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Okay, so sorry 'bout the wait, school once more was in the way. : ( Not sure I like this chap, so sorry is it is rubbish. Also sorry if its repetitive. Will try update sooner next time. Enjoy…
"Yer mum, it's me."
"Jenny, it's so good to hear from you. How are you?"
"I'm okay mum. How about you?"
"I'm ok darling. It's been so long since I last heard your voice."
"Ye, I know. I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's okay. You take after your father in the fat that you love your job."
"I know. But it still isn't fair on you mum."
"Don't worry about me. So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Why do you assume I want something mum?" Jenny asked mock sarcastically.
"Jenny, I know you too well."
"Okay, so…what are you doing tonight?"
"Ooh, well I'll start off with a white wine, before enjoying a cheeky episode of Ashes, before going all continental and maybe indulging in a Chinese." Said the older woman laughing. And for the first time in what felt like eternity Jenny laughed too, properly. "What about you Jen?"
"Well I thought I'd join my mum." Both women could feel the other smiling on the opposite end of the phone.
"Are you serious?"
"Never been more so."
"Oh Jenny, that's made my year. Now how long will you be staying for?"
Laughing Jenny replied: "Is a month long enough?"
"Oh Jenny I can't wait you've made my year. Now does this mean you'll be going to the wedding?"
"Yes. But don't tell Ally. I don't want her knowing just yet."
"Of cause I won't. I can't wait Jen."
"Me neither. I'll call you when I'm setting off." At that moment Jenny's office door slammed open. Revealing the only person who dare enter in such a manner, placing the phone to her neck she spoke. "It wouldn't kill you to knock every once in a while Jethro." She smirked. "I'll speak to you soon." With her final words to her mother said, her attention was once more on her former boss turned employee. "Now then Jethro, seeming as this was obviously ever so important, what may I do for you?" Jenny questioned in a chirpy voice.
"Well your moods changed. Barely even wanted to give me the time of day before."
"Well you're right, my moods changed. Now what was so important?"
"The way you spoke to Hollis before was unacceptable Jen. I don't care-"
"Hang on a minute. The way I was? That's rich, how about the way you where Jethro? Your smug: a bit like you eh Jen, comments. They're unacceptable, and you're having a go at me!"
"Don't even think about turning this around on me Jen."
"Since you came back you have barely spoken to me Jethro, never mind Ducky. And when you have, you look at me like I'm some druggy you just pulled in off the streets. Just because you left doesn't mean our lives went on pause. You left, well our lives went on. Tony had to deal with being team leader in some really difficult situations, cases came up, people where murdered Jethro. You weren't here, but the world didn't just stop turning! Things happened, Tony had problems, and so did Ziva. Abby missed you like hell, whilst I, I needed a friend desperately. So Tony of all people stepped up to the mark!" she shouted. "I thought we were all friends, I thought I was your friend." Jenny added in a week, quieter voice. Her happy mood had just gone down the drain.
"Jen…"
"Just go Jethro. I don't need this. Not now." He saw the look in her eye at that moment. For the first time since he came back he looked in her eyes, he saw the pain, sadness and tiredness in them. Knowing now was not the time to push the matter. With that in mind he left quietly, well, if slamming the door in his usual attire counts as quietly.
Sighing she sat back in her chair. Her bright mood really had gone down the drain now; at least she had only a few more case files to sign off before her weekend began. Picking up her pen she began to scan the file in front of it. It was only five minutes later, when Cynthia knocked on her door that Jenny realised she was still on the same page she had started on. "Director, I just wanted to apologise. I did attempt to stop Agent Gibbs barging in, but, well…he's agent Gibbs."
"Don't worry Cynthia. Actually I'm glad you popped in I was wanting to let you know I'm taking a month of holiday."
"Good Director. If you don't mind my saying so it's about time you had some time to yourself."
"Thank you Cynthia."
"Where will you be going ma'am?"
"I'll be going to stay with my mother, and visit my best friend. "
"Well, have a good time."
"I will. Now, Assistant Director Vance will be filling in as of Monday. I would appreciate it if I was only contacted in an absolute emergency."
"Of cause ma'am."
"Now I'll be leaving soon so I don't see any need for you to be here late. Go home early and take the weekend off Cynthia, you certainly deserve it." Smiling Cynthis began to leave. "Cynthia, before you go home, please could you send up Agent DiNozzo?"
"Of cause Ma'am."
Jenny leant her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. She was fed up. As soon as she had spoken to Tony she was off home. Being in this place was beginning to make her feel claustrophobic. Tony arrived and the pair had a friendly chat. It was not uncommon for him to come up during the day, over the last few months he had become a great friend to Jenny and she considered him one of her best. Once pleasantries where over she told him of her plans and to no surprise he told her 'well it's about time'. 15 minutes, many a laugh and joke later Tony was leaving while Jenny filled her bag and left her office. Her holiday had officially begun.
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Stepping out of her townhouse into the fresh evening air, the redhead took a deep breath. Memories of late night walks with the love of her life filled her head. She locked the heavy oak door and pulled her case to the car where her driver put it in the boot. She rung her mum on the way informing her that she was on her way before placing her head against the window and watching as the bright lights passed, listening as the rain pattered sown on the window. An hour later they reached the small quiet village Jenny had called home as a child. It was just as she remembered. Small streets with large detached houses, each with lawns to the pavements. Street lights dotted along the road eliminating it in a yellow glow.
The car slowed as they approached her mums house. It was a whitewash, cottage. Probably the smallest on the street, but also the most beautiful. Ivy climbed the wall, and cherry blossom trees stood proud on the lawn. Memories flooded her mind as childhood moments where relived.
She was home, with her mum, and friends. For the first time in over a decade, Jenny Shepard felt whole once more.
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