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Authors note My apologies for the slow update, and this is really only a filler chapter. However we are coming to the end now with only about two more chapter left is all goes to plan.

Thanks to my wonderful reviewers who really do keep me writing: Nat, EowynGoldberry, Left my heart in Paris, TeamCarisleandEsme8, Jenny-Gibbs-Forever, dewulfstephanie, jennyMariaGibbs, silkysexybitch

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Irrevocable

That day Jenny was taken to the hospital, and released later on. She changed into a pair of NCIS issue joggers and a hoodie, her clothes being sent for examination. That night she didn't see Jethro again, it was Lisa who waited with her and then drove her back to the old Georgetown house. The red head was so tired she showed before putting the NCIS gear and rolling under the covers.

When she woke the next morning it was gone half nine, and the house was silent. She knew that Lisa would have gone to work; after all they still hadn't caught him. Jenny also had been doing the job long enough to know that she would not be expected in work. But she'd go, just like she always would do because aside from work she had nothing else.

The red head rolled out of bed, squinting her eyes at the harsh light that was shining through the window. Jen groaned before making her way over to the bathroom, she quickly stripped herself of the previous night's clothes before turning the shower on and stepping under the powerful steaming spray. She closed her eyes and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Even though she had already showered once since she still felt dirty. She could still feel his hands all over her, smell him in her hair. She spent a good half hour scrubbing her skin with a raspberry body wash over and over again, shampooing and conditioning her hair until she'd used over half the bottle. When she finally got out she looked in the mirror.

There were stitched on her head, ones she knew she probably shouldn't get wet but would get Ducky to sort out. All over her body there were cuts and bruises. Her hands were grazed and there were numerous long dried lines of blood across her body from his knife. Ashamed at her appearance she let the mirror steam over before she covered the parts of her body that didn't hurt to reach with body lotion before returning to her room. Jenny stood there, looking in her wardrobe looking for what to wear.

After a couple of minutes she decided that she was going to scrap looking good and formal. Instead she pulled out a pair of her old kick flare jeans which were soft and fitted her well. Then she grabbed a grey marl baggy cotton top and put the two on. Once she had put them on she grabbed a pair of white leisure shoes after deciding that the heels would be too painful. Then she went downstairs and made a coffee.

The mug was warm, sending heat through to her hands. The smell of coffee whiffed up into her nose and even though she was tired, and fed up, she began to relax at the smell. It gave her a wave of relief and she sighed, rubbing her eyes gently. She decided against makeup as she had way too many scratched that would only look and become worse If she had makeup on.

By ten o'clock Jenny had on her leather Jacket, and hair tied into a messy bun and was sat in the back of a taxi heading to work. Her eyes were tired but she was not going to stand back and let everyone else do the work. So when she arrived outside of the building she took a deep breath and she walked in with her head held high. No one really gave her a second glance until she got up to the bullpen. After all there were so many civilians and agents walking in and out of the agency every day that is was often hard to keep track of.

But when she got to the MCRT division of the bull pen they all turned to stare at her. "Seriously? You can't jut take one day off?!" Stated Lisa, groaning in her soft Scottish accent. The rest of the team knew better than to comment. But there was also another issue, there was a gap in-between Jenny and Jethro. As she looked at him he met her eyes. But on top of being in pain and all the emotions that were running through her - it was too much.

She avoided his eyes and that made him realise that things had not been and still weren't as rosy in her life as she made out. Getting in that car had been a risk, and whilst she had acquired vital intelligence, she had risked her life for it. Jenny hadn't had to get in; she easily could have turned him down as she had other men. But by her getting in it showed everyone that she knew he was the killer. And she'd risked her life to catch him.

"What have we got?" She asked. But her voice was quiet and empty. They all noticed the bruises, scars and stitches. The one along the back of her neck was hard to miss. But it was the fact that for what seemed like the first time ever she was stood there wearing no makeup and flat shoes.

McGee didn't know much different though, all he saw was a woman who was shook up. So he began, and the others in truth were grateful, because seeing the redhead shook up was worrying them all. "We found tyre marks around the back of the warehouse and Abby is working on finding out what vehicle they came from. We've got BOLO's issues at every available place, we've got patrols outside of known locations . . . we've got every avenue covered."

"Good." She said. "I'm off to see Ducky; I need him to check my stitches." She said to Lisa, subconsciously touching the gash on her head. Lisa nodded and watched as her friend left. Everyone got back to work, but Gibbs was worried that he'd just made everything a hundred times worse.

Jenny walked into the cold metal room of autopsy and felt a strange sense of relief. She was hugging herself from the shock of the cold, but this place was almost a refuge. Back when she and Jethro were in-between mission this would be her get away place. He was generally frustrated, and only interested in getting her to somewhere private. That frustration had made him as mardy as anything, o she'd escaped to Ducky. Jenny supposed that was what she was doing now.

"Jennifer my dear, how are you?" Questioned the older Scotsman. She'd not had a chance to properly speak to him since she arrived, but she was grateful she was now.

"I've been better duck." She replied honestly. "I was wondering if you could check my stitches. I'm not sure if I've pulled them or something when I was in the shower. I kind of forgot to be careful."

"Of course my dear." He said before putting on some gloves and taking a look. She remained silent as he tightened then, wining every now and again. When he had finished she smiled and took one of the pain killers she had been prescribed. "How are you enjoying Edinburgh? It is a long time since I have been there – regretfully."

She smiled at him, the accent reminding her of the winding streets and cobbles. The almost constant view of the historic castle and the way it was so easy to get lost. "It's lovely Ducky, and if I'm honest it was the perfect place to escape to. Probably because it is so different from here."

"Yes, I suppose it is my dear." She smiled softly. And he looked at her. "If you don't mind my saying so, even though you've had a very rocky 24hours, you don't seem to be yourself Jennifer."

Jenny sighed again and looked down. "I've just got a lot going on Ducky, and being in DC with the way things are, I guess it's just not the best place for me anymore. Too many memories." He just nodded and the red head got up and left, deciding to go and see what Abby had got.

Her mind was spinning though. And as she stood in the lift she pulled the emergency stop switch and fell to the floor. Tears ran down her face and she cried for everything she had lost. Finally her walls had fallen down.