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"…Doctor Todd Gelfand was found dead in an abandoned house, two miles from Bethesda Hospital where he worked as a neurologist. According to the coroners' report, he was shot in the side of the head approximately three weeks ago…"

"Wasn't that your doctor, boss?" Special Agent Antony DiNozzo asked, as the rest of the team, Ziva David and Timothy McGee, dispersed from the television in the middle of the bullpen, back to their desks.

"Yes DiNozzo, he was." Gibbs replied, turning to his computer screen, a clear indication the discussion was over. He wasn't exactly interested in Todd's death, not really caring for the man since he found out he had been trying to get Jenny to go on a date with him a year after she had decided she didn't want to see him again. No means no, especially with a woman who could kill you with her bare hands. There was no use trying again and again. He allowed himself to smile a little at the memory of those brass knuckles she'd lent to Abby. Not the weapon of a lady who couldn't defend herself and he had seen her defend herself with those knuckles, in close up. Probably still had the bruises from the last time he had snuck up on her. His smile faded as his mind replayed his thought: the last time. He closed his eyes as the misery and agony descended upon his soul once again. Not that it ever really left, but at work he could bury himself in his job and forget that everything that made life worth living had already passed on.

He watched his team, reassembled from the areas they had been exiled to by Vance, as they worked their new case. They were all he had now, all he cared about, and he was going to make sure that they all had long happy lives and died when they were old and grey, rather than in their prime like Jenny. Another wave of despair hit him and he suddenly had to leave.

"Going for coffee. Want one DiNozzo?" Tony looked up surprised but nodded his head automatically. Gibbs had seen him drinking away his guilt in Scotch lately and he didn't want that for Tony. If he got Liver damage he would never forgive himself. So he would get him coffee with all the crap he puts in it, just to keep him away from the bottle.

-

Three weeks had passed and Jenny was restless. Trent had explained to her what her job was; she was an assassin for the state, a damn good one apparently. She killed the terrorists and he was her handler. He gave her the hits and then oversaw them to report back to their boss. He refused to tell her who had shot her though, just letting her know that the person had been a friend of hers and had turned traitor. They had been using this place as a base because this is where their superiors contacted them with a kill order and it was a safe place where they could practice shooting and other skills. They had never messed up a kill and he was very proud of that fact. So proud in fact that he had been supervising her recovery and physiotherapy so that he would know the instant she was ready to begin re-training her muscles to do what she used to. Today the therapist, Gregory, had told him that her muscles were sufficiently repaired to begin.

"Hello Jennifer. Are you ready to hit the firing range?" Trent smiled at her condescendingly, as if he didn't think she could still shoot and she scowled back. She'd show him. This must be the sibling rivalry that Gregory had told her they had, trying to constantly outdo the other. Well she wasn't going to be shown up by him.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"You were shot not long ago."

"Three weeks ago and Greg says I'm fit enough to grapple so a little shooting shouldn't be too difficult." Her cocky attitude just made him smile wider and he tried not to laugh. She huffed at his grin and slid off the physio bed, where she had been strengthening her stomach muscles to a point where she could do twenty sit-ups without breaking into a sweat, which was more than an unfit person could do, without the bullet holes.

Jenny followed Trent to the firing range and put on the ear defenders that he passed to her. He walked up to one of the windows and she went to the one next to him, watching him carefully. She wasn't really as comfortable as she had been making out and she didn't want to make a fool of herself. He picked up the gun in front of him and slid the clip out, checking it was full then slid it back in and cocked it. She copied his movements exactly and the feeling of familiarity almost took her breath away. She could do this! She pointed the gun at the target and opened fire.

-

Trent Kort had been getting edgy. It had taken so long for her to heal that he had been losing the patience to carry out his plan, but he specialised in long term undercover operations and this one had barely begun. Since she had awoken the first time he had been giving her the memory suppressant, to stop any of her repressed memories coming back. He didn't know what the long term effects of using the drug were though so he was trying to speed up his plans. She hadn't remembered anything so far, so he had pushed Gregory to deem her fit for training so he could get as far as he could before she began having problems. He hoped that by the time she remembered who she was, she would've already killed at least some of them. He smiled as he thought of their faces when they saw she was alive, only to then have to watch as she killed them all off, one at a time, until one took it upon themselves to take her out. How heartbreaking, he chuckled. How happy it would make him to watch it.

Finally they were at a point where they could assess her skill, and he was eager to see if she was as proficient as she had been made out to be when she was an Agent. She wasn't used to walking around as much anymore so the kickback on the gun should be entertaining. Trent watched her as she picked up the gun, trying to look confident but failing miserably. He smirked to himself. Not so capable now are you, Director? He released the clip slowly then checked it and slid it back in to his gun, nearly sniggering out loud as he watched her clumsily do the same. When she raised her gun however his smile vanished. She immediately corrected her stance and opened fire on the target, firing off three rounds, and then she lowered her gun and smiled at him triumphantly. He checked the target and saw her placement was near perfect: one in the head and two in the heart. He smiled at her and praised her positioning while his mind desperately tried to think how to spin his story, then when he came up with the ideal plan he smiled wider in relief.

"An execution shot. Well done Jennifer, you're remembering your assassin training." She grinned proudly and finished off the clip, emptying it in the target's heart, then put the gun down and turned to him.

"I felt like I'd done it before and it just came to me." Trent groaned inwardly, she was beginning to remember things. Well thankfully she had just remembered firing a gun, not who had taught her to shoot so the plan should still be good to go. "What's next?"

A.N.: I know I killed Todd and made him a little bit needy and weird but seriously, who tries to pick up someone in a hospital while working on that persons' loved one? Creep.