Hi everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update this, after spring break ended I kind of slacked off in my writing. But I finally managed to write up this chapter and I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: Okay, so the creepy guy is back which means that none of you took up my offer for trading him with the ownership of NCIS. Seriously, everyone, switch with me? Please?

"I can honestly say that that was the most interesting day I've had in four years." Jenny Shepard said as she collapsed onto Gibbs' couch.

"Why? All you did was sit in my chair, drink coffee, and watch the children I call coworkers fight." Gibbs said as he took two steaks out of his fridge.

"Exactly." She replied, watching Gibbs season the steaks. "You have to admit, Jethro, they can be quite entertaining."

"Yeah and quite annoying." Gibbs responded, shaking his head and stepping outside, slapping the steaks on the grill.

"Speaking of annoying, I have my first Psych Evaluation tomorrow." Jenny asked, standing up and walking over to the back door. "You know, I'm really starting to understand why everyone always complains about them, Jethro, they're quite a pain. Actually, they're more than quite a pain, they're-"

"Like banging your head against the wall repeatedly for an hour?" Gibbs suggested, turning around an stepping towards her.

"Precisely." Jenny replied, laughing, before Gibbs finally reached her and pulled her into a kiss.

A few moments later, the two pulled apart, smiling. Reaching up, Gibbs put his hand on Jenny's cheek, making her smile grow even wider as Gibbs acted completely out of character, but romantic nonetheless. Suddenly, their moment was shattered when Jenny glanced behind Gibbs to see the grill spewing black smoke.

"Jethro! The steaks!" She yelled as he turned around and lunged forward, grabbing a pair of tongs and chucking the two charred pieces of meat across the yard.

Turning the grill off, he slowly looked back to see Jenny's face a light pink. A moment later, she burst out laughing, pointing to the two lumps of black sitting in the middle of a pink rose bush. A horrified expression crossed Gibbs' face for a moment, his first wife had planted the first rose seed a year before her death and he had sometimes worked for hours watering and pruning it in order to make sure that it remained healthy and in bloom. Glancing around, his eyes wide, he realized that the bush that the steaks had landed on was actually the one that Abby had snuck over and planted a few years before, hoping it would end up producing black roses, not the one Shannon had raised.

Sighing deeply, Gibbs returned his gaze to Jenny, who now had tears streaming down her cheeks she was laughing so hard. Gibbs chuckled as well, he never though he'd see the director, the woman who never showed any emotion, who faced down the barrel of a gun without even batting an eye, giggling at something as random as two burnt-to-a-crisp steaks resting on a rose bush. Once she could finally breath again, Jenny grinned at Gibbs, her smile lightening his momentarily sour mood completely.

"Pizza and beer?" Gibbs asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Gee, ya think?." Jenny replied in a scarily accurate imitation of Gibbs' voice. Laughing again, this time at the astonished look on his face, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside, slamming the door behind her.

...

"Worst Psych Eval ever." Jenny said flatly, trying not to remember the feeling of reliving the memories she had tried to banish into a dark corner for the past four years of her life. Taking a sharp right, the ex-director clenched the wheel tighter as she swerved through traffic, trying to get back to Gibbs' house as soon as possible. After the Psychological Evaluation had finally ended and she'd taken a short, yet still annoying Polygraph test, Jenny had decided to come home early and try to sleep the memories away.

"What happened?" Gibbs asked through the phone, chuckling at her annoyed tone.

"Well first she made me answer these totally irrelevant questions about my past and certain missions that I've been on." Jenny said, gritting her teeth as she remembered the uncomfortable questions on a mission she'd been assigned to years ago in Paris. Gibbs had fallen silent on the other end of the phone, also remembering their trip to Paris and wondering what Jenny had told the lady.

"And?"

"And then I asked her, 'Are these questions really required? Or do you just want to know the answer so you can tell everyone else in the building?'" Jenny answered, groaning as she stopped at a stoplight.

Gibbs laughed, imagining the poor girl conducting the evaluation's expression at this. "What did she say?"

"That shut her right up. So anyway, then she kept asking me what it felt like to know that my sister died in my place and that Mike Franks, the man who had practically saved my life, was dead as well. I swear, Jethro, it was absolute torture. Much worse than banging your head against the wall for an hour." Jenny sighed as the car in front of her finally started to move, over fifteen seconds after the light turned green. At this pace, she wasn't going to be back at Gibbs' until 3046.

"Being stuck babysitting a team of three year olds for five more hours." Gibbs rolled his eyes, ignoring the whiny "Hey!" DiNozzo yelled across the Bullpen.

