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The trees began to disappear as the car sped into city traffic, the roads lined with buildings and sidewalks, rather than the fields, trees and hedges that they had been passing for the last few hours. Jenny Kort looked out the window in amazement at the architecture of the city. It was beautiful. This was her first car ride since losing her memory and she was enthralled. All of the sights and sounds were so familiar and yet so alien to her. She glanced at Trent, who was driving the car with Gregory in the passenger seat. He had been acting so strange when she had awoken, asking her questions about what her memory was and if she remembered he was her brother. There had been emotions flittering across Trent's face, specifically fear and anger, why and at what she could only guess. Maybe he was scared she would forget him and angry that he couldn't help her if she did. Whatever the reason, it had disappeared once she had assured him that she was fine, that her memory was just the same as it had been before the 'incident', and that she had just remembered getting into a fight alongside a faceless man. He had been placated, though he had ordered a transfer to another safe house in DC, somewhere closer to headquarters. Gregory had told her that her injuries had caused problems in her memory centre resulting in an infection that they hadn't told her about. He had said that the medicine they were giving her wasn't strong enough to combat it, so they had had to up the dosage to a syringe per day. Jenny's brow furrowed as she tried to recall the time she had awoken, and she realised she could only remember some details; the rest was a fuzzy mess in her mind. Was that the effect of the infection?

She shook her head and willed her heart rate to stay regular. The last thing she wanted to do was panic and make Trent worry, so she decided to focus on the strange memory that she'd had before being rendered unconscious. When she had described the events for Trent, she had omitted the part about the man's eyes for some reason. She wasn't sure why, but she just wanted to keep that detail to herself. She smiled to herself as she resumed watching the city fly by, past the window. She had felt such a thrill looking into those eyes, or more accurately, she remembered feeling the thrill. Now that she had remembered it though, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Who was that man? Why was she sneaking around with him at night, killing armed men? Why did his eyes enchant her with such… sensual delight? Whoever he was, she wanted to know where he was now. Surely such a connection between two people wouldn't just disappear. Did he miss her? Was he even alive? She sighed, those blue eyes created more questions than she had memories, but if there was one thing she was sure of, it was her determination to find answers.

"We'll be arriving in about half an hour. Anything seem familiar to you?" Trent watched her in the rear-view mirror and she shrugged apologetically. The trees were lovely, the buildings were amazing, but nothing had jogged any memories so far.

"No. Maybe when we get the chance you could take me on a tour of the city." She suggested half heartedly. He usually avoided spending long periods of time around her for some reason she couldn't fathom. It was hurtful to see him so uncaring about her unless she was getting closer to mission readiness.

"I think that can be arranged. How about tonight? I'll show you a few landmarks and then we can check out the houses of your targets." She looked at him owlishly, not sure she had heard him correctly. He grinned a little to her and a bright smile lit up her face. Maybe she was wrong about Trent, he really did care.

"That would be great, thank you!" she turned back to look out the window and watch the morning commute, now content to wait for the day's end, and an enjoyable time with her brother.

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Jethro carried the glass down to autopsy, where he and Ducky prepared themselves for what was to come from their clandestine investigation. As soon as the elevator doors opened, they dashed out and into Ducky's domain. Luckily for them Palmer still hadn't returned from his peculiarly lengthy jaunt in the toilets. Ducky pulled out evidence jars and swabs, while Jethro put some rubber gloves on and then opened the bag, the smell of Bourbon and Jenny's perfume hitting his nose almost immediately like a punch in the face, making him take a deep breath. The smell he only found in his dreams, the one he so desperately needed to smell again, and here it was, emanating from a small, innocuous glass. He tried to shake off the need to keep breathing it in, but his loneliness spurred him on. This was the only tenuous connection he had with Jenny, besides the Bourbon, and he wanted to keep it. Ducky cleared his throat, jolting Gibbs from his pained thoughts and causing him to glare at the elderly man reproachfully. Ducky gave him a sympathetic, but unyielding look and gestured to the glass.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Jethro?" Gibbs didn't respond.

Jethro steeled himself against the scent and carefully withdrew the glass from the evidence bag, placing it on the table and then moving over slightly to allow Ducky to get closer to the glass. The older man swabbed the rim of the glass and put it in a jar, and then he took out another and swabbed the bottom of the glass. He labelled both jars and then allowed Jethro to regretfully put the glass back in its bag with no comment.

"No point in taking fingerprints, he would have put it in the decanter and let her drink it at her own pace." Ducky looked at the glass sadly, she never had a chance.

