Ziva held Jenny's eyes. "Slow motion first Jen," she smiled encouragingly. "Then we will show them how it is really done."

Jenny nodded. For ten minutes she and Ziva jabbed and kicked and dodged and ducked and rolled out of each other's maneuvers. Jenny was surprised at how much she still remembered. They did a shoulder flip, with Ziva as the target, tucking and rolling to avoid the full effect of the move.

Picking up an unloaded sidearm from the floor, Ziva handed it to Jenny and they demonstrated several different ways to get a guy away from a suspect, including Ziva's high ballerina kick, smashing the perp's arm against something so they released their weapon, spinning the gun away from them by momentum, and using a sleight of hand to just take it.

Then Ziva became the suspect and Jenny displayed several ways to take her down. Finally, breathing and pulses beginning to elevate, Ziva nodded and everything suddenly warped into high speed as she and Jenny fought, still without hurting the other, but with clear intent.

Jenny hooked her foot behind Ziva's ankle and took her to the mat. Not missing a beat, Ziva thrust her feet between Jenny's legs and flipped her over. Jenny used her momentum to roll back up and faced her friend again. Ziva got behind her and pinned her arms but Jenny was quick and spun around, throwing a punch to Ziva's face, which she dodged, and ducked under Jenny's arm to take a shot at her rib cage.

The team watched this dangerous game with mixed reactions. Tony couldn't take his eyes of Ziva. He'd seen her in action before, he knew how fast she could move and the damage she could do. But he'd never seen her go this long in a fight, nor had he realized the full extent and range of her skills. Watching her go for a groin shot, Tony swallowed and reminded himself again never to make her mad. As she moved, he admired her form. And though he wasn't willing to take bets against the Director, Tony was sure that in a real fight, Ziva would still win, hands down.

Gibbs, not sure about this experiment when it began, was now thanking heaven for Ziva. First she'd come up with the plan, then gotten Jenny to agree to it, and even managed to pull it off as if it was nothing unusual. That was a skill. And looking at Jenny, Gibbs suddenly saw the spark back in her eyes that had been missing, and he knew they'd done the right thing. But it wasn't over yet.

Behind Ziva, Jenny put a hand on her shoulder as if to turn her around. Ziva grabbed Jenny's hand and jerked her arm behind her back, bending her wrist up. Not slow enough to get caught, Jenny managed to twist out of the hold. Blocking Ziva's shots with her elbows bent up next to her face, Jenny let her forearms take the brunt (if Ziva had been hitting her for real) of the blows.

Avoiding a knee to her stomach, Ziva grabbed one of Jenny's free arms to give her a shoulder toss, but some quick maneuvering on Jenny's part let her take Ziva down with her. Just as Ziva was recovering, she caught Tony's eye accidentally, realizing that he was watching her with more than just a normal level of interest. It threw her off momentarily and she nearly missed Jenny's next move and almost took an actual hit to the face.

Jenny hesitated, recognizing Ziva's mistake, but the next moment Ziva's foot almost collided with Jenny's stomach and Jenny jumped back, circling around, hands out in front again. Then Ziva stood down and so Jenny did too, noting the look of victory in Ziva's face. Both women were breathing hard and wiped beads of sweat away from their foreheads. Shaking hands, they once again stood before the group.

"And that concludes our demonstration. Thank you," Ziva announced.

The agents from the other team began to slowly drift out, but Gibbs' team stayed.

"Yay!" Abby exclaimed, her face lit up. "That was so cool! Man, you guys can fight!"

"Thank you Abby," they both answered.

She grinned at Ziva and Jenny and spun around, heading for the door. "I'm going to go tell Ducky and Jimmy what they missed. Boy, sure wish I had a video camera." She glanced at McGee. "Did you get it on your phone?"

Tim shook his head at her and lowered his voice. "Do you know what Ziva would do to me if she caught me recording that Abby?" He shuddered. "I just saw the many ways she could hurt me. No thank you."

Abby shrugged. "It was worth a shot." Then she ran out of the room.

"Nice fighting David," Tony grinned, coming up behind her as she took out her hair.

"It was nothing new Tony," Ziva shrugged off his praise. "You have seen me fight before."

"Impressive nonetheless," he said. But when he could think of no other words, he just stood and watched her quietly. Boy, Ziva has gorgeous hair, he noticed as she shook the dark locks out.

Jenny caught the look in his eyes before Ziva turned around. "Take a picture," she whispered, and Tony suddenly found a reason to go stand with McGee.

Gibbs came up to his wife. "Nicely done Jen," he smiled, "it's been a long time since I've seen you in action."

Jenny looked at him before focusing her attention on unwrapping her hands. She could hear the admiration in her husband's voice, but Jenny was still wrapped up in her hurt from last night and wondering why he wasn't avoiding her in public, but only at home. She wasn't sure what to make of him right now.

"Thanks," she said quietly, heading back into the locker room before he could say anything else.

Jenny's indifference towards him confused Gibbs. It was so obvious that they needed some time to themselves. They still hadn't talked about yesterday, and everything that lay between them was wearing on their relationship, in combination with life in general. Maybe tonight they could sit down together, though Gibbs had no idea how to start that conversation.

Before he headed back upstairs, Gibbs went to Ziva, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Good job," he said.

Ziva smiled at him, knowing that those words were high praise that usually came at a high cost. There was no need to say anything else, the look on her face was more than enough.

NCIS

Showered, changed, and dressed back in her Director clothes, Jenny found herself back in her office a little more than an hour after the skills demonstration began. She smiled to herself. She may not admit it to many people, but she'd had fun today. Hearing Ziva call her "Agent Shepard" took her back to their days working anti-terrorism together in Europe and how they'd staged tens of demonstrations like today's, trying to prepare the European teams for what they would encounter.

