Sorry for another short chapter but the next one should be longer! I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Ziva's epiphany, it would appear, did not last long within ten minutes of the doctor arriving Jenny was regretting not doing as her father had wanted and joined the Marines. And least people did as they were told in the marines.

As Ziva smacked the needle from the doctors hand for the fourth time Jenny had had enough. She did admire the patience of the doctor though, she doubted he'd ever had such an obstinate patient.

"Ziva! Cut it out!" She turned to the doctor. "I'm really sorry Doctor. I honestly don't know what's gotten into her these last few days."

The doctor laughed. "Don't worry about it ma'am, I've had lots of experience with this type of thing. I used to work in paediatrics."

Jenny groaned and buried her face in her hands. That was just what she needed, to be told that Ziva, who she frequently sent off with a gun, was behaving like a child.

The fifth time Ziva knocked the syringe from the doctor's hand was the final straw as it shattered and sent its contents spreading across the floor.

"ZIVA! I am so so sorry doctor!"

The doctor shook his head and seemed to be trying to suppress a laugh. "Don't worry, I'll get someone to come clean it up."

"Uh, Doctor," Jenny called as he was leaving. "Is there somewhere more private where I could, uh. . .talk to her?"

The doctor looked confused for a moment then smiled. "Ah, you want a proverbial woodshed?"

"Um, uh, ah. . ."

"You're Jethro Gibbs' boss right? He's an old friend."

"Oh, Okay."

"You can use my office, it's just down the hall. My name's Mark Hunter by the way," he added, holding out his hand. "I don't think we got to be properly introduced before your agent over there started talking."

Jenny laughed and shook his hand. "Jenny Sheppard."

"Well, good luck Miss. Sheppard."

Jenny smiled and then sighed. She was going to need it.

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"What did he mean?"

"What did he mean about what?"

"He said something about a 'proverbial woodshed'. Is that some kind of American idiom that I am not aware of?"

"Something like that."

"Where are we going?"

"To the proverbial woodshed."

"I do not know what that means!" Ziva whined.

"Oh, just be quiet Ziva, you'll find out soon enough."

Ziva huffed and pouted. "You are really annoying."

Jenny raised her eyes skywards. It was going to be a long, long day.

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