"You could always come home to me..." Jenny trailed off, finally entering Gibbs' neighborhood.

"No he can't!" A cheery voice chimed through the phone.

"Abby?" Both Gibbs and Jenny asked, realizing that the Forensics Scientist must have somehow intercepted their phone call and had been listening in for who knows how long.

"Hi! Sorry I've been listening in for the past ten minutes. But I have something for you, Gibbs, you know, on the case we got when Jenny was doing her Psych Eval, and you two have been talking for like forever so I thought just getting on the same call would be easier."Abby apologized, sipping her Caf-Pow!

"You have a case?" Jenny asked curiously as she pulled up in front of Gibbs' house.

"Yeah, dead sailor, shot in the head, no biggie. But I just pretty much solved it so you should probably get down here soon, Gibbs." Abby said as McGee walked into her lab, clearly bored out of his mind.

"Sure, I'll be down in a second, Abs." Gibbs promised, sending a glare towards his two half bickering-half flirting agents.

"'Kay. But no rush or anything, you guys can keep talking. Has anyone ever told you that you're sooo cute together?" She asked, grinning. "Dontcha think, Timmy?" Abby questioned McGee, who just shrugged noncommittally. "Anyway, Gibbs I'm gonna drive you home tonight so Jenny doesn't have to come back and she can take a nap or just chill or whatever. But don't thank me now because Timmy and I are going to see a movie so it's gonna be kinda a tight squeeze. Okay, well I guess I'll see you soon, Gibbs!" Abby giggled, hanging up the phone.

"I better be off as well, Jethro. You do have a case to work on and I wouldn't want to distract you from your work or anything." Jenny said, stepping out of the car.

"I'll be home soon. If I don't die trapped in Abby's hearse with her and McGee on the way there, that is." Gibbs answered, hanging up the phone.

"Finally, some time to relax." Jenny breathed, reaching Gibbs' front door and stepping inside, dropping her bag on the floor and stretching. The ex-director took a step towards the kitchen, wondering if Gibbs had anything edible in his fridge, when something knocked her from behind and the world went black.

...

A man stood in a dark room, cleaning the barrel of his gun slowly, concentrating on what he was doing. He had waited for this moment for four years, and he hadn't been able to sleep a wink since he knew that what he had dreamed of doing was finally possible. His dark brown hair hung low over his eyes, barely covering his swollen black eyes. Blinking rapidly, he attempted to ward off the sleep that was just threatening to ruin his plan. Finally finishing the task at hand, the man slipped the gun into the leather holster at his hip, careful not to rub it too much on the sides as to keep it shiny and clean.

As the sun finally slid out from behind the clouds, the room was illuminated, the tiny glass window sending streaks of light throughout the cellar. The room was small, about the size of a large supply closet, but the perfect size for what the man was planning to do. To the right, a single door led back up to the abandoned warehouse, and to the left was the window, still casting rays across the room. Cigarette butts littered the dusty floor and the only chair in the room was resting behind the man, next to a small table covered in hundreds of photos of a single redheaded woman.

The man crouched down, his hair again flopping in front of his eyes as his knees slowly nudged the only other person in the room. The woman's light red hair had fallen out of it's hairband and it currently hung in falls around her pale face. Her slender body was curled up against the wall, where the man had shoved it after dragging it down the stairs and across the room. At first glance she would appear dead except for the slow rising and falling of her chest. Suddenly, she stirred, sitting up slowly and rubbing her still-closed eyes.

Bright green eyes flashing open, Jenny didn't look surprised to see the man standing in front of her, stroking his gun. But then, when did she ever look surprised. Glancing down at her tied arms and legs, Jenny shifted so that she was in a sitting position, staring the man down.

"Maxim." She muttered, glaring at him.

"Jenny Shepard. Long time no see, eh?" He asked, his accent thick as he sneered at her.

"You could say that." Jenny replied as a shot rang out, the sound still echoing off the walls as one person dropped to the ground.

Oh no! Someone dropped to the ground. Can we assume they are dead yet? Personally, I would like it to be Maxim who dies, but we all know that the episodes only turn out the way we want them to half of the time, so why should this have a happy ending? Just kidding people! Just so you all know, I love a happy ending so hopefully this turns out good. No worries, it will. Probably. Maybe?

Anyways, I'm sooo annoyed! My mom canceled the NCIS recording I had set for tonight's episode so she could record Glee so I have no idea what happened! Was it amazing? Was Ryan back? :P I'm dying to know!

Review please! It'll make me feel much better! :D

Seriously, though, Glee over NCIS? And this close to the season finale? Arg! :