A/N: Well, I thought of a new way to kill Hollis, but any ideas would be great! Thanks again to my reviewers, and I am still undecided as to whether I should keep Gibbs, or give him to Jen...hmmmm. I want him! Plus, I'm a redhead, sp that just might help :D Anyway, enjoy!

"Ah, dammit!"

Jenny Shepherd smacked one slightly bruised hand into her desk as she slipped in late the next morning. She had needed three showers, a bath, a haircut and a manicure to try and clean herself up, and still she felt, well, dirty. And slimy. And very, very, very embarrassed. Still, at least this time there was no real suspicion; she had merely tried to save Gibbs from drowning, or at least, so it appeared. No-one need know what she had been planning.

Speaking of planning, she needed a new plan. A foolproof one. One that could not fail, an one that would not result in any sort of damage to her, or her car, or anything else around here. Except Mann.

"So, just to reiterate – the lake was completely, absolutely, totally pointless?"

"No, Hollis, it wasn't."

Hollis turned, surprised; she hadn't been aware of any information they had actually got from anyone at Elysium Lake.

"What? Did you find something?"

"Well, yeah. Hol. I found that Jen looks ridiculous when she panics for no reason, and even more ridiculous when she falls in a lake. I had a good laugh, even if she was pretty mad."

Hollis smiled, remembering. The sight of poor Jenny, covered in the weed and algae from the lake, with her dress all messed up, one shoe off, and generally looking as if she's been dragged through an underwater hedge backwards, repeatedly, was too funny to forget, even if she had feigned compassion at the time.

"I felt sorry for her."

"You did not, Hol! You almost fell in the lake yourself, you were laughing so hard!"

"Well, quietly, yes. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, things haven't exactly gone her way recently…"

Jethro allowed a small smile to creep across his face, remembering. The car, the rock, the lake…what was she up to? Still, he decided, whatever was going on, it sure made for a good show.

"So," Jenny said aloud, to no-one in particular. "She's still alive. Which means I have failed. Again. However, I'm still alive, so it's not over yet. I could always –"

"You talk to me, ma'am?"

"What? Uh, no, Noemi, I was just…thinking out loud."

She sighed to herself and watched as Noemi retreated to fetch her coat and leave. She had been talking to herself a lot, recently…Noemi must think she was on drugs, or something.

Jenny got up from her chair and headed to the kitchen, but something pulled her back. She smiled to herself, and snapped her fingers. That was it. Drugs.