A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews, and welcome to 2011! :) I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe holiday season! HesMines, here's your last installment of possessive Jenny vs. Hollis in this story, so savor it ;) I do love this episode; it's just…well, it's the perfect mixture of awkwardness and hilarity. And, I quite like Stephanie, actually. It wasn't her fault she came after Paris. (The appearance of two ex-wives right in a row was a complete accident, I promise).

Jenny really did not see why there were so many linked cases between her husband's team and Army CID. He'd called her from the scene, telling her Mann was on the case. Again.

Would it never end?

"Mom, calm down." Fiona said, reaching for her mom's tapping fingers and silencing them, raising an eyebrow. "Can I get to Logan's in one piece, without going insane from your tapping?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm a little distracted." Jenny said, sighing quietly as she offered her daughter a small smile.

"Because of Mann?" Fiona asked, smirking slightly at the look on her mom's face.

"How do you…"

"Dad called me. He knows you, Mom." Fiona said, leaning back in the seat, folding her arms. "You need to relax, and know that you have nothing to be jealous of. She's a blonde, for crying out loud."

"I plead the fifth." Jenny said, smirking slightly. "Or blame my hormones. Whichever is easier."

"Go with the hormones. It'll make him putty in your hands." Fiona said, winking at her. Jenny rolled her eyes, pulling into Logan's driveway. Fiona leaned over, kissing her mom's cheek quickly before opening the door. "Remember Mom, breathe please. You'll pick me up at six, right?"

"I'll be here sweetheart, most likely with your father. We were thinking about going out to eat. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect." Fiona said, smiling as she stepped out of the house, where Logan had already opened the door and was waiting. Jenny waved to her daughter's boyfriend before blowing her daughter a kiss and backing out of the driveway, heading towards the agency.

All she had to do was breathe, right?

"Major Sweigart was Captain Reynolds superior officer at Defense Intelligence." Jenny said from behind her desk, her hands folded neatly over her bump. "He understands that Army CID and NCIS will be working closely on this case."

"You've taken Captain Reynolds laptop. I want it back." Sweigart said, turning slightly towards Jethro.

"That's evidence Major." Mann said, shaking her head.

"DIA deals with classified materials." Sweigart said, crossing his arms.

"And we have top secret clearance." Mann countered, raising an eyebrow at Sweigart.

"I'm talking about special access programs, which go well beyond your clearance." Sweigart replied, raising his eyebrow at Mann.

"Black Ops." Jethro commented from the conference table he was seated on, a slight smirk crossing his face.

"Major Sweigart, these are your options. Either read in our forensic scientist to your 'special access programs', or send someone who can oversee her work." Jenny said, raising an eyebrow at the Major. The Major let out a quiet snort of contempt before turning to the young man standing next to him.

"Send someone over from Cyber."

"Yes sir."

"Any thoughts on who would have wanted to kill Captain Reynolds?" Mann asked, taking a few steps closer to Sweigart.

"He got along with everyone at work." Sweigart said, shaking his head.

"What about his personal life?" Mann asked.

"Other than the usual command enters, I didn't really know Captain Reynolds on a personal basis." Sweigart said, shrugging slightly.

"You, Lieutenant?" Jethro asked, tilting his head up slightly as he gazed at the younger man standing next to Sweigart.

"We played some pick-up basketball together, that's about it. I think he spent his free time with his wife."

"Why?" Jethro asked, leaning forward.

"Because he was always rushing home to be with her."

Jethro and Mann exchanged a look before Jethro glanced at Jenny, raising an eyebrow.

They had their starting point.

"I dropped off some documents to Captain Reynolds a couple of weeks ago."

"And you left via the back door?" Mann questioned, shifting slightly in her seat across from Sweigart.

"His wife was having friends around. I didn't wanna disturb her." Sweigart said, handing a paper to the Lieutenant, who nodded before leaving.

"Mrs. Reynolds can verify that you were at the house?" Mann asked, raising her gaze to look at him. Sweigart looked skeptical, twisting his mouth slightly.

"Don't know. Guess you'll have to ask her, ma'am." he answered, shrugging slightly.

