A/N: As ever, many thanks to all of my reviewers for all of the encouragement and lovely things you've said :) As for the Jibbs/no Jibbs I am still undecided, so do tell me what you think. I am still in favour of killing both and Gibbs being mine, though! I shall decide the eventual fate of Hollis soon, but you'll have to wait and see :) Or read, as the case may be.

Jenny pulled the coat a little tighter around herself, shivering against the cold breeze coming off the water. It hadn't been easy, but she had done it. She had had to call in favours from 4 different people at the lake, persuade Gibbs that there was evidence here, and even get down on her hands and knees to loosen the boards herself. Which explains why she had green knees; God only knows the last time somebody had actually bothered to clean this place, it had been deserted for years. Exactly why, Jenny mused, it was such a perfect spot.

"Got a tip! Colonel Mann, we're going to Elysium Lake."

"Elysium Lake?" Mann replied, unsure as to what this had to do with the present case. "Why?"

"Because, Colonel," Gibbs told her, exasperated. "Director Shepherd called, a contact just told her that our latest dead Naval officer had some strong connections with the Elysium Lake, and we were to go there immediately." He turned back to his team, who were all waiting expectantly. "You three, stay here, I want that revised suspect list and all the blueprints when I get back. And tell Abby I need that DNA."

"Yes Boss!" the rest chorused, as Gibbs and the Colonel grabbed their gear and hurried out of the building.

It was only when they were in the car that Hollis asked him.

"So, what is Jenny doing at Elysium Lake? And what's it got to do with our case?"

"Something about Jenny bothering you, Hollis?" he asked her, frowning. Why the sudden interest?

"Well, it's just…well…it's nothing," she finished, deciding that her suspicions about Jenny were most likely nothing more than ridiculous paranoia.

"Hol? OK, fine. And, Jenny only went to the lake because her contacts told her to, she met somebody down there and they said to bring us. So here we are."

The pair lapsed into silence, Gibbs concentrating on the road ahead and finding Elysium Lake, Hollis trying to stop her mind from suspecting too much about Jenny. After all, she was a friend, and Jethro's – well, who knew? Still, Hollis decided, it was probably nothing.

"Jen? Jen!"

"Over here, Jethro!"

Jenny smiled to herself. Everything was in place. All she had to do was drag Jethro over to the old hut to talk to a 'suspect', actually a guy she had plied with a fifty and a free lunch, he would realise that this wasn't the man he was looking for, and no harm done. Mann, meanwhile, would have fallen into the lake and drowned by that time, seeing as she could hardly swim, the lake was so cold today it would paralyse even a strong man such as Jethro, and there were a huge amount of weeds. By the time she had been in the water for a minute, she would be half dead, and nobody could get to her in under about five – perfect.

"Colonel Mann," Jenny called out, rushing over to her. "Could you wait here for just a second, Agent Gibbs is going to talk to someone who might have information, then I'll show you where you need to go."

"OK, Director, I'm not going anywhere."

Jenny motioned for Jethro to follow here and strode smartly to the dilapidated hut, pointing inside at their 'suspect'.

"Name's Karl Thornby, and I think that you can get some very important information out of him."

Jethro nodded, and entered the hut, where Thornby was perching uncomfortably on a chair. He looked almost surprised – this was not how things normally took place – but obliged anyway, pulling up a chair and fixing Thornby in place with his best Gibbs stare.

"So?" he asked him, in an almost languid tone. "What do ya know?"

"Along there?"

Hollis was looking nervous; the small extent of decaying boards that remained jutted out awkwardly across the water's edge. They appeared to be ready to collapse at any minute on their own, let alone with the weight of one Army Lieutenant Colonel atop it.

"There's something important over there, you need to stand about two-thirds of the way along to see and photograph it. Don't worry," Director Shepherd told her, seeing her worried expression. "It's perfectly safe, look."

The Director proceeded to prance up and down on the jetty for emphasis, and with new confidence, Hollis smiled.

"Thank you, Director. I'll be right over."

Although Hollis didn't catch it, the Director flashed a small smile as she turned away and walked back towards the hut.

Everything, Jenny smiled to herself, is in place. All I have to do is make sure Jethro is occupied so he doesn't try anything heroic, and by the time anyone has got to the edge, it will be too late for Mann. At last.

She looked in on the hut to find Jethro still very much involved with Thornby, and grinned. Jenny left the hut and climbed up the hill a little bit, to watch from a height her final moment of triumph.

