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"Ma'am I would really prefer that considering the events of yesterday that I stayed in the office with you."

Jenny shook her head. "No, I've made my decision and I'm sticking to it," she told Hector firmly.

"Agent Gibbs won't be happy."

"No change there then," Jenny muttered and then glancing up from the file she was reading and on seeing the worry written over her head of security's face, she continued, "Hector, I appreciate your concern, but I'm safe in here."

"But-"

She held up her hand, silencing him. "You'll be in the outer office, and that's an order."

Hector drew his lips in so tightly that they just about disappeared, the edges turning white. Finally he gave a sharp nod. "Of course Ma'am."

Jenny watched him go. Waiting until the door shut heavily behind him, she sank back in her chair. After last night her head was still spinning, she just couldn't stop thinking about it.

She stared into the dark eyes, deep brown, the pupils sharp and watching her intently. She swallowed heavily, she knew that she should scream right about now but she couldn't manage it. In all honesty she wasn't quite as afraid as she knew she should be.

Her gaze finally moved from his eyes, taking over the rest of him. He was tall, just over six feet and broad shouldered with it. His hair was dark brown, verging on black. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt and black jeans.

He stared back at her, his hard face finally breaking into a small smile, causing it to soften slightly. "You're not screaming," he stated, his voice deep and low. He was very properly spoken, he also had a hint of an accent that was so muted she couldn't quite place it.

"No," she agreed.

"Do you recognise me?" he asked, his voice holding a hopeful tone.

Jenny stared at him for another moment. She was sure she'd never seen him before, and yet he looked so familiar. Finally she shook her head. "No," she answered hesitantly.

For the briefest moment a flash of disappointment appeared on his face, but it was gone just as quickly. He half turned away from her. "Of course not," he murmured. "It was foolish of me to think otherwise." Then, as though he realised something, he looked back at her, his eyes locking onto hers. "If you don't recognise me, then why are you not calling for help?"

Jenny wrapped her arms around herself, giving a small shrug, unable to tear her gaze from his. "I don't know, I just know that you're not going to hurt me."

"How?"

Her eyes scanned his face. "I don't know."

He moved closer, so close he was almost touching her. "Do I seem familiar?"

She nodded. "Yes, but I don't know who you are, so I don't know why I feel like I do."

His face broke into a wide smile. "I was so afraid that after so long you wouldn't remember me."

Jenny shook her head. "But I don't know who you are," she insisted.

"But you haven't forgotten me completely."

Jenny felt her head pound in confusion. "I-" she broke off, unsure of what to say.

His wide smile softened slightly. "I suppose I should re-introduce myself."

"Yes," Jenny replied, somewhat faintly. "And if you could explain why you've been following me that would be helpful."

"Of course," he answered politely. "I feel it will be best to start from the very beginning of my story."

"I'm sure it would be."

His eyes gleamed with faint amusement at her sarcasm. He motioned with his hands for her to sit on the bed, and she did so, although hesitantly. Once she was seated she looked back up at him, only to find that his attention was no longer on her, instead his eyes were focused on the window, as he stared out into the night. Finally he spoke.

"My name is Henri Dubois, I was born in 1195-"

"Excuse me!" Jenny interrupted. "That's not possible," she scoffed.

A faint smile played on his mouth. "I assure you," he replied dryly. "It is. I would have though all my stunts would have shown you that I'm not strictly human."

Jenny gave a slight nod, her hand going to her forehead to check that she wasn't running a fever. She frowned when she saw that she wasn't. It was probably one of the few situations where it was better to be hallucinating. His voice broke the ensuing silence, "This is real."

"No offence but I kind of wish it wasn't."

"I used to make the same wish everyday," he told her wryly. His eyes travelled over her once more. "But I don't anymore."

"Why?"

"If I could continue with my story then you might understand more," he joked.

"Of course, continue."

His mouth twitched in amusement again. "As I was saying. I was born in 1195 in a small village in central France. I was the second son to a baron, and therefore I lived in what was then considered luxury. In time both my parents died, and the title passed to my brother Jacque. He knew that he would have to marry, and so he arranged for a local landowner and his daughter to visit, to consider terms." His eyes and voice softened at the memory. "Eloise was beautiful, intelligent and fun. Over the course of a few days we fell in love. I told my brother, fully expecting that he would have me beaten and cast me out of our hold, but he didn't. He'd already seen that we were falling in love and so he gave us his blessing." Henri, turned to look at her. "I gave her a necklace as a wedding gift, the emeralds matched her eyes so wonderfully." Jenny swallowed heavily, waiting for the next statement, knowing that it would be important, and she wasn't disappointed. Finally he continued, "When I gave her it, I promised her that no matter what it would always be hers and that I would forever give gifts only to her. I have always met that promise."

