So here are the next two installments. two more after these. I think I'll have them written by the end of the weekend, but I'm not sure. Oh I have no legal knowlegde whatsoever so I hope I didn't make many mistakes. Enjoy!

6. Burglary

Burglary is typically defined as the unlawful entry into almost any structure (not just a home or business) with the intent to commit any crime inside (not just theft/larceny). No physical breaking and entering is required; the offender may simply trespass through an open door. Unlike robbery, which involves use of force or fear to obtain another person's property, there is usually no victim present during a burglary.


"One day, I'm going to call the cops and have them arrest you for breaking and entering"

She laughed as she walked down the last steps to his basement.

"And how do you plan to prove that, there is no sign of breaking, no lock that was forced open, no broken glass from a window or anything else."

"Don't worry I'll find a way."

"Sure you will."

"Any specific reason you're here Jen?"

"I have a couple of papers I need for you to sign." she waved a file in the air.

"And you couldn't give me that tomorrow?"

"No, it's kind of urgent."

"Of course it is."

He wiped his hands clean on an old cloth and motioned for her to hand over the file. He held the pages a little further away, trying to see what was written. But it was all kind of a blur. Seeing him squinting his eyes at the paper made her roll her eyes. He still wouldn't admit he needed glasses, she knew he had them, but he never used them. Well, it looked like he was going to have to put them on this time because she hadn't brought hers either. She followed him to his living room.

It had been a while since she'd last been here, probably when they were partners. She took in her surroundings. Not much had changed since then, it was still the same furniture with the light feminine touch of one of his ex-wives and still the same pictures on the wall. Or maybe not.

It wasn't until then she noticed the picture with her in it. Well to be exact, her, Jethro and Abby. She picked the frame up from one of his bookshelf. It was the picture taken right after Kate's funeral. Apparently Jethro had found the photographer and ordered a copy of the photograph.

Just as she returned the frame to its original place Jethro entered, this time with his glasses on.

"Where did I put that file. Ah, there it is." He opened it and started to read.

She paced around the room a little more, while he read the papers, with a sigh she looked at him over her shoulder.

"Can't you just sign them? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "I never thought I'd see the day Jennifer Shepard would suggest to break the rules of bureaucracy."

"Very funny Jethro." She huffed as she flopped onto the brown leather couch.

He ignored her as he continued to read. When he finally finished and signed his name at the bottom of the last page. Then he looked over to his couch. The familiar red hair was not visible anymore. He walked a little closer and there she was, sprawled on the couch. He walked around, to see if she really was asleep. The serene look on her face and the closed eyes confirmed his suspicion.

Well she definitely hadn't lied when she told him she was tired.

He wasn't sure if he should wake her, because he knew how cranky she was when someone woke her before she wanted to wake up. Once, she even gave him a black eye when he tried to wake her up.

He made himself some coffee and thought about it for just a little while longer. She still hadn't woken up. Finally he made his decision and picked her up. Carrying her up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

Years ago, he would've brought her to his own room, but they weren't in the same place as they were back then. He wasn't sure if she even wanted to be there. He smiled as she hugged the pillow a little closer, knowing it would smell just like her in the morning. A constant reminder to remember her by. Even if she was just a few miles away. He left the room and went back to his basement, to work a little more.

About an hour later he decided it had been enough for tonight. He put his tools away, locked the front door and turned of the lights before he went upstairs. He pulled his shirt off and headed for the shower. Sawdust got everywhere, and he really did mean everywhere.

He was still drying his hair when he walked back into his bedroom, but he stopped when he saw the lump underneath the covers. A lump that had the same shape as a body. To be more precise, a feminine body. He looked around. No, this was the right room. His bedroom and not the guestroom.

Since when did Jen walk in her sleep?

His knees protested in advance. Not ready to carry her to the other room again. He hesitated for a moment. They were adults. They could share a bed together, it's not like they hadn't done it before.

He slipped under the covers. Smiling at the sight of red hair on the pillow next to him.

Just like old times.

Jen felt her pillow move, with her hand she tried to push it back to its original position. That was, until she realised what she was doing. Her eyes shot open. But it was too dark to see anything.

" Jen, I heard something, and I'm going to check."

"Why am I here/"

"Short explination, you fell asleep, now I'm going downstairs to see if there's anyone there."

"I'm coming with you, where's my weapon."

He could hear the determination in her voice, and he knew there was no chance he could convince her otherwise. Instead he just answered her question with another one.

"How should I know?" Jen groaned and fell back in the cushions as she remembered where she put it.

"It's in my briefcase."

"There is no time. Lets go downstairs."

Quietly the two left the room, hearing the soft sound of someone rummaging through the drawers. Gibbs was the first to complete the descent, his gun ready in his hand. Jenny was right behind him. She spotted her briefcase, it was just visible behind the couch. She started to walk over and get it, not feeling comfortable without her own gun to protect her.

Jethro stopped her just after she made the first step. She threw him a questioning look, he put his fingers on his lips and pointed at the shadow moving in the living room.

Jenny nodded in understanding, this was not a time to be rash. Instead, they split up, to cover both exits.

"A bit late for a visit, isn't it?" the man, who was busy stuffing a dvd-player in his bag looked up in surprise. He dropped the bag and tried to make a run for it.

Jenny stopped him at the other side of the room. " I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He tried to push his way past her but she flipped him on his back. She never thought those self defence classes would be this effective.

"NCIS, you're under arrest."

Gibbs rattled off the burglar's Miranda rights, while cuffing him to the table leg. Jenny used her cell phone to call the cops. Legally she wasn't sure if they even had jurisdiction on this and she decided it was better to be safe.

"Okay, thanks." She disconnected the call and looked at Jethro's expecting face.

" They'll be here in ten minutes."

He nodded and threw a last glance over his shoulder at the intruder.

"At least that's one person whom I've been able to bust for breaking and entering."

Jenny laughed and said in a teasing voice, "Let's hope the police can find the evidence to back it up."