"Means you saw what was hanging in his office." Jethro said from his seat by the door, having replaced the photo of Sweigart with the spear gun back on the table moments before.

"Sorry?" Sweigart asked, and Mann turned to look at Jethro, raising an eyebrow at him questioningly.

"Knew how to use one." Jethro said, standing. "You look pretty handy with that spear gun."

"Wow." Mann said, standing and walking over to the photo, picking it up and examining it, turning to face Sweigart. "Picture's worth a thousand words to a jury."

"Yeah, or just one." Jethro commented, looking out the door. "Guilty."

"Lots of guys dive." Sweigart said, obviously defending himself. "Look Colonel, I was with someone last night. A date."

"She got a name?" Jethro asked, walking back into the room slightly.

"We went to dinner." Sweigart said, avoiding the question.

"Name." Jethro asked again, losing patience.

"Stephanie Flynn." Sweigart said, shrugging slightly. Jethro stilled, suddenly worried. How many women could possibly have that same exact name?

"The woman who was with Mrs. Reynolds when she found him dead last night?" Mann asked, frowning as she replaced the picture on the table.

"That's right." Sweigart said, nodding.

"Stephanie Bronwyn Flynn?" Jethro asked, standing in front of Sweigart's desk, eyes wide as he awaited the answer.

"Yeah." Sweigart said, now looking irritated. Mann looked at Jethro, frowning as she stepped slightly closer to speak quietly to him.

"You know her?" she asked, shooting a glance at him. Jethro sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before answering.

"Uh-huh." he paused, sighing again. "I was married to her."

Jenny was going to have a field day.

"We have a, uh, a little issue." Mann said, standing next to Jethro in front of Jenny's desk. Jenny leaned back in her chair raising her eyebrow quizzically. Issues were never good, particularly when her husband was involved.

"We?" she asked, looking between the two.

"You, uh, you wanna tell her, Agent Gibbs?" Mann asked, rocking back onto her heels slightly, looking over at Jethro.

"No, not particularly." he answered, refusing to look at his wife. He knew she could have a multitude reactions; he could never tell with her hormones.

"Is this issue going to involve lawyers?" Jenny asked, her eyebrows already in her hairline.

"It already did." Mann said, and Jenny's eyes widened further, looking up at her husband. "It's his ex-wife…she's a material witness."

"And…which ex would that be?" Jenny asked, shooting an indulgent smirk at her husband as she spun her chair slightly to face him more fully. She was going to enjoy this; she just merely hoped that the ex-wife involved was not the same wife they'd had the, um, pleasure of seeing a few weeks ago.

"Stephanie." he answered grudgingly. He saw the minute change in her demeanor; she appeared happy that it wasn't Diane (he was too), but she tensed slightly. Stephanie was after Paris; it was hard on Jenny to think about it, he knew.

Well, great. Couldn't it have been the first ex, the one that she had absolutely no qualms with? The one that didn't have to remind her of what had happened when she'd thrown everything away? She sighed internally, trying to relax her too-tense muscles.

She'd just have to battle back with humor, even if it required playing dumb, which wasn't exactly something she was fond of.

"Which number is she again? Second?"

"Third." he corrected, voice slightly hard as he tried not to glare at her.

"Oh right…you lived in Europe with her for a while. Frankfurt?"

"Moscow."

"Two years?"

"One."

"Well it's hard to live in Moscow. With anyone." Jenny said, shrugging her shoulders with a nod. It hadn't been hard for them, though. "Do you think he should divorce himself from this case, Colonel Mann?"

"No, no ma'am, no." Mann said, looking at her feet.

"Nor do I. I don't see a problem if you conduct the interview." Jenny said, nodding. She turned her head to look at her husband, raising an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a problem with Colonel Mann interviewing your ex-wife?"

"Do I have a choice?" Jethro asked, sighing quietly as he raised an eyebrow in his wife's direction.

"No." she said, eyes glinting as she looked at him. "Problem solved."

Mann nodded, and Jethro scratched the back of his neck as he closed his eyes. Mann nodded before leaving the office, and Jethro glared at Jenny, sinking into a conference table chair across from her desk.