Jenny was snapped back to the present by her door clicking open, and Gibbs strolling into her office. He stopped at her desk, a frown crossing over his face. "Are you Ok?" he asked.

She managed a slight nod. "Of course," she replied.

"You look like you're somewhere else entirely."

"I was," she told him honestly. Then slightly taken aback by her candour, she added, "I didn't sleep well."

He continued to eye her in barely disguised concern. "I'm not surprised."

The moment becoming far too emotional for her liking, Jenny asked, "What did you want, Jethro?"

"I'm going down to see Abby about the necklace. I was wondering if you wanted to come with."

Jenny glanced over at her paperwork. Neither her heart or brain was in it today, and even if it was just going downstairs, getting away from her desk sounded like the best idea she'd heard all day. She nodded. "Let's go."

Gibbs waited for her to stand, before walking by her side, out of the door. Hector started in surprise as they passed him. "Ma'am where are you going?"

It was Gibbs who replied, "I'm taking her to see Abby, I'll bring her back up."

"I should go with you," Hector told her.

Again Gibbs cut off any reply, "I'll be with her the entire time, you should stay here, and watch the office."

Hector bristled at the order. "It's not your job to decide who guards Director Sheppard, Agent Gibbs."

Jenny rolled her eyes at the waves of testosterone that were rolling off the two men in waves, she half expected them to start marking their territory. "Hector, I will be fine with Agent Gibbs, and I shouldn't be gone any longer than half an hour."

The burly man's eyes narrowed. "If you feel that's for the best Ma'am."

"I do." On seeing Gibbs almost triumphant smirk, Jenny made a mental note to yell at him later.

As they walked down to Abby's lab. Gibbs couldn't help but watch her. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't like Jenny to be so absent. "You know," he told her. "That you don't need to feel like you have to stay in the house. After all that's happened no one would think any less of you if-"

"I don't know why I have to keep repeating myself," Jenny ground out, interrupting him. "I'm fine where I am. Why do you all think I'd be any safer in an unknown house? He will get to me no matter where I am."

"You don't know that," Gibbs ground out.

Jenny shook her head, unable to say anything else without giving too much away. They continued the walk to Abby's lab in silence.

The glass door swished opened, admitting their entry, and Abby's face lit up when she saw them. "Director, it's good to see you, I didn't expect you to come as well. Not that I'm saying you shouldn't have, you should have, because it's always nice when you come to see me." She frowned slightly, adding, "Although I kinda wish it wasn't because someone's stalking you."

Unsure of how to reply to that sentiment, Jenny inclined her head to the elderly man sitting on Abby's right. "Are you going to introduce us?" she asked.

"Oh! Of course! In all the excitement I forgot." She beamed over at the man, who flushed at her attention. "This is Simon Fraser, he's an antiques expert who specializes in jewellery. He's a friend of a friend of a friend." Abby squinted thoughtfully. "I think that's right," she mused. "Anyway." She shook her head. "That's not the important part, the important part is that he's agreed to come and take a look at the necklace, he could be able to help us trace where it's from."

Jenny looked over at Mr Fraser and offered him her hand, which he took and shook vigorously. "It's a pleasure to meet you Director Shepard. I've seen you on the news before, of course, but this is an honour and you're even prettier in real life."

Smiling at the unexpected compliment, Jenny replied, "Thank you. It was good of you to agree to come."

Mr Fraser flashed her a crooked grin. "I must admit," he wheezed. "To having my own motives, if this is real then it is quite a find in my world." He finally let Jenny's hand drop. "May I see it?" he asked.

Abby nodded, and retrieved the item, handing it over carefully. He eyed it with great interest, pulling out a small eye magnifier and peering at it even more. "This," he breathed out. "Is exquisite. Most definitely real and made before the 14th century. I've never seen anything like it, it was no doubt specially made. The giver would have been reasonably well off, although he's not used the most expensive gems of that era, if the gift was to celebrate a betrothal, as was common in those days. Then it could be he had it commissioned to suit his betrothed's colouring."

