Hey guys! So this idea hit me a few days ago, and I've been trying to figure out what I wanted to do with it, or whether I even wanted to do anything about it at all. But last night at like 11:00 I was really bored and was like "why not?" so here it is! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own NCIS in my dreams. :(

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was in a bad mood. This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to him, per say, but rather, it was the wrong time for him to be feeling this way. After all, it was Jimmy Palmer, the infamous autopsy gremlin's wedding, and he was supposed to be feeling happy for him. After all, no one ever expected him to find someone as great as Breena and end up marrying her. Well, at least, Gibbs didn't expect it.

Still, Gibbs couldn't shake the feeling of depression hanging over him. Even though he'd never admit it, he'd actually hoped to have one more of these things before he died. But that was impossible now, and he, and the rest of NCIS, knew it. He felt like he didn't even have a heart anymore, she'd taken it almost four years ago when she left the world for good.

Gibbs mentally head-slapped himself. Telling himself to pull it together and to not lark on the past, Gibbs looked up from his glass of bourbon to see Breena and Jimmy sharing their first dance as a married couple. The wedding had gone smoothly, as planned, and now it was time to let go of all of the worries that everyone might have had of something going wrong, and dance.

Looking around for his date, Gibbs saw Dr. Samantha Ryan chatting, or rather interrogating, McGee at their table. The entire team was supposed to be sitting together, but Abby was currently entertaining Ducky, Palmer and Breena were dancing, Vance was talking with Jackie at the other end of the room, and Tony and Ziva were nowhere to be found. Speaking of, where were his two agents? Gibbs glanced around the room for a second before he realized that they were dancing in the middle of the room, laughing at something. For the first time all night, Gibbs smiled, happy, regardless of what his rules said, for the two agents. It seemed as if finally, after all of these years, they had finally come to their senses and realized that they loved each other. Gibbs obviously wasn't going to stop them from dating, Abby would probably never let him live it down if he did, but he certainly wasn't going to let them slack off just because they were finally together.

"Jethro!" Gibbs looked up to see Samantha Ryan waving at him and McGee looking extremely uncomfortable next to her. "Come here, stop being so unsocial!"

Sighing, Gibbs moved from his space leaning against the wall of the room and walked over to the table, setting down his empty drink and sitting next to Ryan. Sure, it had seemed like a good idea initially to ask her to attend Palmer's wedding with him, but after spending an entire car ride being interrogated by her, he was not in the mood to find anything else out about himself or any of his coworkers than he already knew. At least Jenny never asked him question after question until he finally snappe-. No not thinking about Jenny. Gibbs did not need to be in a worse mood than he already was.

"I was just talking to Special Agent McGee when he told me about this set of rules that you have and don't let anyone break under any circumstances. Do you think that this is an obsession of yours in which you direct your feelings of regret through your coworker's lives?" Ryan asked, raising her eyebrows at Gibbs and waiting for him to reply.

Gibbs looked at McGee, who seemed even more uncomfortable than before, then back at Ryan, who was smirking at him. Once again, thoughts of a certain redhead crossed Gibbs' mind as he thought about how she would have handled the situation. Mentally head-slapping himself again, Gibbs gave Ryan a fake smile and then replied without missing a beat.

"Rule Number Sixteen." Gibbs replied simply before getting up and striding across the room and into the hallway.

Spotting a door about ten feet away, Gibbs didn't even glance around before walking over to it and slipping through. The agent found himself in the alleyway behind the church where he could just barely hear the final notes of the last song fade away into the night. Above him was a single lamppost, casing an eerie haze around the alley and making everything seem tinted in a goldish-green glow.

Leaning back against the outside of the church, Gibbs closed his eyes and pressed his head back against the wall, knowing that the only thing that would make him feel better at a time like this was coffee and four hours alone with his boat. He had pretty much given up hope on ever actually connecting with Ryan and had decided to break up with her in the morning. After all, the last thing he needed right now was another person trying to delve into his deepest thoughts and attempt to figure him out.

"Jethro?"

Gibbs actually head-slapped himself this time, cursing himself for even imagining her voice. Of course he didn't just hear Jenny. She was dead, and she wasn't coming back. It was time that he accepted that for good and abandoned these "feelings" that were destroying his concentration.

"Jethro, is that you?"

Okay, this was getting weird. That actually sounded like Jenny was less than five feet away from him. Opening his eyes slowly, Gibbs' mouth popped open when he saw the one person he'd never think to see again standing in front of him, her red hair glowing in the dim light of the streetlamp and the full moon combined.

"Jen?" He breathed, knowing that this was probably a dream but hoping he'd never wake up.

"Jethro." Jenny repeated for the third time, a smile lighting up her face for the first time in four years and making Gibbs finally realize that it wasn't a dream. Jenny was back.

Did you like? Should I continue? I've never written a Jibbs story before so if any of this seems a bit out of character I'm super sorry. Please review! :