"Jack shall have Jill, Naught shall go ill, the man shall have his mare again and all shall be well." -A Midsummer Night's Dream, William Shakesperea: On reuniting the lovers.

Officer Ziva David did not want to be the one to throw Lydia and Elton Speare in a room together. Agent Tony DiNozzo did not want to be the one to push Lydia and Elton Speare in a room together.

So they compromised: They threatened McGee until he was too scared to protest and made him do it. The Probie pulled Elton Speare out of his interrogation room and explained they were letting him go in a stammering voice—and then quickly ushered him into his wife's interrogation room and locked the door.

Agent Timothy McGee leaned against the door and sighed in relief. His part was done.

In the observation room, Emma Speare stood in between Jenny and Gibbs with her arms crossed, watching her parents' reactions with a lifted eyebrow and a half-smirk. Jenny and Gibbs were glaring into the room, refusing to speak to each other. Ziva and Tony were confined to the back of the room, too scared to get any closer to their bosses than necessary.

The chaos began.

"YOU KILLED CLARA! MY BABY SISTER!"

"YOU KILLED HER, YOU PSYCHOTIC HARPY!"

Lydia and Elton took opposite sides of the interrogation table, glaring at each other, hateful and mean.

"The agents told me, Elton, don't try to wriggle out of this! You put my sweat and blood on the gin bottle—as if I would kill innocent Clara, when you're the one who didn't want me finding out you were screwing around—"

"No, NO, YOU are the one who planted my hair on that bottle, and my sweat! I wasn't screwing around on you, I've always been faithful! You're the loose little harlot, running around behind my back at Quanitco—"

"I would never!"

The shouting escalated.

"What good is this doing?" Gibbs growled, looking at Emma out of the corner of his eye.

"It's showing you how different you are from them, see: they hate each other, while you and Jenny are really just—"

"What good is this doing the case," Gibbs interrupted dangerously.

"Oh, that. Just wait for it," Emma said, turning back to her parents and smirking. Lydia had taken refuge behind the chair Gibbs usually sat in and was crouching down.

"I want a divorce!"

"Sound familiar, Gibbs?" Jenny cracked sarcastically.

"You've been saying that for years, you indecisive bitch?"

"Nope, but did that ring any bells, Jen?" Gibbs retorted.

"Are you calling me a bitch, Jethro?" Jenny snarled, turning towards him.

"You're putting words in my mouth," he responded innocently.

Emma intercepted quickly.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" They looked at her like she was crazy. "You've just admitted there's a reason you're not together! I knew I could make you see if I just trapped you alone together—"

"Psssst! Little girl! SHSHSHSH!" Tony hissed frantically.

"DAMMIT, LYDIA!" the chair Lydia Speare had just fired at her husband slammed against the interrogation Plexiglas, and Emma jumped back, afraid it would break.

"YOU'RE FINGER PRINTS WERE ALL OVER THE BOTTLE! I KNOW IT WAS YOU!" Lydia shrieked.

"Oh, come on, Lyd, I'm TEN TIMES SMARTER THAN THAT! I had the GOOD SENSE TO WEAR GLOVES WHEN I POISONED THE GIN!"

Tony, Ziva, and Jenny gasped. Emma's jaw fell open.

"Did he just—"

"HUSH." Gibbs yelled, listening intently.

Lydia flew at her husband with flying hands.

"You don't think I can be clever, you asshole? I'll SHOW YOU! It really got you scared when they found YOUR HAIR and YOUR FINGERPRINTS on the swizzle stick! BET you're wondering how I pulled THAT OFF!"

Well, this was just getting more and more interesting.

Emma had been right. The two suspects were standing in interrogation, so caught up in fighting that they didn't realize they'd both admitted to murder. Loudly. And on tape.

"CLEVER? YOU KILLED YOUR OWN SISTER!"

"YOU KILLED HER FIRST!"

The table in interrogation flipped over as Lydia knocked Elton to the ground and they scrambled, throwing misaimed punches and putting on a ridiculous show of fighting.

Gibbs unhooked the cuffs from his belt and left the room; they watched him barge into interrogation and drag Lydia off Elton, cuffing her, while Ziva followed quickly with Elton, shouting their rights to them. Tony, Jenny and Emma rushed into the hall as the two agents dragged the killers out of interrogation, both struggling.

"MOM. DAD." Shouted Emma, crossing her arms and glaring at them angrily. Both of them stopped and looked at her.

"Emma, darling, what are you doing here?" Lydia asked, her voice softening.

"Your mother's a killer, baby, didn't I always tell her she was crazy?"

"SHUT UP, ELTON!"

"You two are in so much trouble," snapped Emma, glaring at them both.

"Look what you did, Lyd, you upset her!"

"Me? ME!" the fighting drained out as Gibbs dragged Lydia away, followed by Ziva and Elton.

Tony let out a long whistle as they disappeared; Jenny and Emma turned to him, Emma looking thoughtful and frustrated.

"Well that just sucks," she muttered, stomping her foot. Tony gave her an odd look. Like…a 'how come you're not all upset and surprised like a normal kid' look.

Jenny was already accustomed to Emma being not normal.

"You were right," Tony said to her, a peculiar look dawning on his face, "Gibbs needed you to close the case! A fifteen-year-old!"

Emma rolled her eyes.

"Do you just not listen, Tony?" She asked, drawing a smirk from Jenny. "I know how to work people, really," she turned to Jenny, her young eyes pleading.

"You really should listen to me, you know. I have a good track record. Ask my Aunt Helena and her husband." She said confidently, nodding her head.

Jenny sighed and shook her head, glancing off after Gibbs and Ziva.

She and Gibbs did do a good job of making the entire agency thing they hated each other. But that's just because it wouldn't be good at all for everyone to know they really had it bad for each other. Or, at least, she had it bad for him. She didn't know if he still had it bad for her.

Except, he had tried to compromise her in the office. So maybe.

"You're in on this?" Jenny asked, looking at Tony. He seemed to think twice about lying.

"Yes, ma'am. A Happy Gibbs is a Happy DiNozzo!" he parroted.

"What exactly makes everyone think I make Gibbs happy?" Jenny asked exasperatedly.

Emma and Tony looked at each other.

"Come on, Jenny," Tony said softly.

She sighed in surrender.

Only the epilogue left!

Alexa