A/N: umm yeah I have no idea where this is coming from… silly plot bunnies! Anyways thanks for reading and reviewing! Warning: there's strong language in this chapter.

"Anthony," Gibbs said, recomposing himself. Jenny looked between the two men nervously, she had no clue who this man was but if he had the ability to make him go pale she knew he must not be good.

"Jethro," the man responded standing up straight. He was the exact definition of the Napoleon Complex. A short man, who always tried to appear bigger, but rarely succeeded. He was balding and fat, aging clearly had done him no favors.

"You going to attack me again?" Gibbs wasn't afraid of him, Leroy Jethro Gibbs was afraid of no one, but he definitely made him nervous.

"Oh Jethro why can't we just put the past behind us and move on?"

"Hell no. What do you want?" Gibbs was getting increasingly pissed off at this man. His face was bright red and his coffee cup was being crushed in his hand.

"Sounds like someone are still feeling guilty over his wife and daughter's unfortunate demise. I'm glad to see somebody carried out my revenge." Jenny gulped hard at this mystery man's vicious tone. It was clear to everyone there that he was hitting a nerve.

Gibbs slammed his fist down on a nearby table while Jenny and Dante backed away. "You're an awful son of a bitch who's just pissed because you could never earn Shannon back after going an fucking everything up. You just couldn't handle the fact that she was happy with me and we had a family. You tried a stupid idiotic revenge plot that landed you in a mental hospital and lost you your job. You fucked up your life because she ended up with me. Yeah I lost them, but it's better to love and have lost than to never have loved at all and she sure as hell never loved you!"

"She did to love me, she just never admitted it!"

"Anthony what do you think you're doing?" A blonde woman came running over and grabbed him away. Anthony looked ashamed and Gibbs smirked, apparently he was still being controlled by his psychiatrist sister. The triumphant look on Gibbs's face let Jenny and Dante know he had won this battle, despite the fact they had no clue what was going on.

"Jethro, I am so sorry! Are you okay? Anthony is still unstable, but I got him a leave from the hospital to attend our cousin's wedding over here."

"It's alright Lisa don't worry about it, I'm fine."

"Come on Anthony, sorry again Jethro enjoy your trip!" Lisa called before dragging a screaming Anthony away by the arm.

"So where do we want to start?" Gibbs asked turning back towards Jenny and Dante. They both looked at him with big eyes, but Jenny knew better than to ask. Dante started to, but Jenny quickly covered his mouth to stop him. If he wanted to tell her, he would and if he didn't, no amount of asking what get her an answer.

"Cominciamo presso la sede." Dante said, taking the hint he was not going to find out what just happened. He had figured out within minute Gibbs was not a big fan of talking. He grunted when as much as he could and spoke short sentences when he couldn't. But he made his intentions clear and there was no intention he made clearer than his love for Jenny. Dante could see just by the way he looked at her that he loved her.

"Headquarters is always a good place to start," Jenny responded for Gibbs's sake, heading into the bright sunlight, "la strada Dante."

Dante nodded and started walking with Jenny and Gibbs behind him. "I said lead the way, in case you're wondering. You okay?" The expression on her face showed how worried she was, but she was trying hard to fight it.

"Yeah fine." She squeezed his hand and sighed, this was as good as it was going to get. She didn't need him to pour his heart out to her, she just wanted for him to admit when he wasn't okay. It didn't seem like to much to ask, but to a former Marine who didn't do feelings it was too much.

"Um abbiamo un piano?" Dante asked turning around. It had just occurred to him he couldn't bust into headquarters holding his gun and badge, he was undercover. They needed plans and right now they had none. He got the idea that Gibbs wasn't very big on planning things out, he preferred to act on gut feelings.

"Um how about Gibbs and I stakeout headquarters and you talk to anybody who might have information? Er I mean- dite di Gibbs e il quartier generale picchettamento I e di parlare con qualcuno che potrebbe avere informazioni?"

"Sì, è una buona idea. C'è un edificio per uffici abbandonato dall'altra parte della strada si può picchettamento e scattare foto. Avete una macchina fotografica?" Dante said, nodding his head in approval.

"Yes, my camera's in my bag. Can you show us the way to the abandoned building? "

"Hiding out in an abandoned building again?" Gibbs asked, "guess the times change but the missions don't."

"You got a better idea Jethro?" Jenny asked sarcastically.

"No, Jen. Off to the abandoned building we go!" Gibbs responded with mock excitement.

"You're sounding more like DiNozzo everyday." Jenny said before receiving a swift head slap to the back of her head. She was shocked for a moment, she hadn't been head slapped since her days as a probie. When she was his probie she received almost as many head slaps as DiNozzo did. But when they started sleeping together and she became his partner that all changed.

"What the hell was that for?" she spat, angry at him. He wasn't her superior, he couldn't just head slap her.

"For comparing me to DiNozzo!"

"Rule Number 5: You don't waste good. You always said DiNozzo was good so what's the problem?"

"He's damn good, but he's an adult in a college frat boy's body."

"He's matured quite a bit over the time I was his boss!"

"You can't handle the fact I just head slapped you for the first time since Paris!"

"I'm not your probie anymore! In case you don't remember I was your boss!"

"How could I forget Je-en? I believe you told me no off the job when I missed you."

"I know what I said Jethro! There's no need to bring my old mistakes back up!

"Ah love," Dante called out sarcastically to stop the couple's bickering, "nulla di simile." He remembered his grandmother used to tell him 'Non c'è niente come l'amore' which roughly translated to 'there's nothing like love.' Sometimes she would say it sarcastically when a couple was fighting or when she was angry with her husband. But most of the time she meant it. She was married to her husband for seventy years until her death at age eighty-eight. They had their fights like every lovers do, but they loved each other senseless. Through thick and thin, sickness and health, they survived it all. That's how despite their current fight, he knew Jenny and Gibbs were going to make it. He saw what true love looked like from his grandparents and he knew what Jenny and Gibbs had was definitely true love.

"Well, what is the term um I think it's loveparrots? We're here," Dante said.

"It's lovebirds Dante." Jenny explained.

"Are parrots not birds? They have um wings and they fly."

"Parrots are a type a bird, but the phrase you're referring to is lovebirds."

Dante gave an exasperated sigh, "Whatever, we're here go do your jobs. Se si può fare senza uccidere l'altro per primo," he muttered softly under his breath.

"We can do it without killing each other thank you very much Dante," Jenny said. Dante cursed silently to himself, he forgot how quickly she was picking up on this language. He would have to keep that in mind, the last thing he wanted was to get on the redhead's bad side.

"Addio Dante."

"Addio Jenny, Gibbs," Dante called moving away quickly. Jenny and Gibbs made it into the abandoned building and looking around. There wasn't much to look at except for a concrete floor filled with debris and the remains of an old office building. Jenny walked over to an old desk, brushed it off, and put her stuff down. She pulled out her camera and threw it at Gibbs who caught it and walked over to the windows. Jenny pulled out the files and started to read them, highlighting important information.

Both were too absorbed in what they were doing to notice someone else had come to join the party. "Am I seeing a corpse?" the man called out in an unmistakable British accent.

A/N: This is my lame attempt at a cliff hanger….