"Can you trace it though?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"I will certainly look through and find out if this has been catalogued in the past. Medieval jewellery is rare, most was melted down to make money, so it shouldn't take much time to find out. I should however war you that I don't believe this piece is catalogued. Such a find would have become part of a collection. If it had been bought by a private dealer, then the cost of that sale would have also been recorded. Most likely this is a family heirloom, in which case you will struggle to track it down-"

Jenny tried to listen to what else Mr Fraser had to say, but her mind was drifting, yet again.

"You're not seriously trying to tell me that you think I'm her!" Jenny exclaimed.

Henri looked at her seriously. "I don't think, I know."

"That's impossible."

"Believe me, more is possible in this world than most would think. You are her re-incarnation, you are her, just in a different time with a different name. And I have waited for you for almost eight hundred years."

"Why?" Jenny asked, feeling more confused than ever.

"Because I love you, because it was my fault that you died!"

Jenny stiffened at that. "What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. "What made it your fault?"

"Not long after our marriage, my brother succumbed to a fever and I was left to take over the keep. We were happy for years, but then I stupidly decided that I should play my part in the crusades. As a second son I had always been groomed for it, and I felt the need to fulfil that duty. You begged me not to go, but I insisted. So you gave me your necklace, and told me to keep it with me, so at least I would have part of you with me."

"I was away for nigh on a year when I decided to return." He smiled at her. "And all I could think of was how I was going to get to see your face once more." His smile faltered as he recalled more. "A couple of men from the keep has accompanied me, one was my oldest friend, Arnaud Moreau. We were ambushed on our way back, and he was so badly injured that we thought him dead. Normally we would have stayed to bury him, but we knew more of the enemy wasn't far behind. I made the decision not to run the risk of sacrificing more men, and that we should continue on our way as quickly as possible." He shook his head, "I even refused to allow myself to feel guilt, telling myself it had been the only way. To carry him would have slowed us down and made us more vulnerable to attacks. I'm ashamed to say that by the time we had reached home, I had pushed the issue to the back of my mind."

He fell silent for a few moments, giving Jenny the opportunity to speak. "I don't really understand how this ties in?"

"You will," he assured her. "For the first few days of my return we were blissfully happy, and then you became sick. Your lady maid was also a healer and she tried various concoctions to try and nurse you back to health, but everyday you grew a little bit weaker because of this unknown illness. After four days you were only just clinging to life. I begged her to do something, but she told me that it was in God's hands now. I couldn't accept that, so I decided to try and seek out my own cure. Once again you begged me not to go, and gave me your necklace when I did. I travelled on my own this time, and was not far from the keep when I was stopped by a cloaked rider. When he pulled down his hood, I was so shocked that I almost fell off my horse, it was Arnaud-"

"You dead friend?" Jenny interrupted, frowning.

Henri gave a light laugh. "Always interrupting," he teased. His face then turned sombre, and he nodded. "But yes, it was Arnaud. He explained that when we left him he hadn't been dead, and as he had lain there, he'd begged for someone or something to save him, and his wish had been granted. He said that there were far greater powers in this universe than we knew, and that he'd heard that you were sick and he'd wanted to help. I was sceptical at first, but as he spoke he told me about how this would not only cure you, but also mean that we would live for eternity with each other." He looked up at her desperately. "I had nothing left to lose, you were dying and I needed to save you. So I agreed to the ritual. Once I came round, Arnaud was gone. I raced back to the keep, sure that you would be healed and asking for me." His voice grew weaker, and he swallowed heavily, pain filled eyes meeting hers. "You weren't, instead you were in the final moments of your life. I held you close and prayed. It was all to no avail though and you died in my arms without ever opening your eyes again. I couldn't understand why it hadn't worked, and I kept your necklace so that I would always have part of you with me, just as you had intended. At first I thought that the ritual couldn't have worked, but I grew stronger, I could move through walls, any injuries I obtained healed within moments, and I began to crave blood."

Jenny jerked at that statement, her eyes widening. "You drink blood," she muttered under her breath. "So you're a vampire, then?"

