With her eyes closed, Kate could only hear. She heard the Director sigh, and sit next to her.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jenny, and not Director?"

"Sorry. It's a habit."

Kate grinned, and opened her eyes, turning her head to smile at Jenny. She wasn't smiling back.

"What is it?"

She didn't respond for a few minutes. Rather, she looked at Kate's eyes, watching her emotions.

"Di- Jenny…"

Finally, she spoke up. "How much linger are you going to torture yourself, Kate?"

Kate stiffened. I'm not torturing myself.

"What do you mean? I don't inflict any self harm."

Jenny rolled her eyes. "By torture I mean watching them. Why do you keep watching them? It's been years."

She looked down. She wasn't sure how to respond, and she certainly didn't want to give the wrong answer.

"I just… I guess… I guess I want to feel as though I'm still part of the team, you know? And I miss them to much. I can't walk away from the people that mean the world to me."

"But they don't know you're here. Kate, can't you see they've moved on? They'll always remember you; remember things you've done for them or with them. But they have to live their lives. They don't keep dwelling on the past. Especially when they can't change it. You should do the same." She paused for a breath. "It's not helping you to keep watching them. Move on."

"Not everyone can move on so quickly you know."

"I do know. It's difficult for me, too. I miss them just as much as you do. Don't you think I miss my usual banter with Jethro? Or secretly having a mission with DiNozzo? Or having McGee assist me in SECNAV? Because I do. I miss it just as much as you do. But I can't go back. I've realized that. They can't bring us back, even if they wanted to. They have the new director now, and they have Ziva."

Kate wiped a tear from her face. "I know, I know."

"They don't think about us the amount that we think about them. They have lives to deal with, people to see, people to date and in Jethro's case, possibly marry. We can't hold their hands. They can't even see us. They don't cry after us during the night, they don't miss us sitting at our desks. They did at one point. The team doesn't anymore. It's time to let go, Kate."

Jenny put her arm around her, letting Kate cry. She knew it was hard for her, but she also knew that even if Kate would never admit it, it hurt her to watch them. She wanted to be with them; she didn't want Ziva with them.

She wanted to tease DiNozzo, and pull pranks and such on McGee.

She hated watching as others got to do the things she longed to.

And Jenny understood that. The new director took her place. She wanted to be the one to glare Jethro down and scold him when he went against her will, even if he had been right.

But it could never be done. Kate needed to understand that.

After what seemed like hours of crying and thoughts, Kate straightened up.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You love them. It's hard."

She nodded. At least she understands.

"I think I'm finally ready. I cannot keep watching them. Ugh, I wish I could thank Ziva for everything she's done for them."

"You will, eventually. Possibly many, many, many years from now, but eventually you will be able to tell her."

Kate laughed again. "With Tony by her side?"

"With Tony by her side."

Jenny stood up, and held out her hand. Kate took it, letting herself be helped to her feet. She would need a lot of help, and support. The two would be there for each other. They would be their own team.

They walked away from the floor mirror, and they never looked back.