. The ones who haven't crossed over yet."

Gibbs nodded, looking briefly at Abby.

"Several days ago, I was contacted by a ghost, who claimed to be Jenny Sheppard. Director of NCIS, until recently." As if on cue, she appeared by Jethro.

Melinda saw his breath catch, and he grew tense. He was obviously such a calm, collected person, yet at the mention of her name, his mask slipped away.

"In fact, she's here right now."

He looked around hastily. There were so many things he wanted to ask her. So many things he wanted to know.

"Jenny…" he hesitated. He didn't know what to call her now that he knew about her double identity. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Jenny frowned, unsure of what he was talking about. Her sickness? Her feelings for him? There was no way he could know about the other thing…could he?

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Kelly were alive, all those years?"

Abby's eyes widened in shock. 'You and Kelly?' Did he mean Jenny was…no, it was impossible.

Jenny/Shannon, Melinda noted, had a similar look on her face. Abby had given her a brief run down of Gibbs past, including his first wife and daughter being killed in a car accident.

"I…my god, Jethro. You knew?" Jenny's voice shook, and she placed her hand on his cheek. Jethro looked up, startled.

"I just…" he looked at Melinda, "I just heard her speak."

A/N: Cliff hangers…hehe. The next chapter will probably be the last, as I'm not getting a lot of feedback. I've enjoyed writing it so far and I thank those people who have shown an interest.