The two were escorted into a black car. The car had been waiting for them since they had walked into the building. Jenny kept reaching up to feel her hair...she wasn't used the the dark outline and extensions.
"I liked your hair long Jen," Gibbs muttered, probably attempting to ease the tension. "And red."
"Join the club," she whispered sarcastically. But Caleb Jones had turned around from the passenger seat to look at them.
"I hope you're pleased with your...disguises."
"Ecstatic," Jenny said, getting annoyed with the situation. Gibbs nudged her gently, as if to tell her to hold her tongue.
"Good," Jones said, obviously trying to ignore the sarcasm.
"Where are you taking us?" Gibbs said suddenly.
"I assume you'd like us to brief you on the mission," asked Jones nonchalantly.
"I'd assume so," Jenny said back. Jones nodded, missing the mockery in her voice this time.
"Mission?" Gibbs cut them off. "You said we had to lay low for a couple days."
"That's the thing. It's what she expects."
"So what are we going to do? Walk in to her apartment and...shoot her?" Jenny snapped.
"Just the opposite actually." Jones's attention turned to Gibbs. "Our 'target' here," he began.
"Don't call him that," Jenny piped up. Then she blushed slightly. "Go on."
Gibbs stifled a smile, satisfied.
"Leroy here will apprehend her. Svetlana will, obviously, attempt some violence, and we will intervene. We will be able to book her for assault."
"Why not terrorism?" Jenny said rhetorically.
"She's not a terrorist. Svetlana Chernitskaya is a trained assassin." Jones explained calmly.
"So we place Jethro in danger, thinking that maybe we'll be able to take her in?"
"More or less."
"No." Jenny said. "I won't let you do this. Put me up as the bait."
"Jenny, no. I can't lose you again." Gibbs said.
"Ye of little faith," Jenny muttered. "No."
"We have no choice," Jones told them.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o
"This is the stupidest idea ever," Jenny said, almost in tears. Her attitude had changed as she was struck aware of the severity of the situation. Caleb Jones shushed her, and held a headset to his ear. The sat in a parking garage, while Gibbs was one floor up. The were watching the video feed, and listening. Jenny heard a sharp intake of breath from Gibbs, and she gasped.
"I love you Jenny..." he muttered, almost unheard. Tears began to fall from Jenny's eyes. She couldn't be strong anymore. It was like Paris again.
Soon they knew why. The video feed was showing a woman approaching Gibbs in the garage.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," she said with a sickening sweet smile. "Is Jenny listening?" The woman pointed to an almost invisible wire on Gibbs's ear. Svetlana ran her finger over the wire.
"Couldn't face me yourself...Jen?" she sneered into the earwig.
"You know that's not the reason," Gibbs spoke up. Svetlana's hand fell to her side. Gibbs's attention was drawn there, as her fingers hovered over a gun. She pulled it out slowly.
"This is almost too easy," Svetlana smirked. "My darling Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Soon it will be...over. No more running." The topic had turned to herself. "What will pretty little...Jennifer say?"
Suddenly the sound had been cut. Jenny jumped up from her seat, while Jones sat still. His men sat in the back of the van, ready. An echoing sound was heard, bouncing of the concrete walls of the parking ramp. A gun shot.
The fight had begun.
A/N: Yay! A semi-good chapter! Alright, I'm just letting you know, this is my most-reviewed story officially now, and I'm super excited. Now my goal is to get over 50 reviews-three more. Actually it's 100, but let's shoot for 50. Please tell me what you thought!