For once the bullpen was quiet Monday morning. There was no bickering between Tony and Ziva, no mocking of McGee and as of yet, no headslaps from Gibbs. But seeing as they were practically as reliable as sunrise, that would probably change. Everyone was at work early this morning. It wasn't even 0700 yet but even Tony wasn't complaining about how much he hated the first day of the week. Saturday had left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. What do you do when it's one of your own that has been so badly wronged?

Ziva sat back in her desk chair, her eyes glued on the director's office. She wanted to know the minute that Jenny got off the upstairs elevator. And if she didn't come in this morning, Ziva decided that she'd show up on Jenny's doorstep at five o'clock tonight to see how she was going. She flicked her knife open and closed, open and closed. If Gibbs had just nodded at her in interrogation on Saturday, she would've gladly made that nachash suffer.

McGee concentrated on his computer and the tap of his fingers on the keys. A little normalcy was something to be thankful for. He had felt incredibly awkward when he was in the observation room listening to the interrogation. He didn't want to know what the director had gone through. He felt like it was an invasion of privacy just to listen to her kidnapper and Gibbs talk. And then there was his talk with Abby last night. Of course she called around midnight. Not that he had been asleep, he'd been playing World of Warcraft and really paying not attention to the time. Tim thought he would be comforting Abby because she always hurt when people she knew where hurting. She had a big heart that way and they all loved her for it. But this! The director had been traumatized and all Abby wanted was proof that she and Gibbs were together? Maybe the subject was just too awful for girls to talk about or bring up. He certainly couldn't imagine it.

And Tony, well, Tony was angry. While he was perfectly happy to sleep with any of age skirts who were willing, he had never once forced a girl, nor did he ever intend to. Some guys should just be shot first and interrogated later, he thought bitterly. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to look the director in the eyes this morning, if she showed up. He would not be at all surprised if she took a couple days off. Usually in an interrogation, the more details the better. In this case it was the opposite. He wished he didn't know.

Gibbs thought he was getting to work early, thought he would have a little time in the bullpen to himself, to think how he would handle today. As long as they were keeping their marriage a secret, he couldn't be overly affectionate towards Jenny at work. In fact, he worked very hard to make sure that at NCIS he only called her Jenny when they were locked in her office away from listening ears.

He came in carrying a coffee for himself and one for the director. He knew the team would understand if he was feeling sympathetic this morning. What surprised him was seeing that his team was already there. Now he wanted to know what was going on.

"DiNozzo!" he barked as soon as he cleared the elevator.

Tony almost fell over himself trying to get out of his chair. "Yes Boss!"

"Someone call a meeting I wasn't aware of?"

Tony cringed, expecting a headslap. "Uh, no Boss. We were just, umm..." he looked at Ziva for help but she just smirked and ignored him, "we thought we'd come in early and finish up some paperwork."

"Is that so?" Gibbs stared him down for a moment and then nodded, letting Tony off the hook. He fell back into his chair with a relieved sigh. Made it through the first five minutes without a headslap, check. "Well good. The director will be wanting to sign those reports first thing so they can be filed."

Tony gawked at Gibbs. "So the director is...here today? I mean after...well, didn't she..."

Gibbs suppressed a smirk. Tony was starting to stutter like McGee, trying to get his point across without actually saying anything. He held up his hand. "I'm sure the director wants things back to normal as much as the rest of us DiNozzo."

Tony closed his mouth and turned his attention back to his computer screen. He caught Ziva's eye and they exchanged glances. This was going to be a strange day.

Jenny took a deep breath in the elevator, before the doors opened, trying to calm her nerves. This was her job, one of the things she was best at, she shouldn't be nervous. As she stepped out onto the catwalk, she felt a shift in the room and knew every eye was on her. She squared her shoulders and held her head up high and didn't so much as glance over the railing. As soon as she entered her outer office, she felt herself relax a little. Step One: complete.

"Good morning Cynthia," Jenny managed a small smile for her assistant.