"I'll take these to Abby." Gibbs straightened suddenly and grasped the jars and moved swiftly to the doors, only to be stopped by Ducky's question.

"What are you going to tell her?" Jethro stopped short.

"Wasn't planning on telling her anything. I'll just say we caught a case." Ducky sighed and shook his head.

"Jennifer's DNA is in and on that glass, which means it will be in the swabs you'll be taking to her. She'll find it and try to impress you by giving you a DNA match, even if you don't ask for one."

"I'll think of something."

Jethro walked away from autopsy and back into the elevator, selecting the floor Abby's lab is on and then waiting impatiently for his stop. Luckily it was the floor above autopsy, so he quickly made his way into Abby's lab, smiling at her when she spun around in the middle of the lab, Caf-Pow in hand.

"Hey Gibbs. You said you would be up in a few minutes. It's been ages! Oh! I don't have anything for you. Not that you gave me anything to get..." Gibbs held up the jars and Abby fixed her eyes on them quizzically.

"I need to know everything about these. I don't want anything from the DNA, though. Ignore it completely Abs and call me when you have something, ok?" Abby took the jars, a little confused, and resolved to not give in to temptation and do a DNA test, you know, if she found any.

"Ok the tests shouldn't take too long. Which case is it? The guys didn't know anything upstairs."

"Private case Abs, a friend needs a favour."

"Is it related to those results you and Ducky were looking at downstairs?"

Gibbs' gaze hardened and he simply walked out of Abby's lab, throwing "Call me as soon as you have something!" over his shoulder, leaving a very confused Goth holding a couple of mystery jars.

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Cynthia sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. The computer screen in front of her was beginning to give her snow blindness. She leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms over her head, relishing the relief it gave her muscles and the sharp cracks her shoulders gave at having been stiff for so long. Agent McGee had been in Vance's office for quite a while, their voices drifted out to her occasionally and she wasn't happy with what she heard. Apparently Vance had singled McGee out as the weak one and was trying to force information out of him 'for the good of the agency'. He was appealing to the computer tech's logical mind to try and give him cause to tell on his team without thinking it was a bad thing, but so far McGee had resisted. He was standing strong with his team and its leader and Cynthia couldn't help but smile at his loyalty. Now she didn't usually do this, but she wanted to hear what was going on, so she engaged the speaker on the intercom so she could listen. Her smile faltered when Vance's next words drifted out of it to her.

"Gibbs is a loose cannon Agent McGee, he is reckless and sooner or later someone will get hurt. Do you want Ms Scuito to get hurt? Or Officer David?"

"No Director, but-"

"Because they will be hurt by his actions. Do you want to be here to help them if something does happen?"

"Yes, of course Director-"

"Because you won't be if you allow him to harm others. I want you to go back to work and think about what I just said."

Cynthia quickly disengaged the speaker and began tapping away at her keyboard. The door was flung open in a manner Gibbs would be proud of, and McGee stormed out of the office positively vibrating with rage, followed closely by Vance.

"I'm going for my lunch now Ms Sumner." He walked swiftly past her and she let out a deep, unsteady breath. She didn't know what his game was, but it wasn't going to work in this agency! She stood up and locked her computer, then walked along the catwalk towards the elevator. Gibbs wasn't down in the bullpen, which was odd. she shook her head and stepped in to the lift. She wanted to know what Gibbs was doing with her glass, it had been quite a while since he had taken it. She stepped off the elevator at Abby's lab and walked in, taking her time so she didn't startle the often hyper woman.

"Abby?" The Goth jumped and spun around, her pigtails flying and a huge grin on her face.

"Cynthia! What brings you down here?"

"I just wondered if Agent Gibbs had finished with my glass yet."

"Erm, your glass?" Abby looked at her confused, her head tilted to the side as she considered what she had heard.

"Yes, my keepsake. It was Jenny's, he wanted it for some reason, well, and he wanted the bourbon. He wasn't upstairs so I thought he would be here…" Abby's stricken face brought Cynthia's sentence to an abrupt halt. The young woman turned swiftly and began tapping away on her keyboard. Cynthia moved forwards and looked at the screen over her shoulder, watching as Abby began a DNA comparison. There wasn't even a flash of pictures since Abby knew who she wanted the sample compared to. The computer beeped and the words 'Positive match 100%' flashed on the screen before Jenny's picture opened up. Abby stood back and simply stared at the screen, her eyes fixed on the picture, her hands curling into fists. Cynthia closed her eyes and sighed softly, Gibbs had obviously decided to not tell Abby what he was doing.

