Judgment Day and Season Six

3 days later…

On the day of Jenny's funeral everyone wore black. Gibbs sat with Holly as they watched the coffin being lowered into the ground.

Jennifer 'Jenny' Shepard

born 11 March 1960

died 16 May 2008

The First female Director of an armed federal
agency. A giant step for feminism.

Holly had stared forlornly at the ground for the majority of the service, not even looking up when Abby played jazz as they walked from the grave. But her sadness had nothing to do with Jenny, her best friend Matt was still recovering from a car crash and she had a scar on her shoulder that the doctors had said would be there for the rest of her life.

As she sat in the bullpen head on Abby' lap she sighed with sadness. Jenny had made her life a misery, she could go so far as to she hated the woman.

"Holly," Gibbs said to the girl who was lying miserably on Abby's lap.

"What is it daddy?" asked Holly, sitting up.

"Director Vance has said that… Tony and Ziva can't work here anymore," Gibbs said sadly. "And McGee is moving to another part of the building."

"Why?" Holly asked, tears in her eyes.

"The new Director says so" replied Gibbs.

"I don't think I like him," she sulked.

NCIS

4 months later…

"I hate my daddy's new team," Holly said to Matt as they lined up for lunch on the first day of term.

"I know what you mean," Matt said. "My mommy's having something called mee-grains."

"What's that?" asked Holly.

"Her head hurts a lot," shrugged Matt. "Daddy says it's alright. She's not going to die or anything."

"Hey squirt!" yelled a fifth grader. He was talking to a young black boy just in front of the girls.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Your worst nightmare," replied the fifth grader, guffawing at the boy. He then proceeded to shove the boy over and snatch his money from his hand. He then yelled a racist slur at him before storming off.

"Are you okay?" asked Holly, helping the boy up.

"I'm fine," he said. "My name's Jared, who are you?"

"I'm Holly."

"And I'm Matt," piped up Matt. "You'd better sit with us. For your own safety you know."

"And two girls will make me feel so much safer, I'm so safe right now!" Jared said, laughing despite the situation.

NCIS

Gibbs sighed a heavy sigh. He was working a joint case with the FBI and Harry Haycroft's team. How that had happened he was still clueless.

"Hi Gibbs," Harry said.

"Good morning Harry, how is the family?" asked Gibbs pleasantly.

"Rosie is still complaining about those goddamn headaches! I have to get her to a doctor to convince her it's not serious," Harry said. "She's convinced she's got cancer so I am up to my knees in it."

"Well, get her to a doctor soon," suggested Gibbs. "My mom had cancer. Dad didn't believe her, by the time we got her to a doctor it was too late. Best to give her the all clear."

"Anyway, if I may say, I preferred your old team," Haycroft dropped his voice to a whisper.

"Me to Harry," Gibbs said, entering the bullpen, ready for another day of complete and utter chaos. "What have we got?"

Subtle dilemma so far. What could it be?

Next time: Jared reveals who his father is. Gibbs comes to terms with the fact he may never get his team back. What's up with Rosie?