Like we never loved at all, a ncis fanfic

Hey guys! This fic is dedicated to Left My heart in Paris! Happy Birthday! I hope you like it!

It had been two years. Two years since Jenny had been killed. Everyone knew it, yet no one really wanted to talk about it. They were all hurting. Abby wasn't as peppy as she normally was, Ziva was silently missing her friend, and Tony still was blaming himself for her death. Gibbs had been in a foul mood all day, and Tobias had taken him out for a drink, knowing the other man would need it. Now they were walking around D.C, talking about everything and anything, sharing a few laughs and trying to forget about what day it was.

From an alleyway the redhead on everyone's minds watched as the love of her life walked around, laughing and having a good time. She knew she should be happy for him, but she couldn't help but be upset. Did he really forget her that fast? And for a second she thought that maybe he didn't care about her.

Fornell walked away and she watched as Gibbs stayed in his spot, looking out over the reflective pool of the washington monument. She watched him for a while, waiting for him to move to a different place, but he never did. He did however turn around and look in her direction, and stared for a second. She was worried that she had been spotted, yet at the same time she hoped he would find her. But he turned back around and stared out at the water again.

You never looked so good
As you did last night
Underneath the city lights
There walking with your friend
Laughing at the moon
I swear you looked right through me
But I'm still living with your goodbye
And you're just going on with your life

She had wanted to tell him that she was alive since the moment after her funeral that she was alive. It had pained her to see him so messed up after her death. And knowing that she had so many chances to be with him again and she threw them away made her want to really die. She honestly wanted to just be gone forever if she didn't have him in her life. And it really felt like it was killing her, watching him stand there on the day of her death like they had never had anything together. Like they had never loved at all. Maybe he had just made himself forget everything between them. All the good and bad things, all the times they had spent together. Postiano, Serbia, Paris... Everything.

How can you just walk on by
Without one tear in your eye?
Don't you have the slightest feelings left for me?
Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all

Ducky knew. He knew that she was alive all these years. Everytime she called him she would ask about him, always something like, 'How's Jethro?', 'Is he okay?', stuff like that. She knew that he had caused him pain when she had died. But he was doing fine as far as she knew. Time had healed all of his wounds, hers as well. She hadn't really laughed that much in the last few years. Weeks and weeks passed and she finds herself not happy. Everyday that passed he was forgetting her more and more. Leaving their memories behind them and making room for new ones. New girlfriends, new ex-wives...

At least, that's what she thought.

You, I hear you're doing fine
Seems like you're doing well
As far as I can tell
Time is leaving us behind
Another week has passed
And still I haven't laughed yet
So tell me what your secret is?
To letting go, letting go like you did, like you did

He started to walk away, and she quietly followed behind him, watching every move he made. Then he suddenly turned around before she had time to move, and he spotted her. At first he thought he was imagining it. She was dead, she had to be. "Jen..?"

That's when she bolted.

She run down the sidewalk and he was running after her, saying her name over and over again. She then ducked into an alley way, thinking she had lost him. Then he had stepped in the alley right after, grabbing her arm. "Jenny."

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, still that beautiful blue...She thought. "Hello Jethro." She finally said, a smirk playing at her lips.

her hair was long again, and she hadn't aged at all. Her eyes were still as green as the day he had met her, and that smirk was the same as always.

"Your dead..." He mumbled.

She gave a low laugh and looked at the ground, "I'm supposed to be at least. Two years ago right?" She shook her head, "But I had some unfinished business to take care of and well, I wasn't going out of the world that easy."

Before she could say anymore his lips were on hers and she was pinned against a brick wall.

God he missed the feeling of her lips on his, and she did too. He had longed everyday to feel her lips on his one more time.

Did you forget the magic?
Did you forget the passion?
Did you ever miss me
Ever long to kiss me?

Maybe that's just your way
Of dealing with the pain
Forgetting everything between our rise and fall
Like we never loved at all

They broke only when air was needed, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Come home with me?" He asked.

She smiled, "I love you ." She knew that was enough of an answer for him.

He smiled as well and kissed the top of her head. "I love you to Jen, and I'm never letting you go again."

I hope you like it, Happy birthday again Paris! Hope it was awesome!