"The test results, they were Jenny's." her eyes widened as she realised something and she began to well up. "They were always Jenny's, that's where I've seen them before. Ducky lied to me… Gibbs lied." One of her other machines dinged and she swooped down on it, pressing buttons and withdrawing a printout. "The drugs were in her Bourbon." Cynthia's brow creased in confusion.

"What drugs?" Abby turned to her and wafted the paper in her vague direction.

"These drugs, the ones that made her think she was dying!" Cynthia took the paper and looked at them, only to jump out of her skin when a voice sounded over her shoulder.

"What have you got Abs?" Gibbs strode into the lab and glared at Cynthia, thinking she had made Abby cry.

"Trust issues!!" Abby shouted, tears streaming down her face, and then she stomped into her office, sealing the glass doors behind her. Gibbs turned to look at Cynthia angrily.

"What are you doing here? What's wrong with Abby?" Cynthia bristled at his tone.

"I just came to see if you were done with my glass and then Abby started talking about drugs in Bourbon that made her think she was dying or something- hey!"

Gibbs snatched the printout from Cynthia's grasp and looked it over, nodding at the results. The nerve of that man! He turned on his heel and stormed out of the lab, towards the elevator. Cynthia gritted her teeth, willing herself not to get angry, that was just how Gibbs was, and then she ran after him, just catching the lift in time. He ignored her presence and she decided to stay quiet, just in case. The last thing she needed was to be enclosed in a small space with him while he shouted at her. The elevator opened at Autopsy and they both walked in, Gibbs handing the paper to a nervously pacing Ducky, and Cynthia retrieving her glass from his desk. Ducky gazed at the paper and he sighed sharply.

"Ah, it is as we feared Jethro. It was in the bourbon." Gibbs nodded.

"Well, who would want her to think she was dying? Who would have the means to do all this?" He would find who did this to her and they would pay.

"A doctor. Some of these drugs are prescription only. This person must be near to a supply of them for him to have been drugging her for so long."

"A doctor." Gibbs suddenly thought of something. "When she realised something was wrong with her, did she come straight to you?"

"No. She came to me for a second opinion."

"Who would she have gone to for the first?"

"A neurologist." The wheels in Jethro's head began to turn. She just so happened to know a neurologist, didn't she?

"Like the neurologist who was assigned to me after my amnesia? Todd Gelfand?" Cynthia nodded, following the line of Gibbs' thoughts.

"She did mention going to see Todd for an appointment a few weeks before her death. I thought she meant a dinner appointment. He never came to the office though and he's dead now, isn't he? I saw it on the news."

"Yeah, he was shot in the head three weeks ago." Gibbs replied dejectedly. His one lead was dead and he had no witness to place him near Jenny's Bourbon. Fantastic. Ducky however looked like the cat that got the cream.

"Three weeks ago? So, around the same time as Jennifer's death. An odd coincidence." He arched an eyebrow and Gibbs nodded excitedly. Coincidence, my ass.

"Can you get the autopsy reports for Todd?"

"Yes, I'll get Jennifer's too." Gibbs froze and drew his brows together, his eyes widening in incredulity. He had to close them as another part of his nightmare came back to haunt him.

~*"You haven't even done the autopsy, Duck." He turned back to the doctor in time to see him drop his head in shame.

"I couldn't, Jethro."*~

"You didn't do her autopsy, Duck?" He opened his eyes and watched in equal parts of horror and hope, as Ducky dropped his head in shame.

"No. I couldn't, Jethro. I couldn't cut up Jennifer; her body was transferred to a private medical examiner that Director Vance knows. I got a copy of the report though." Gibbs tried to shake off the remnants of his nightmare, but no matter what he did, the last part kept coming back to him.

~*As the glass smashed and the blood spilled over the floor, there was an ear shattering scream and the body in the bag sat up, Jenny's bloody hands reaching out for Gibbs.*~

It was impossible for her to still be alive, but his mind wouldn't let the possibility rest until he had proved there was no way. He swallowed hard and shook his head to try and clear it. If Ducky could get the report, he may be able to see her face, and know that she was dead.

"Are there pictures in the report?"

"Yes Jethro."

"How soon can you get them?"

"If I am very charming, it may take a few hours. At the latest, I may be able to get it by tomorrow morning." Gibbs grinned at him and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Be charming."