"Not exactly. I'm a product of dark magic, if I don't drink blood I'll still survive but I'll grow weaker and become a shadow of my former self, until I'll lose my mind and attack everything and everyone in sight until I've returned to my former strength. I don't attack innocent people, I tend to stick to animals."

"Tend to?"

"Occasionally I've played the role of avenger, getting rid of those who commit crimes and aren't punished by human law."

"Of course," Jenny breathed disbelievingly. If she hadn't been sitting down already then she was pretty sure her legs would have given out. A thought occurred to her, and she glanced back up at him, frowning. "You still haven't explained why you think I'm Eloise."

He nodded. "I know, I'm getting to that. It obviously wasn't long before the changes I'd went through became obvious to everyone else, and as a result a large number moved out of the keep and the surrounding village, and I was considered a devil." He shrugged, "Maybe they were right. Not that I cared at that time, I spent most of my time at your grave. About two months after your death, your lady's maid came to me and informed me that there was a clairvoyant at the gates, begging to speak to me. I let her in, hoping that she could give me answers."

"And did she?"

"Yes. She told me that Arnaud had tricked me, he'd wanted revenge for me leaving him to die. He wanted me to suffer. He was right when he had said that by changing I could save you, but he missed out the fact that I would have to turn you. By neglecting to tell me that fact he made certain of the fact that I would live for an eternity without you, something he knew was my worst fear." Henri ran his hand over his chin, his voice growing hoarse as he relived those moments. "At that point I wanted nothing more than to destroy myself, but she wasn't finished yet. She also told me that Eloise would be re-born, in a land that we did not yet know of and she was able to give me a date, October 23rd 1966."

Jenny stared at him. "That could just be a coincidence," she stressed.

"And the fact you look exactly like her, that you behave as she did, that you have her mannerisms, is that a coincidence too?" he demanded.

"I can understand your guilt, but you didn't make her ill. And you cannot just jump to the assumption that I'm her." Jenny got to her feet in an attempt to leave the room. She had just reached the door when he appeared in front of her, blocking her path. One hand curved around her wrist, while the other cupped her check.

"Don't go," he breathed desperately. "I have searched for you for so long, watched you so that I knew for certain that it was you. You look at me and you feel like you know me. That's because you do. Don't walk away, please."

Trying to catch her breath, Jenny stared at him and after a long moment she finally nodded. "I won't go," she whispered, instantly feeling him relax.

He looked at her as though he were trying to memorise every detail of her face, until finally he stepped sideways. "I have more I need to tell you," he informed her. "But I feel I've said enough for tonight. With your permission I'd like to come and see you again tomorrow night."

"Ok," Jenny replied quietly. She couldn't explain why, but she actually wanted to see him again.

Henri smiled, his eyes lighting up. "I'll see you then," he said. Before disappearing out of sight. Leaving Jenny feeling slightly shaken as she sank down onto the bed.

"Jenny! Jenny!"

Jenny snapped out of her trance and found herself staring up into Gibbs concerned blue eyes. "What is it?" she asked dazedly, belatedly realising that she was sitting on Abby's stool.

"We've been trying to get your attention for the last two minutes. What were you thinking about?"

Jenny shook her head. "It doesn't matter." She looked up at Mr Fraser's anxious face. "I'm sorry, I missed what you said."

"Simply that this might not be an easy piece to trace." He still held the necklace in his hand, and Jenny had to fight the bizarre notion to grab it from him.

Instead she nodded. "Well in that case I should get back to work."

"I'll walk you back up," Gibbs told her, his tone informing her that there was no place for discussion, and so she didn't argue.

As they headed into the elevator, Gibbs asked, "Jen, are you Ok?"

"Of course," she replied automatically. "I'm just tired."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

They remained silent the rest of the way to her office, although Jenny could still feel his eyes boring into her. As they reached her office door, his cell phone rang. He answered it, barking down the line, "Gibbs."

He briefly listened to the person on the other end, before hanging up. "Problems with the case," he told her.

"You should go then."

He stared at her a moment, and then nodded, turning and leaving her beside Hector. Jenny for once didn't wait to hear Hector's customary greeting before she slipped into her office.

Approaching her desk she saw another perfect white lily sitting on her desk. She knew that she shouldn't touch it, and that she should inform Hector, maybe even call Jethro back, but she didn't. Instead a small smile played about her face and she picked up the note that was tied to it with green ribbon, her fingers running over the ornate script.

Until tonight.