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Okay, her you go. I got it up in reasonably good time which is a miracle! Hope you enjoy. There is much less angst in this chapter as I felt a break was needed, there will be only a few more angst scenes as the story develops. Anyways, I am rambling, hope you enjoy…

Before Jenny was even out of the car she could see the silhouette of her mother at the front door. The first thing Jenny did; before getting out her bags or anything was receive a warm hug from her mum. All of a sudden a sense of warmth and safety overwhelmed the younger redhead. Smiles were brought to both faces at that moment, and a feeling that had been lost for over a decade.

Jenny left the loving embrace to take her bags from Stanley, who was stood by the car not quite sure what to say or do. Jen then took her bags into the hallway only to return and find her mother attempting to set Jenny up with Stanley. Who was as politely as possible attempting to decline.

"Mum! Leave the poor man alone, he's happily married with two beautiful children."
"Well, I was only attempting to make you happy darling. You don't seem to be able to find a man yourself-"
"Mum! Shut it! He's my driver, now leave him alone." Jenny then turned to Stanley. "I must apologise for my mother Stanley, she can often become slightly…carried away with herself."
"Perfectly fine ma'am. Have a good break."
"I will. Take some time off yourself too. You work near enough the same hours as me, and they are not very sociable to say the least. Spend some time with your wife and children. They grow up fast."
"Thank you Ma'am. I will."
"Goodnight Stanley."
"Night Ma'am." He replied getting back into the black saloon car. Turning and going inside she saw a knowing look on her mum's face, which meant only one thing, trouble. "Yes?"
"Nothing."
"Pigs fly too. Now truthfully what is it?"
"Nothing." After a perfect Gibbs stare from Jenny her mum broke. Faster than expected. "It's just he called you ma'am. In my eyes I still see you as the beginner. I can't get over the fact you're the director."
"I haven't been the little one for a long time now mum."
"I know I know. Just you're still my little girl. Now, go take your bags upstairs and I'll get out a bottle of white."
"Sounds like you are still a mind reader." Smirked Jenny as she walked up the stairs.
"Jen?" Questioned her mum.

Only two people ever got away with calling her that. Her mum and Jethro. Her mum had called her it since she was a little girl. Jethro on the other hand only began calling her it because he found out it was another was to wind her up. After a while though, she got used to it, and quite liked it. Recently though, whenever he rarely said it, never did it sound quite the same. Once upon a time that single word sounded so loving and caring, now it was full of spite and hurt.

"Ye?"
"When did you learn that glare?"
Jenny smirked. "A lifetime ago, I learnt that and a whole lot of other things too."

As She walked up the stairs she smiled at the pictures on the wall, ones of her as a child, growing up, graduation. Then one caught her eye, a photo of her and the whole team. She was stood with Gibbs and Ducky to one side, Ziva to the other and Tim on the edge. Typical of Tony and Abby they were kneeling on the floor posing. She remembered it had been taken not long before Gibbs' coma, when they were all a lot closer.

Looking downstairs she said, "Mum, when d'you get this picture?"
"Which one darling?" questioned her mum appearing from the door of the kitchen.
"This one of me and the team."
"Oh, a young man named Tony gave me it when you were in hospital.. I'd asked him who you worked with, and he gave me that, said I could keep it. Thought it'd continue your life story up the stairs." Jenny just smiled and walked up to her room, memories of being a teenager flashing through her mind.

Her room was exactly the same as always. In all the time she'd been away not one thing had changed. It still had alternate red and white walls. The duvet cover was a city skyline. Walls where covered with Bon Jovi and Bruce Springsteen posters, along with pictures of her and Allie among other friends. The sight brought a smile to her face, and an even bigger one when she saw the contents of the wardrobe: skinny jeans, hoodies, joggers, dresses and of cause heals too.

Realising she was still in her work attire jenny grabbed a pair of black joggers from the wardrobe and a green vest top from her bag, loosely tying her hair up in a bun before heading back down to her mum, who she found unloading Chinese from the oven.

"Still sweat and sour pork, fried rice and prawn crackers?" Questioned her mum before heading into the lounge, leaving Jenny to carry the wine.
"You really nead to ask?" this resulted in a laugh from the older woman.

The pair ate whilst catching up on each other's lives. Although anything to do with illness was banned. The events of the last few months had slightly nerved Jenny and her mum. Both now had a stronger sense of life.

As planned once they'd finished they settled down to watch an episode of Ashes to Ashes, the British version. This once more had the pair in stitched of laughter as macho DCI Gene Hunt was punched twice by his strong minded DI. For Jenny though, the love hate relationship between the two characters strongly resembled her and Jethro all those years ago when she was a probie. Although she would never actually of hit him, the wish was always there. How she wished those times were now.

As the case took a hold in the programme, Jenny found her eyelids drooping, and before the end she was sleeping peacefully on the sofa. Her mum smiled at the sight before her. She knew how hard her daughter worked, and was proud of her. There again she also felt sorry for Jen in the fact that the job was all she had. But then again, something's in life could be changed, even if it seems impossible…

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