It had come as a complete surprise to Jenny that her skills did not seem dulled at all, even after spending two years out of the field and in an office. But she was so glad Ziva had come to her with this idea. She felt better about herself today than she had in weeks. Nothing like fighting a Mossad officer to remind her what she could do. Then Jenny's smile faded.

The thought suddenly occurred to her that this whole thing could've been a set up. But after mulling over the idea for several moments, she shook her head. She just didn't see how. It fit Ziva's personality to want their agents to be able to fight. Jenny breathed a little easier. No, it had just been a good idea and something she was glad to have been part of. That's all. Thank you for Ziva, she thought.

While she was on the subject, Jenny leaned back in her chair and went over the brief moment she'd had with her husband downstairs. Maybe he was only trying to be nice, but yesterday and last night still hung heavy on her mind. Jenny couldn't shake the irrational hurt she felt. She thought about it. Something to talk to Kristyn about? To share with Rachel? Or would she actually confront her husband about her fears? None of those options sounded like a good idea right now.

Sighing, Jenny decided to put of the inevitable just a little bit longer. Reaching for the phone, she dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Rachel," she smiled, "it's Jenny."

"Jen!" he friend's voice lit up. "It sure is nice to have my phone ring and hear you on the other end again. What can I do for you?"

"Come for supper," Jenny answered immediately.

"I'd love to. What time?"

"Around six? I'll definitely be home by then."

"Done and done." Rachel smiled. "Looking forward to it Jen. Will Jethro be there?"

Jenny tried to keep her tone neutral. "Unless the team suddenly gets a case he should be home around the same time as me."

Rachel frowned into the phone. "Don't you come together?"

"Sometimes I leave before him on Thursdays Rach, so my security detail takes me home."

"Okay," Rachel said uncertainly, wondering if something was going on. "Well, I guess I'll see you at six tonight."

"Thanks Rach," Jenny said softly before she hung up.

The Director stared into space for a little while before finally picking up a new agent file and getting back to work.

NCIS

"I want to talk about flashbacks in a little more detail today Jenny," Kristyn said to start their session off.

Jenny wondered if she was imagining the headache she started to feel at the mention of that word.

"Flashbacks are unpredictable and hit without warning, which makes them so difficult emotionally - there's no time to prepare for them. Feeling out of control, as you did during the rape, can make it all come rushing back. A word or a phrase the rapist used may leave you feeling sad or anxious or may itself trigger a flashback. And sometimes they seem to happen for no reason at all."

Jenny nodded mutely. Kristyn was telling her what she already knew. It had happened to her.

Kristyn continued. "I know those who have said that during a flashback you can hear, see, feel, and smell everything that is happening in it. But the reason you have them is because part of the trauma from your experience is still waiting to be resolved. When it happens, you need to talk about it." She gave Jenny a look. "Don't just shove the emotions away. When you have a flashback, keep your eyes open, remind yourself where you are, that you are not in the bunker, and that you're safe. Try to figure out why that particular memory came up. You'll need to remember those emotions in order to deal with them and work through them."

Jenny sighed. "Been there already I'm afraid." She looked up at her therapist. "But how long will I have to deal with them? It's just as bad as when I was there."

Dr. Renway's face was sympathetic. "I can't give you a timeline for getting better Jenny. The symptoms of RTS itself can last from two to six months as you relive the fear, anxiety, and agony of what happened to you. Everyone reacts differently. But you can work within those symptoms. When you recognize a trigger, confront it and work to overcome it. We'll deal with it together. Keep talking to me, to your friends, to your husband, and don't just put it away."

"I feel like I should already be normal again," Jenny whispered.

"Jenny," Kristyn said, "the healing process can take months or it can take years, none of this will fix itself overnight. But after a certain time, the people in your life will want to believe that you're okay now. They'll take your word for it when you hide behind 'fine' and they won't understand why its' still affecting you so much. They forget about the impact this has had on your life and will wonder why it's taking so long for you to feel alright again. It will make you angry and that's okay. Because it hasn't happened to them, they cannot understand and it will seem an injustice to you. It's unfair to feel isolated, but yet you wouldn't wish what you went through on your worst enemy."

Or your best friend, Jenny thought. Even though she hated that this violent act had been forced upon Rachel as well, she was still infinitely grateful that at least one other person understood.

The training exercise from this afternoon came back to her and Jenny suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt for letting the rape happen.

"I have been extremely well trained in my job to defend myself." She met Kristyn's eyes, pain swimming in hers. "Why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I do something to stop this?"

Kristyn remained calm, needing to be the anchor of reason even though it hurt her that Jenny was still suffering so much.

"You couldn't Jenny," she said softly, "he had a gun."

"Maybe he should've used it," her patient replied darkly.

"Hey," Dr. Renway chided her, "no. I know you wanted to fight back, that you wish you had and feel like you should've. But trust me Jenny, whatever you did or didn't do in those moments helped you to survive. That is your victory here. Please don't wish you hadn't live through that ordeal just so you wouldn't have the memories to deal with. I know you wouldn't want to leave your husband, not like that."

Jenny shook her head. "I'm not letting him in right now. I love him but I can't show it. The last couple of days..." she rubbed her forehead, "haven't been that good for us."

"It's all part of the process Jenny," Kristyn said. "Some days will be good and some not so good. What it comes to touch, comfort, support, talking...you may have to tell your husband what you need so he will be able to respond to whatever you are feeling inside. I know he wants very badly just to help, but often he doesn't know how."

"Sometime I don't know what will help," Jenny admitted.

The doctor smiled. "Then tell him that," she advised, "so he won't feel like he's the only one in the dark."