A/N: I was watching "Dog Tags" and "Internal Affairs" today, and I thought that Jenny actually did look a bit ill. Maybe it was just me. Anyway, this just appeared in my head...

Sarah x

"Long live the queen," Gibbs snapped at Jenny. He knew that it had been her who killed Rene Benoit. Otherwise, how did her gun shoot the bullets into his body when he never took it with him that night? Sure, Kort had admitted to killing him, but at the very least, she had given Kort her firearm to do it with.

Jenny smirked slightly, knowing that this may be one of the last times they had this kind of sniping at each other. She was ill. Seriously ill, and she knew that he knew that there was a good chance that she wouldn't last another six months. She might not even survive her four-week leave at the rate she was deteriorating. She got up as he went to leave and pulled him back by the shoulder so that he returned to the office. "Jethro," she whispered hoarsely, grasping his arms. She could see that he was angry with her; who wouldn't be? But she needed to tell him the truth. She had lied and lied and lied to him for over a year, and this wasn't something that she could keep from him. "You know when you asked me if I'm ill a couple of weeks ago?"

"I know you lied, Jenny," he sighed. She looked at him questioningly, wondering if he had worked it out himself or if he had forced it out of Ducky. "Abby said that Ducky asked her to run tests on a non-existent body. He said it wasn't his blood, and the only other person he would do that for is you," explained Gibbs.

"I'm going to die, Jethro," she murmured, as if only realising it herself. He looked down at her face with fear. Now that he really looked, she looked so ill now. She had lost a lot of weight, and her face was sort of drawn and tired. He really was going to lose her to this illness. His anger at her actions evaporated and was replaced by the dread of what was going to happen. Four weeks, four months…he still had to lose her.

He pulled her into his arms and held her tight. He breathed in her scent and memorised it for when he missed her the most. She drew back and said, "I don't want to die without you knowing how much you mean to me."

Gibbs stroked her face gently and touched her lips so she didn't speak again. "I know, Jen. And I love you, too." He looked at her with understanding before telling her: "I'm coming on leave with you."

"No, Jethro. Thank you, but no," she declined. She knew that he offered so she wouldn't be alone if anything did happen, but she didn't want him to see her that way. She wanted him to remember her as the strong-willed Jenny that never gave up a fight, not the one who was being destroyed by her own body. He didn't argue, but he looked as if he wanted to. He refrained from telling her that he was going to miss her because it would only upset her. Instead, he said nothing and guided her to the sofa, pulling her legs up and stretching them across. She was tired and in pain, and he believed it might subside a little if she slept.

She drifted off to into a slumber with Jethro running his fingers through her fringe. He treasured every second and hoped that this would not be the very last time that he would be able to do this. Although, in a way, he wished that this would be his last chance to soothe her. He didn't want her to suffer a slow death.

He would cherish every moment he could steal with her and live each one like was the last they could spend together. And when it was time for her to depart this life, she could do it knowing that Gibbs forgave her and loved her, no matter what separated them.

Hope it was OK!

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Sarah x