Jenny crossed her arms and glared at Gibbs, who watched her in amusement. She was angry because he wouldn't tell her what was in Mexico. She could barely remember anything about herself as it was, it's not like she needed the one person she trusted as of the moment keeping more secrets from her.

Gibbs couldn't help but notice how much she was acting like her old self already. He found her glare and fiery temper rather soothing as it meant she wasn't lost. He couldn't handle losing her again, he just couldn't.

Jenny had been slightly nervous when the plane had taken off, but had relaxed a short time afterwards. They were currently cruising towards their destination.

"So you're really not going to tell me why we're going to Mexico are you?" she asked, brushing a piece of red hair out of her face.

"Nope," he replied. She huffed and leaned back in her seat.

A few minutes later he noticed her frowning, though she seemed to be thinking about something. She was concentrating and tilted her head to the side slightly.

"Jen…?" he said, concern lacing his voice.

"I just remember…something," Jenny replied, then sighed.

"What was it?" Gibbs asked.

"I was in an air hangar like before," Jenny said, "There was another man too with a gun… then you came out of the boot of a car with a gun…but the man driving the car was dead… I know it sounds ridiculous." She shook her head, clearly frustrated. He grinned. "What?" she asked, annoyed.

"About three years ago," Gibbs said, "You were abducted by a man, his brother had, ah, died in out custody and he demanded we make a switch. We had to improvise with the car, pretending he was driving."

"So it was real?" she asked, the hint of a smile forming on her lips.

"Yep," Gibbs nodded. She smiled.

"How did you make it look like the dead brother was driving the car?" she asked.

"We taped his hands to the steering wheel," Gibbs said, chuckling. Jenny laughed too.

Gibbs was reminded so much of a younger more carefree Jenny in Paris in that moment. He had to remind himself that everything would go back to how it was before when this was all over. That made him sad, almost losing Jenny again had made him realise how much he needed her.

**

"Dammit," Tony muttered, rubbing his temples.

"We're hitting a dead end," Ziva said. Tony glared at her. "Was that not right?"

"The saying was right, Zee-vah," Tony said, "It just wasn't very helpful."

"Fighting is not the right way to go about this," Abby said.

"Well what is the right way, Abs?" Tony asked, his tone a little harsher than intended, "I'd really like to know what we could possibly do now."

"Tony," Ziva said, "Stop snapping at everyone. It is not our fault."

"Sorry," Tony mumbled, "The boss is going to kill us."

"Why is that, Agent Dinozzo?" Vance asked, as he breezed into Abby's lab, where they had been working.

"Uh… cos the coffee shop is out of his favourite blend," Tony answered weakly. Vance raised an eyebrow but didn't question him.

"Where is Gibbs?" Vance asked.

"We thought you knew, Director," Abby said, pretending not to know.

"Has he contacted any of you?" Vance asked. They shared a look.

"No," Tony said. "We haven't been able to get a hold of him."

"If he calls," Vance said, "I want to know. Get back to work."

Vance walked out of the room and they all remained silent until the elevator doors had shut behind him.

"That was close," Abby said.

"Too close," Ziva said, "Perhaps we should be more careful?"

"Definitely," Tony said.

"Where is McGee?" Ziva asked.

"He's trying to get some information on that investigation the LAPD are doing," Abby replied.

"If Gibbs calls again and we have nothing," Tony said, "We're dead."

"Timmy will get it," Abby said.

"I just hope Gibbs knows what he is doing with Jenny," Ziva said, "She's still not safe."

"Of course he does," Abby said, "He's Gibbs, he knows everything."