"You enjoyed that way too much." he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I could either make it humorous or be a bitch Jethro. I went with the easier one." Jenny said, sighing quietly. She rubbed her eyes gently, resting her elbows on the desk. "Jethro, this isn't easy on me. Diane is one thing. Stephanie is a whole other ball of wax."

Jethro glanced up, taking in the way his wife's shoulders were so tense and how she looked incredibly stressed for only ten in the morning. He instantly softened, standing and walking over to her, touching her shoulder with a soft sigh. She looked up at him, letting out a deep breath and then turning her face into his side. He rubbed her back gently, wishing things could have been different.

"Do you know how hard this is, Jethro?" she whispered, turning her face back up to look at him. "Do you know how hard it is to see someone that could have been me? How hard it is to not think about what I threw away? The family I cost us?"

"I wish it didn't have to be this way Jen, you know I do. But things are as they are, and we can't change them. We only have the future to look at." he said, squatting down to her level, cupping her cheeks. "Jenny, we both have mistakes from the past, and we both know that. But now we have each other, and Fiona, and our baby. We have our family now. Please, see that side of things, Jen."

Jenny sighed, resting her head in his warm, strong hands. It was so hard to see things the way she truly did want to. There were two sides to it; the mistakes, regrets, and the hurt, or the future, happiness, and decisions they'd made together. She looked up to meet his searching eyes, turning her head to kiss his palm gently.

"It's still so hard Jethro." she whispered, reaching up to touch his face with her fingertips. "All I can think about is that night Ducky called me. Hearing him telling me you were getting married, and it being so soon…I thought you'd never loved me at all."

"Jenny…I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just trying to cope, and I was impulsive and stupid." Jethro said, tilting her head up after she'd dropped her gaze, brushing his thumbs underneath her tired-looking eyes. "I'd give anything to have the time back and go after you. I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"I know you would." Jenny whispered, her throat filling with unshed tears as she let her husband wrap her up in his arms, holding her securely against his broad chest. "I would too Jethro. You know I would."

There, in her office, they held each other, mistakes of the past too close to the surface for comfort.

Jethro walked down the hallway toward the interrogation room where Mann was questioning Stephanie, the two cups of coffee in his hand. One was for Steph, in an attempt to get her to not hate him entirely, and the other was for Mann-because if Stephanie hadn't changed, Hollis was going to need caffeine after her run-in with his third ex-wife.

He opened the door, finding two surprised women; one of whom fixated him with her hazel eyes and merely stared.

"Still decaf?" he asked, offering one of the cups towards Stephanie while setting the other in front of Mann, who accepted it with a smile before standing.

"We need to talk." Stephanie said, pushing herself up out of the chair.

"The Colonel's conducting the interview." Jethro said, pointing towards Mann.

"I'm done." she said, quietly leaving the interrogation room. Stephanie took hold of Jethro's arm, pulling him towards the door. He sighed, waiting for her to speak.

"Why are you targeting me boyfriend? You couldn't make me happy so you won't let me be happy with someone else, is that it?" Stephanie asked, hands on her hips. He stared at her for a moment, blinking in confusion.

"No." he said, shaking his head.

"Then what are you doing?" she asked, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"What I've always had to do Stephanie, my job." he said, turning to walk out the room. She caught his arm, spinning him back.

"Can we please finish one conversation?"

"I'm starting to feel like I'm married to you again." Jethro said, turning back to her, sighing.

"Funny, it's not like it felt like we were ever married." Stephanie said, folding her arms as she dared him to argue. He looked away, taking a deep breath. "Look, Eric didn't do this, and I don't know what evidence you've got that makes you think he did but you're wrong. Just don't screw this up for me Jethro."

"It's not about you."

"It wasn't ever about me was it?" Stephanie asked, letting out a tiny sigh. Jethro unthinkingly scrubbed his left hand down his face, hearing the quiet gasp from Stephanie moments before he felt her cold fingers on his ring finger. "Jethro…"

"What Steph? Are you asking if I got married again?" he asked, pulling his hand from her grasp and sighing, turning to walk away. "I did, Steph. I got married a few months ago."

"Jethro…"

"I'll send an agent to escort you out." he said, leaving. Turning back, he merely stuck his head in, nodding to her once. "I'm happy you found somebody, Steph."