What was she doing? Gibbs looked past Thornby's shoulder out of the window, watching Hollis as she retrieved a camera from the car, and a notepad, then stopped. As he watched, she pulled out the cell phone from her pocket and started to speak into it, placing her equipment on the passenger seat as she did so. This was a waste of time, this moron clearly knew nothing, and was just looking for some attention. Sighing, he got up from his chair, told Thornby curtly that he would return in a few minutes, and walked over to Hollis, just as she replaced her cell in her pocket.

There was only one issue with her elevated perch; it was crumbling away. Jenny leapt up in frustration just as the earth slid away, and turned on her heel to find a better spot. In doing so, she missed Gibbs approaching Mann and talking to her, and didn't turn around again for several minutes.

"Hol, you can hardly swim, if you fall…"

"I'll be fine, Jethro. I'm going."

"No," he said, pinning her to the spot with his most serious look. "You're not."

She breathed out, and nodded reluctantly, although it was tinged with relief.

Gibbs smiled, and picked up the camera from the seat. Hollis pointed to the spot she had been shown and he nodded, adjusted his scarf against the biting air and strode out to the boarded walkway, camera in hand.

Finally, Jenny had found a good spot, not too muddy, and perfect for observing the events that were about to take place. She settled into a seated position and flicked a glance at the lake, where she was a figure standing at the start of the boards. A big figure. Too big. Her pulse started to race, and she tried to shout, but the wind snatched away her words and threw them back in her face. Glad she had changed into sneakers and cursing herself for being so foolish – also making a mental note to kill Thornby – Jenny started to run towards the water, praying that she would get there in time.

Gibbs narrowed his eyes to try and stop the stinging wind from making it any worse, and stared across the lake. He couldn't see anything from here, so he edged across to the half way mark – despite Hollis' assurance that it was safe, it looked rickety, and Gibbs was taking no chances. He grimaced a little at the cold and raised his camera, catching, out of his peripheral vision, Hollis heading toward the hut. Maybe she would have better luck with Thornby.

Oh no, oh no, oh, please, don't let him – this is all my fault! He's not supposed to drown, she is!

"Damn, damn, damn!" Jenny screeched aloud as she hurtled down the hill towards the water, screaming at Jethro to get off the jetty. Who cared if Mann suspected anything now, she was about to drown the one man who she could actually see any sort of future with.

He frowned. There was definitely a sound, although the wind was now so strong he could hear nothing other than the roaring as it raged past him, battering him with its full force. Still, he turned, and saw something he could never have predicted. A red-headed streak was running towards him, yelling something indistinguishable. A closer inspection revealed it to be Jenny, who had quite clearly lost her mind. Seconds later she was steaming towards him, and he finally caught what she was yelling.

"Get off the boards!"

"Get off the boards!" she yelled at him as she approached, starting to panic even more as she realised he was about to carry on instead of heeding her warning. She rushed onto thejetty, with every intention of stopping half-way and pulling him back to safety. As ever, though, fate had different plans. As she skidded to a stop, her feet slid out from under her on a patch of algae and she went down headlong, hard. The situation was only worsened by the realisation that, as she started to fall in slow-motion, she was now two-thirds of the way along the boarding and was going in. She hit the wood beneath her and heard a sharp crack; for a moment, she thought she was lucky and it was just a bone, but then she felt everything give way and she was suddenly dangling, head first, her body painfully jammed into the gaping hole in the jetty. A deep shout of "Jenny!" cut into her panicked, scrambled thoughts, and she was suddenly aware of the fact that her hair was actually brushing the surface of the water, and her hands were entangled within some sort of weed.

His instincts went into overdrive as he yelled for Hollis to help, then turned his attention to one finely-shaped posterior and a rather lovely set of legs waving around like some sort of demented worm couple, as the lower half of the redhead swore from beneath the jetty. He, however, resolved to help her first, then laugh, and managed to work her free just as Hollis arrived on the scene. Together, they pulled Jenny off the boards and onto dry land, and checked her over. No obvious injuries, apart from, presumably, her pride, so he just frowned.

"Uh, Jen? An explanation, perhaps?"

A cold, wet Jenny sat up gingerly. There were, she could feel, scrapes around her midriff and lower legs, but no blood, and nothing serious. Her real problem was the fact that Mann was still alive, and she had ripped her very expensive dress, flashed Jethro on a day when she had gone for Bridget-Jones knickers, turned her hair, arms and legs a vague shade of green, and appeared to be clutching a handful of partially rotten slime the precise shade of mucus in both of her hands. It was also wrapped around her wrists and was, she now realised, in her hair and dripping onto the remnants of her dress. She looked, she decided, like a very poor model for a budget designer's "homeless mermaid gone bad" winter collection.

Again, if anyone has any ideas as to how else Jenny should try to kill Hollis, please do let me know, and I'll try to incorporate them!