Here is the next chapter for ya'll! Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the reviews!

Oh, I have a good idea about a song fic of sorts, but I have no idea how to do it. I don't know enough movies to do what I want to do. If anyone is interested, just give me a yell and I'll tell you what my idea is. Thanks

Gibbs and Jenny stood on the catwalk just out of the sight of the team. "I think it's time the rules were upgraded," Jenny told the marine. "No rule is going to stop those two couples." Abby and McGee were leaning against his desk while Tony and Ziva stood in front of them, hand in hand.

"It's been a moot point for a while," Gibbs explained. "More of a rule for me than anything."

"You can't hide behind your rules, Jethro," Jen said, walking down the stairs. She knew what Gibbs was doing and it frustrated her. "Special Agent DiNozzo, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will personally kick you to the curve," Jen said, transitioning into the Director of NCIS. "As for you, Officer David," she said, turning to Ziva, "come to my office. You need to sign a few papers to permanently transfer you to NCIS." Jenny allowed a small smile to appear on her face.

"Yay!" Abby squealed, running over and hugging Ziva tightly. "I knew you wouldn't leave."

"One condition though," Jenny added. "Director David wishes for you to return for a couple weeks to tie up a few strings."

Ziva nodded in understanding. She knew what her father was talking about; every former Mossad agent had to go through a debriefing when leaving the agency.

"Uh, Boss, can you go ahead and kill me now?" Tony asked when Gibbs reached the group.

"If you hurt her, I'll make you wish you've been born," Gibbs warned him. "That goes for you, too, McGee," he added, giving the probie a knowing look. "I want every relationship kept out of the office," he told the whole team, looking at Jenny who smirked.

That Night

Laila had been put to bed an hour ago, and Tony had insisted on showing Ziva one of his all-time favorite movies, McLintok!.

When the credits rolled across the screen, Ziva sighed, settling against Tony's chest.

"What's wrong, sweetcheeks?" Tony asked, his arms holding Ziva securely against him.

"Something does not feel right," Ziva replied. "Why hasn't Ivansic tried again? It's been almost two weeks."

"I know. We are looking for all the clues we can find. The man's a ghost," Tony said. "I'm not going to let him hurt you. If he comes back, we are ready for him."

"Tony, Laila has never been by herself before. Whenever I went on any missions, Laila stayed with my father, or the babysitter," Ziva explained, turning around to face Tony. "I do not know how she will be."

"She did fine when you were hurt. I'm sure we can make it until you get back," Tony assured her, kissing the top of Ziva's head. "So, when do we get our honeymoon, Mrs. DiNozzo?" he asked, smiling his classic DiNozzo smile.

"Tonight is as good as any to start," Ziva said, standing up and pulling Tony with her. When they reached the bedroom, Tony used his foot to shut the door behind them.

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On the other side of town, McGee and Abby sat in Abby's living room, listening to a new band McGee had found.

"Gibbs knows a lot more than he lets on," McGee said, shaking his head. He never imagined that Gibbs would see what they were refusing to admit.

"Of course, McGee! He's like Superman," Abby said in her usual hyper mood.

"Is it true you have a new tattoo?" McGee asked and Abby smiled.

"Why don't we go find out," she whispered, leading McGee to the bedroom.

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Gibbs sat in his basement, nursing a cup of bourbon. Jen had been right: he had made Rule #12 to protect himself. By making a rule against dating co-workers, Gibbs had hoped to protect his team from the same heartache he felt.

"You really need to learn to lock your door, Jethro," Jenny said, walking down the steps into the basement.

"Is it a requirement for you to come here before heading to one of your fancy dinners?" Gibbs shot back. Jenny's dress revealed just enough of her curves that Gibbs was tempted to forget all about that certain rule. Heck, he could not even remember what rule he was thinking about.

"Actually, I was on my way to a friend's house," Jenny explained, taking her jacket off.

"Wouldn't want you to be late," Gibbs said, picking up his sander and began working on his boat. Anything to keep his mind preoccupied.

Jenny sighed, he was doing it again. "I left to protect you, Jethro. If I had told you that I was being chased, you would have done something stupid. I could not let you get hurt," Jenny admitted.

"We were partners, Jen. Partners look out for each other," Gibbs replied, looking at her before returning to work on his boat.