He watched as her eyes widened before leaving, meeting McGee and Mann in the hallway.

"That Cyber guy here yet?" he asked, starting to walk.

"Yeah, in with Abby." McGee said, following. Jethro turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "She'll be fine."

Jenny glanced up when her office door was opened, sending her husband a brief smile before returning to her file. Jethro settled himself in the chair across from her desk, contenting himself with watching her work. After several quiet moments, Jenny signed off on the file, closing the folder and setting it on the finished pile, finally done.

"Finished?" Jethro asked, sitting forward slightly in the chair, looking at her.

"I'm all set. We just have to pick Fiona up." Jenny said, pushing herself up out of the chair. Jethro rolled his eyes in amusement, helping her into her coat and guiding her out of her office, shutting the door behind them. "Where exactly are we going tonight? You were pretty vague this morning."

"We are going out to eat." Jethro said simply, hitting the elevator button. They stepped in, and Jenny hit the parking garage floor before turning to him with arms crossed.

"Want to get a little more specific?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He remained silent, merely watching the floors light up.

"I told you everything you need to know." he said with a light shrug. She glared, resisting the urge to stamp her foot.

"You are absolutely infuriating." she remarked as the elevator reached the parking lot level.

"Ah, you love me for it." he said, dropping a hand to her lower back as he guided her out of the elevator. She huffed slightly, settling in the passenger seat, waiting for him. He got into the driver's side, starting the car and backing out, heading towards Logan's.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled up to Logan's, and Fiona bounded down the front steps, waving goodbye to Logan and his mom and running to the car.

"Hey Mom, Dad." she said, buckling herself into the backseat. "How was work?"

"Work was…work." Jenny said, turning slightly to look at her daughter. "How was Logan's? What did you two do?"

"Well, his mom took us to see a movie, and then we met some people at the mall and we hung out for a little while. Then we came back to his house and we went swimming." Fiona said, letting her slightly damp curls out of her ponytail and shaking them to free them. "I won the cannon ball contest, according to his mom."

"Now that I have to see." Jethro said, looking at her through the rearview mirror. Fiona stuck her tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes, snorting quietly. "Mature, Fee."

"Hey, you're talking to the sixteen year old. I'd like to see you be mature Dad." she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. Jenny snorted quite inelegantly, snickering as she looked out the window. Jethro looked offended, pulling into Palena's and turning the car off, turning to his wife and daughter.

"And here I am, doing something nice for my family, and they're insulting me." he said, putting up a mock-offended air. "I guess we'll just have to turn around and go home."

"C'mon Dad, lighten up." Fiona said, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. "You know we love you."

"And we love to make fun of you." Jenny added, leaning forward to add her own kiss, touching her cheek softly. "You didn't have to do this."

"Yeah I did. We haven't done anything as a family in too long. I figured this was the perfect opportunity." Jethro said with a shrug, apparently a little uncomfortable with all the attention being bestowed on him.

"Well Dad, let's give you a gold star." Fiona said, winking at him. He rolled his eyes, getting out of the car and walking over to Jenny's side, opening her door and helping her out as well. He took her hand before leading her and Fiona to the front door, opening it for them. Following them inside, they walked to the front desk, where Jethro gave his name.

"Gibbs, table for three?" the hostess asked, looking up from the computer. Jethro nodded and the blonde woman smiled, grabbing three menus and leading them to a secluded booth in the back.

After being seated, Jenny turned towards Jethro, scooting closer and kissing his cheek, squeezing his hand underneath the table. He turned towards her, brushing back an unruly curl.

"Thank you." she whispered, looking up at him. "You really didn't have to do this."

"Yeah I did Jen." he replied softly, kissing her temple. "I needed to spend more time with you two."

"Well you've got us." Jenny said, squeezing his hand again.

"And I'm not letting go." he said, settling an arm around her shoulders and smiling at Fiona. She grinned back, flipping her curls back before resting her elbows on the table.

"So, who's up for hangman?"

"There's a serious conflict here." Stephanie said, seated across from Jenny the next day. "Jethro shouldn't be leading this investigation."