"Director!" Cynthia jumped out of her chair. "I didn't think you'd be coming in today. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thank you Cynthia." 'Fine' was her standard answer for every situation, although since Jethro had dissected the word yesterday, she wondered if it covered as much as she hoped. She'd tried her best with makeup to cover the black eye, but it still showed a little.

She opened the door to her office and went through her usual morning routine. Slipping off her coat she hung it on the stand behind the door. Her briefcase went on her desk. She turned the computer on and sat down in her chair. At last she was ready. Cynthia was standing right there with her day planner.

"What do I have this morning Cynthia?" she asked, her director front firmly in place.

"Not too much yet Director. You have a conference in MTAC at 1000, and a lunch meeting with Commander Watts to review the mission NCIS is assisting with, and a phone call with SecNav at 1430 to go over the monthly reports."

"Thank you Cynthia. Please get me at 0950 so we can head to MTAC."

Cynthia turned to go. Spotting something out the open office door, she sighed. "And Agent Gibbs is on his way Ma'am."

Jenny bit back a smile. Gibbs was a headache for her poor assistant. With his habit of barging in without knocking and his assumption that he should be allowed to know everything she was up to, he just made Cynthia's life difficult.

"Thank you Cynthia."

The director's assistant turned to go, sliding past Gibbs at the door.

Jenny aimed her director smile at her husband. "Special Agent Gibbs, what can I do for you at 0730?"

The door closed with a click behind him and he flipped the lock, just in case.

He held up the cup in his hand. "Coffee, Jen. Marine grade, I thought you could use it."

"Thank you Jethro."

Gibbs stood in front of her desk and took in his wife. They had been busy getting ready this morning and hadn't really had time to say much to each other. Jenny had still been in the bathroom when he left for the office. "How are you Jenny?"

Jenny slipped her glasses on and picked up her pen. Even if she didn't have appointments until 1000, she always had files to be reviewed, paperwork to complete, and forms to sign that would keep her busy. She thought of several ways to answer his question but decided to go with honesty so they didn't end up having a real argument instead of just a staged one to see each other more often.

"A little tired. But I'm glad to be back. There's lots to keep me busy today."

Gibbs nodded. "Your entrance certainly attracted attention. I think you're in for some visitors today Jen."

Jenny slipped off the glasses and sighed. "I don't want anyone's pity Jethro. What happened, happened. It's over now, I just want to go back to normal."

"They wouldn't come if they didn't care Jen."

"I know."

Gibbs turned to go. Normally he would kiss her before he left, but that hadn't been broached yet and he sensed that she wanted things to stay as professional as possible today, so she could stay in control.

"Jethro," she called before he left.

He looked back at her.

"You don't have to check on me today."

Gibbs smiled. "After the stream of visitors I think you'll be receiving, you'll need a refill. I'll see ya Jen."

After Gibbs left Jenny went back to the reports on her desk, reviewing and signing each one and placing them in her outbox for Cynthia to deal with. Several minutes later her phone rang.

"Director Sheppard," she answered automatically.

"Director? It's Cynthia. I just thought I'd let you know. Debriefing called, your mandatory session with the psychiatrist has been scheduled for 0330 this afternoon. It will be a one hour preliminary session and you'll hear from the doctor again tomorrow."

Jenny momentarily forgot to speak.

"Director?" Cynthia's concerned voice came over the line. "Can I get you anything?"

Jenny found her voice. "No thank you Cynthia. I appreciate the heads up." She hung up the phone. Since she'd gotten up this morning she'd been telling herself that everything would be fine, that it would all get better, that going back to work was just what she needed. But the facade she was hiding behind was about to crumble, because the psychiatrist wouldn't smile, pat her hand and tell her everything was going to be alright. Instead, she would take Jenny through the whole ordeal over again, make her relive it and try and put her back together afterwards.

Jenny shivered at the thought. Perhaps, when the doctor was done with her, the pieces would be so jaggedly broken that they couldn't be put back together, not even with Abby's super glue. And then what would happen to her life?