A/N: Argh! sorry for such a crappy update. This story got...ugh...tiring. and White Flag is like...where my head is right now. SO sorry! Anyways, read White Flag if you like this one! Haha, so thanks again to all my faithfuls, my stalkers, my readers. I would seriously hug you all if I could! OHH!
But, something i'd like to share before I continue, one of my guy friends (my bff's boyfriend) gets to go to a taping of NCIS. Meet my TWO TRUE LOVES, Sean Murray and Michael Weatherly... And guess what he said just the other day?
"Whose Gibbs?"
ARE YOU SERIOUS"? ARGH! so just a little personal frustration i'd like to share. join in my upset-ed-ness. Love, Abrielle.

Jeanne had become quiet. A sort of pissed off little kid quiet. She sat alone in the cold room while the police made their way to take her to prison.

"I think I should go say something." Tony said from the other side of the glass. Ziva scoffed.

"I don't know if thats the best idea." she said.

"You just don't want me to talk to her."

"I just don't want her to kill you."

"She wouldn't kill me."

"She's gone clinically insane."

"It's my fault."

"No it isn't. The death of her father-"

"That's not all it is, Ziva. It's partially my fault she almost killed all of us."

"Alright. That may be. But that doesn't mean there was anything to do to prevent it." Tony was silent.

"Good news!" Mcgee sang in an overjoyus tone as he strutted in. "Jeanne had no time to sell the information. Infact, she had barely any recourses."

"How'd she get into the CIA?" Tony asked

"Went through basic training, I suppose. Her medical background may have helped. She did have insparation, though."

"What?"

"Revenge."

"Oh."

"How did she get all this personal information on us, though?" Ziva asked.

"Spying, I guess. The CIA is going to be pissed."

"I'll say." Mcgee's phone began ringing. He answered it, and left the room. Tony remained at the glass. Ziva slunk up behind him and warpped her arms around his middle, biting down gently on his shoulder.

"It all ended up okay. Just like I said."

"Yeah. I guess I am always right."

Ziva snorted.

A/N: Erm...I hope ya'll are dissapointed. Brings back memories was a really juicy orange that I squeezed until it was dry. Hope everything turned out all right. :)
And i'm not saying check out White Flag because I want more read, check out White Flag because the story is kinda better than this, and it's better writing! LOL. Thank you all again so so so much, love you!

-Finally, Abrielle.