This chapter is for elflordmistress… for your kind words and enthusiastic encouragement. Thank you.
This chapter is split into two.
As always, review and enjoy…
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The woman stood in the doorway, pointing her gun. Her gaze was as cold as steel.
Another stood in the study, gun in hand, limp, and a drink in the other. Her gaze was full of tears.
The man stood between them, head down, hands empty, waiting.
There was a shot. A thump. A clang. A sob.
There was silence.
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Gibbs and Jenny had talked, and he had discovered that she had once again been keeping secrets. He had found the files when he had gone looking for a file in her office. He knew it was prying, and she was still Director at work, but he had done it anyway, just to annoy her a little. What he found was a file containing information from years ago, plus some recent additions. He had taken it, knowing he had to confront her that night.
Though they had talked about the motivation behind the diner incident months ago, Gibbs had assumed Jenny called their beloved assassin 'Natasha' just to be funny- a code name between them… or perhaps companion to Boris. It only just hit him that the name was not a term of endearment or a kooky nick-name. It was the name that she now carried.
Natasha.
Gibbs knew what he had to do, and he didn't like it one bit. He had to stop Natasha… Svetlana really… and to do so would put either Jenny or him in danger. Neither was an option. He would die for Jenny, but he wasn't just going to hand his own head on a platter without a damn good plan.
The problem was any good plan required back-up. And back-up would require intimate knowledge of the target. Well, guess who had that?
He was frustrated beyond belief when Jenny finally came home that night. He was waiting at the kitchen table, and watched as she sighed, dropped her coat and briefcase and turned to greet him with a tired smile.
Her smile faltered.
"You found it?"
"Found what?"
"Don't give me that. The file?"
"I did"
She nodded, accepting that she was busted and preparing herself for a dressing down.
"I'm going to need your help?"
"What?"
She couldn't help but show her shock.
"I believe that she's here Jen… I can't get her alone"
"You're going to let me help?"
He nodded. "You were my partner for years- you're good. I need someone I can trust for this"
She nodded and took a seat opposite him at the table.
"You have a plan in mind?"
He nodded…
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Part 2 to come….
LOOK! A CLIFF-HANGER!!!!!! Mwahahahaha *Mr. Burn's fingers