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Here it is, Chapter two, and it's slightly setting the scene a bit more. Slight Jibbs, yet the next chapter have a lot in it. I don't know if I like this chap, anyway, I'm rambling. Hope you like and REVIEW PLEASE!

Chapter 2

After three months of being in Paris, Jenny was nearly back to being her usual work-obsessed self. Her heart was back in it, she was working long hours without caring and she was sick and tired of Sec-Nav, which was a sure sign she was getting back to her old self. Yet the red-headed director had also changed, any weekends when she was not working she would go shopping or out for lunch, whereas before in D.C. she would've gone into work and done some old paperwork.
Accommodation wise, she was renting a beautiful apartment which was only a fifteen minute walk from the headquarters, the apartment was large in size compared to others nearby, and was built in true venetian style. There was a kitchen-diner, small living room (although she spent little time in there), a large bedroom with walk in wardrobe and en-suit bathroom. Yet whenever she was at home (which was mainly in the evening) she spent her time on the balcony which overlooked the old narrow street below, on the balcony there hung hanging baskets overflowing with purple delphiniums, inside was furnished with white washed old wooden furniture, which gave it a continental yet completely her feel.
Overall Jenny was a much more relaxed person, yet on her desk still there stood a photo of her and Jethro, which had been taken all those years ago when they'd been in Paris, in it she was in Jethro's arms, laughing as she gazed deep into his cobalt eyes, and he had a smile on his face, a smile she couldn't ever remember seeing ever since she had become director, as he looked into her jade eyes. How she missed him, how she missed them all, her new life was great and she loved it, yet she couldn't help but miss the relationship she'd had with the team, Abby's bone crushing hugs and her constant smile, the was Ducky knew her so well he would always know what she was thinking. She even missed Tony's ridiculous movie quotes and the was he would always say the complete wrong thing at the wrong time, and strangely enough, she missed Jethro barging into her office unannounced, and the way her knew how to wind her up so easily.

In the last three months work had been heavy; they'd barely had an evening off. But it hadn't been quite the same without Jenny, it hadn't taken long for Leon to get on every ones nerves, and they all got the feeling he wasn't much enjoying his new role.

Gibbs walked down from MTAC. "Right you lot, we've been ordered to attend Sec-Nav's y=summer ball in Paris tomorrow, it's a black tie dress code. Pack for a week as the Director wants us to stay on and work on relations with the headquarters in Paris. So go home, get packed, we fly at 10:00 this morning. Go!" He then told Abby who was ofcause over the moon, and even more hyper than usual at the thought of seeing Jenny and Paris, Ducky was delighted to have the chance to once again visit the city of love. Although Gibbs would never say it, he was pleases at the fact he would have a chance to see Jenny , her departure for him had been out of the blue, he didn't know if he'd missed the signs or what, but not in a million years had he expected her to move., but what he did know was that there where things they needed to say to one another, thing that where decades old, but he didn't care, nor did he care they were in different continents, he wanted the ait between them to be cleared.
The team, Abby and Ducky met at the airport, and boarded their private jet, (courtesy of Sec-Nav). The flight seemed to last forever for the elderly M.E. who was left to deal with the teams tiresome petty arguments, while all the time Gibbs slept. When they finally arrived at Paris airport it was early evening, there was a taxi waiting to take the group the Paris headquarters. On arrival they were greeted by a young lady who gave them all passes and directions on how to reach the bullpen where the director would be waiting for them, although Ducky was the only one to take note.
Director Jenny Shepard was sat on one of her agents desks in the bullpen, aimlessly flicking through a case file. All of a sudden, from out of nowhere a loud squeal could be heard, and before she had time to register what it was, she was being pulled into an o so familiar bone crushing hug. "Abby…can't…breathe"
"Oh, sorry, it's so good to see you!"
"Ye, you too Abby. I've missed you." Jenny was then pulled into a slightly less bone-crushing hug by ziva, and kissed on the cheek by Tony, Tim and Ducky. Meanwhile Gibbs stood back and watched Jenny as she laughed at Tony's jokes, smiled at Ducky's stories and looked happy. She looked the happiest he'd seen her since when they were in Paris. "Not going to even say hello Jethro?" she asked as she stood in front of him. He was surprised not to see her in a suit, but instead in beige coloured chino's which showed off her long legs, copper heals for height, a lose cream blouse which contrasted perfectly with her red hair, and strands of pearls around her neck.
"Sorry Jen. You look great." He replied.
She blushed slightly and smiled. "Right you lot, hotel keys are here, your details are waiting down stairs in the garage. The ball is tomorrow night, you will be picked up at 19:30, if any of you wish to go together instead of alone, then that is fine, just call your driver, I've e-mailed their numbers to you. Have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow. "Jen was about to go get her bag when Tony said, "You're not going to brief us then?"
"Agent DiNozzo, you're here to improve relations with Paris, a.k.a. sitting in an office making conversation, and if needs be doing a bit of work. Unless you want briefing on how to have a polite conversation, granted you may need it, but you can go to your hotel rooms. I don't know about you but I have better things to do with my Friday night that brief you on how to have a polite conversation."
"Sorry ma'am"
"Right, go." They all left, chatting and such as they left, yet Jen realised there was someone left. Turning around she say Jethro stood looking at her.
"We need to talk Jen."
"I know. Not tonight though, I'm tired. You remember where that park was where we had them ice creams when we were under cover?"
"Ye I do, why."
"Meet me there tomorrow at half nine. We can talk then."
"Okay. Night Jen."
"Goodnight Jehtro."