"He's not, Colonel Mann is." Jenny said, raising an eyebrow slightly at Stephanie, who merely returned with a skeptical scare, so similar to Jethro's. "You pick up that look from Gibbs?"

"I picked up a lot of bad habits from Gibbs." Stephanie said, a faint blush crossing her cheeks. Jenny lowered her gaze, controlling the wave of emotion that crashed over her. Time to change the subject.

"I understand your concern."

"Then take him off the case."

"I've known Agent Gibbs a long time. I trust and respect his judgment." Jenny said, and she couldn't help but notice the flash in the other woman's eyes.

"My boyfriend didn't kill anyone." Stephanie insisted, leaning forward slightly.

"Then I'm sure the investigation will bear that out." Jenny said, keeping calm.

"But maybe not before damaging Eric's military career." Stephanie interrupted, crossing her arms. Jenny took a deep breath, trying incredibly hard not to wince when she felt a strong kick to her side. So the baby could sense her annoyance too.

"If Major Sweigart wasn't involved, I'll personally see to it that he suffers no career repercussions." Jenny offered, tilting her head slightly towards Stephanie. The other woman seemed to consider it, and she nodded, relaxing.

"Thank you." Stephanie said. Jenny nodded, touching the side of her bump gently, resisting the urge to frown. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

Jenny considered it a moment, finally relenting with a tiny smile and a nod of her head. Stephanie was silent for a moment before leaning forward, wringing her hands.

"I don't really quite how to put this but…how can you be married to him? How can you be…pregnant?" she asked, eyes wide. "He always said…that children were something he'd never want again, not after…"

"It was a mutual decision, I assure you." Jenny said, sighing quietly. "I don't really know what to tell you…I know that he's had problems in the past, but not this time. We just…work. I don't know how to explain it."

Jenny finished with the shrug of her shoulders, raising her gaze to meet Stephanie's. The other woman stared at her, seeming to absorb her words slowly. Hesitantly, Stephanie nodded, and Jenny relaxed into her chair.

One problem avoided.

"She's got something to hide. Why else would she clean so thoroughly?" Ziva asked, looking at Tony.

"Uh-oh." Tony said, walking with Ziva as they headed towards Gibbs and Mann in the bullpen. Jenny and Stephanie were walking down the stairs towards them, and Tony's eyes widened. "Train wreck. I wanna look away but I can't."

"Agent Gibbs." Jenny said, and Tony's eyes widened even further at the smirk on her face. She turned towards Mann, raising an elegant eyebrow slightly. " Colonel, I was just reassuring Gibbs'…I mean, your witness, that Agent Gibbs could separate himself from the personal aspects of this investigation."

"I'll keep a close eye on him, Director." Mann said, nodding as she folded her hands behind her back.

"I'm sure you will." Jenny said, and Gibbs rolled his eyes, causing Tony to snicker and Stephanie to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that the look you're talking about?" Stephanie asked, looking at Jenny.

"Yeah, that's it." Jenny replied, nodding.

"Yup, we've all seen that one." Mann said, causing Tony's head to shoot forward and his eyes to practically bulge out of his skull.

"Well, Ms. Flynn was just leaving, unless you need her for something?" Jenny asked, looking in between her husband and Mann.

"No, she can go home." Jethro said, walking over to Tony and Ziva, Mann following.

"For now." she said, nodding to Jenny and Stephanie. They reached Tony, and started to walk.

"You find anything DiNozzo?" Jethro asked, staring at his Senior Field Agent.

"Bet you've never been happier to see me boss." Tony said, grinning at Jethro. Jethro glared and Tony continued, looking away. "Uh, it was clean."

"Spotless." Ziva added.

"She's like that professional cleaner in 'Pulp Fiction'." Tony said, nodding.

"We found a partial print in the kitchen, near the office." Ziva reported, and Jethro nodded, continuing towards the elevators with Mann.

"Yeah, run it." he said, looking at Ziva.

"Well, with only like, a squiggle and a little loop, and we don't even know which finger." Tony said, shrugging.

"Only ten possibilities DiNozzo." Jethro said, turning back towards Tony and raising an eyebrow. Tony's eyes widened, and he raised his hands, motioning in the air.