"I was not thinking right," Jenny sighed.

"You lied to me," Gibbs said, pointing the sander at Jenny before grabbing his cup and taking a large drink.

"I did what I thought was best. You would have done the same thing if you were in my position," Jenny defended.

"Do you know who killed the man? I did. Ducky told me what happened, and I went after the son of a bitch. Now tell me you could take care of yourself," Gibbs told her. "You were unconscious in the hospital. There was no way you could have taken him on your own. Hell, it was luck that I did." He sighed, "I was willing to make a go of it, but you disappeared. You were the one that got away." His voice trailed off when he realized what he had said.

Jenny looked at the Marine in front of her. Not since Europe had she seen Gibbs without his defenses up. "I'm here now," she whispered. "Who else is going to control your stubborn ass?" she smirked.

"I am not stubborn," Gibbs said, rolling his eyes. "I'm just…"

"A Marine," Jenny finished for him. "I've heard it all before," she said, closing the distance between the two. "I know I've done stuff in the past that hurt you. But, we've got another chance to try again."

Gibbs studied Jen for a moment before doing what he had wanted to do since he saw her again a year ago. He closed the space between the two of them, leaning his head down to meet her lips.

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Tony sat at his desk trying to ignore the empty desk in front of him and the growing nag in the pit of his stomach. Ziva's worries about Ivansic had gotten to him. The man was still out there probably planning his next move, yet there was nothing Tony could do. The team had exhausted every lead they found. Now it was up to the CIA and Mossad to find him.

"Tony!" Tony heard from beside him. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Tony looked at a worried McGee. "What's wrong?' McGee asked, concern showing through his voice.

"I'm fine, McPhil. What do you think could be taking so long up there?" Tony asked, nodding towards the Director's office where Gibbs had disappeared twenty minutes ago.

"You don't think…" McGee started, but trailed off.

"They did have a past," Tony added, beginning to wonder. Both men stood staring at the door.

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"Jenny, we have to find this guy before he tries to kill another one of my agents," Gibbs said.

"I have every possible source looking for intel. He has gone off the radar. The CIA believes he is using La Grenouille's group to evade us."

"You've been after that man for over a decade, what's his weakness?' Gibbs asked. "If we get him, we get Kort."

"I'm trying, but he disappeared. None of the intel I have is helping," Jenny sighed, frustrated. Gibbs walked up behind her and held her against him.

"We will get this batard, I promise," he whispered in her ear before kissing her temple.

Jenny stood there trying to think how she could find the man who was after Ziva. A light bulb went off in her head, "Jeanne! She's the only link to La Grenouille that I never had a chance to investigate," Jenny said, turning around to face Gibbs. "A father would not stop talking to his only daughter."

"I'll send Tony and McGee to talk to her," Gibbs said, giving Jenny a quick peck on the lips before leaving the office.

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"DiNozzo, McGee, go talk to Jeanne Benoit. Find out anything and everything she knows about her father," Gibbs ordered, walking into the bullpen.

"Uh, Boss, you sure?" Tony hesitated.

"You know her better than anyone else," Gibbs told the senior field agent.

"What about Laila? I'm supposed to pick her up in an hour," Tony said, looking at his watch.

"I will get her. Now, GO!" Gibbs barked, hiding his grin until Tony and McGee had left.

Israel

Ziva walked down the hall towards her father's office, ignoring the looks she was receiving from everyone she passed. Reaching the door, she received a nod from the secretary. Taking a deep breath, Ziva opened the door. Her father sat at his desk, reading a paper lying in front of him.

"Shalom, Ziva," Eli David said as she shut the door.

"Shalom," Ziva replied, obligatorily giving her father a kiss on the cheek.

"We have captured Daniel Ivansic in Egypt. Officer Rivkin is escorting him back as we speak," Eli said, leaning back in his chair.

"I want to see him," Ziva stated, fire burning in her eyes.

"I figured you would. I will contact you as soon as he arrives," Eli said, handing Ziva a folder. "Here is everything Michael sent me. When you are finished with Ivansic, you are free to go back to Washington."

"Thank you, Abba," Ziva said, truly grateful to her father for the first time.

I should be winding down soon. I'm not exactly sure how I want to finish it quite yet. I have two different directions I could take. I'm trying to figure out which one sticks to me the most!