Sorry, I know its a short one, but I wanted to get something up before my Boss came back from his meeting!

Thank you Aly for all your help, YOU are amazing!

Jen slammed the front door, knowing that Jethro was laughing behind it. She took a deep breath, she had to get better quickly because as much as she liked...no loved having him here, it was getting too much, they weren't meant to spend this much time together fully clothed, it was unnatural and frustrating.

She limped to her study and sat down at her desk, running her fingers over the dark wood. The desk had belonged to her father; she loved and hated it at the same time. She opened the top drawer and pulled a photo out, studying it. Her eyes narrowed at it and she resisted the urge to throw it into the fire, she would need it later. A noise in the hallway made her look up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped, furious and slightly worried as to how he had got in.

"Just come to finish what I started...Director."

"Did the thought never occur to you that's what I am doing?" She asked, glancing into the drawer to check if her spare weapon was still there. He didn't notice.

"You've been making my life very difficult Director." He said, coming through the door into her study. She pushed herself up and stared at him.

"Oh...really? I am sorry." She said, ignoring the pain from her ribs which protested at the distain she threw at him.

"No need to be rude, Director, I may have failed in my plan to stop you, but I am going to be civilized and ask you nicely. Please stop."

"I'm afraid that is not going to happen…and when have you been civilized? You tried to kill me."

"You tried to shut me down." He replied. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"You deserve nothing."

Tony, Ziva and McGee stood round the plasma, the recent event of Abby tracing the cell phone still shocking them all.

"So…I really can rip his tongue out?" Ziva asked with a little too much enthusiasm.

"Please, stop with the ripping out of tongues?" McGee asked.

"Who's ripping out whose tongue? DiNozzo, what the hell is he doing up on the plasma?" Gibbs asked, surprising them all. Ziva was the first to recover.

"Actually, Gibbs, Abby traced the cell phone that called Spencer." She gestured towards the plasma. Gibbs stared at the screen, trying to determine if his team were joking or not. They all waited for it to sink in and for Gibbs to give them an order.

"Come on." He said as he turned towards the elevators. They grabbed their bags and ran after him.

"Where are we going Boss?" Tony asked, "We don't have an address for him."

"I know where he is."

"Really Director, I don't know where this hostility has come from. Didn't I help you out recently?" He asked, running his index finger over the spines of her books. She resisted the urge to pull his hand away, not wanting him touching anything of hers.

"I saw the autopsy photos, there is a strange resemblance between the mark on my fathers hand and the mark on La Grenouille's hand. You didn't think I would put two and two together?" She asked, anger quickly rising, wishing she could punch the smug bastards face, knowing that she would probably do more damage to herself right now.

"It's a pity you're a so clever, Director. It will get you into trouble one of these days." She let out a bitter laugh.

"Don't try and intimidate me, it wont work…why did you kill my father?" She asked finally, the question that she had been burning to ask for so long came out. He looked shocked that she asked it.

"He had become a liability, he needed to be disposed." He shook his head as she went for her weapon, and he pulled out his and pointed it straight at her head. "I wouldn't if I were you Director, with your injuries I am bound to be quicker than you." The deep voice from behind surprised him, almost as much as a barrel against his skull.

"Maybe, but you wont be quicker than me...put the gun down, Kort."

V!

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