"Well no, there's one point and ten fingers, you know, that's thousands of…on it!" Jethro nodded before turning back towards the elevators, and Ziva followed, laughing at his next words. "Train wreck!"

With the killer caught and the case closed, the Gibbs' family was on the way to work on the boat. Or rather, Fiona and Jethro were going to work on the boat, and Jenny was going to read her book. Fiona ran upstairs quickly while Jethro led Jenny downstairs.

"Jethro, no matter what, I will not work on your boat."

"C'mon Jen." Jethro said, looking back at her.

"Jethro, no. My back is killing me. I'm not going to lean over your boat for an hour." Jenny said, rolling her eyes at him. He was about to reply when Stephanie peeked her head out, looking embarrassed.

"Hello Stephanie." he said, still holding Jenny's hand.

"Still not locking your front door Jethro." Stephanie said weakly, pointing a finger at him. "I just came by to drop these off."

She pulled the dog tags out of her jeans pocket, dangling them from her fingers. Jethro took them, reading the familiar inscriptions.

"I found them in a drawer…about six years ago."

"I thought I lost them." Jethro said, nodding. To be honest, he'd thought Jenny had them somewhere.

"I'm going to…wait upstairs." Jenny said softly, turning to leave.

"No, no it's okay. I'm…I'm not staying." Stephanie said, letting out a small laugh.

"I'll walk you out." Jethro said, squeezing Jenny's hand and pressing the dog tags into her hand, kissing her cheek gently. Stephanie stopped in front of her, a hesitant smile on her face.

"Good luck." she said, nodding slightly. "You're doing better than any of us."

"Thanks." Jenny said, a tad uneasy, nodding to the other woman. Stephanie nodded once again before turning back to the stairs. At just that moment Fiona walked down the stairs, looking confused.

"Hey, Mom, Dad. Am I interrupting?" the brunette teen asked with a tilt of her head. Stephanie's eyes widened, looking between Jenny and Jethro. "Hi, I'm Fiona."

"Hi Fiona, I'm Stephanie." she answered, nodding to the teen. Jethro let out a deep breath, and Stephanie turned to him. "I'm ready."

They passed Fiona, and the teen offered them a smile before coming down the rest of the stairs and reaching her mom.

"Um Mom?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who was that?"

"That was Stephanie. One of your father's ex-wives." Jenny said, sighing. Fiona's eyebrows raised even higher, and she let out a laugh.

"They never end, do they?"

"Why'd you quit your job?" Jethro asked, turning towards Stephanie as they walked. She laughed quietly, playing with her keys.

"I'm moving to Philadelphia. My parents are getting old. And Shelley had another baby."

"Another one?" Jethro asked, faintly remembering her sister having at least two kids in the time that he was married to Stephanie.

"She's a baby factory. It's a good thing somebody in my family is." Stephanie said with a soft sigh and the gentle shrug of her shoulders. "I guess I'm gonna be that doting aunt that still looks great in her bikini."

Jethro let out a quiet laugh before reaching for her car door handle, but she stopped his hand, closing the door.

"Eric and I split up. He told me about his…affair, with uh, Jill." Jethro remained silent, and Stephanie took that as confirmation. "You knew? After all my ranting in your office you missed the perfect opportunity to throw that in my face."

"I wouldn't do that to you." Jethro replied, shaking his head. Stephanie's eyes filled with tears, and she looked away for a moment.

"No you wouldn't." she said, tears in her voice. "This never seems to work out for me Jethro."

Jethro stepped forward, giving Stephanie a one-armed hug, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." he said softly in her ear, rubbing her back. "Me, you, us. Not your fault."

"It wasn't anybody's fault." Stephanie said, wiping at her eyes. "How did you get so lucky this time, Jethro?"

"Easy. I married my best friend, Steph." Jethro said softly, a gentle smile invading his face. "You'll find someone Steph. I know you will."

Stephanie offered him a smile before getting into her car, stopping the door once more to look at him, her eyes holding an amused glint.

"But we'll always have Moscow." she said, pointing at him. He let a tiny grin cross his face before closing her door, watching her drive away. He turned, heading back inside.

It was time to enjoy the time with his family.