My arm goes numb as I hold up my hair while Ziva ties my aqua dress string around my neck. "Not so tight Ziva," I tell her. I feel her untie the string, and struggle to loosly tie it over. Out of nowhere, I let out a dreamy sort of sigh. "There you go Director." I smile and thank her. She walks down, or so I presume, and I look for a mirror. I find one in my clutch and begin fussing with my mop of long red hair.
I part it to one side, and let my bangs cover my face. "You look good Jen." I gasp and shut my eyes. "Still not big on knocking, are we Jethro?" I ask.
He moves closer, and shoves a thin black headband into my hair. I take a look in the mirror, and he managed to fit it exactly right. But he's gone before I can say a word.
Ducky walks up and holds his hand out, "Ready?" His Scottish accent rings our and I take his hand. He escortes me down.
Gibbs team watches me walk down with particular interest. "Soemthing you forgot to mention, Director?" He sort of mocks. Ducky starts talking for me, "Our lovely Director has asked me to escort her to the confrence," I see confusion behind Jethros mask, or, maybe that's what he wants me to see.
Gibbs meets my gaze, and the only sound is the soft thumpin gof my black pumps on the carpet. I turn my face to the elevator, and try not to look back.
Grabbing my arm tightly, Jethro says through gritted teeth, "A word, Jen." I turn to Dr. Mallard, who nods, and smiles graciously. I mouth, thank you. Jethro draggs me up the staris, and I struggle to keep up with his pace, since I'm going backwards.
I manage to free my self from his grasp, and jump up the stairs, without him clutching onto my flesh. He walks into my office, and I decide to take my sweet time getting there.
He stood behind the door, and the second I was far enough away from it, he slammed it with force. "And you were going to tell me about this, when?" Gibbs demands. I had no idea that I couldn't go to a confrence without his approval.
"I didn't think I had to," he chuckles, but I keep my face rock solid, and stern.
After a moment of silence, I break it with a thought of my own, "Isn't this how Paris started?" I see the flashback in his eyes, and he turns around. Instantly, I can tell he approves of the thought.
Dead silence fills the room, and I alwardly walk in a half circle. He seems to corner me and I somehow give in to it without really realizing. He lifts my head and kisses me cheek. The best memories of Paris come flooding back.
Their bodies, slick with sweat. Her arms weave around him, and her nails dig half moon shapes into his, but it just made it all the more sweeter. She lets out a girly sigh, and he lets out a gasp of air. He captures her lips, just long enough to distract her.
And part of that, was what I fear now.
I couldn't bring myself to let us go that far again, because, it didn't turn out so well. I put my foot down there, and I'm not letting him go any farther.
"Jethro," I say, as warningly as I possibly can without letting a smile creep up to my face. Part of me still wants to. But he doesen't listen, so I say it a little louder.
He grabbs my shoulders, and looks me in one eye at a time.
Then he just walks away, like everything is to be normal again.
But it can never be normal again, not as long as we still get twenty year flashbacks.
A/N: What do you think? I think it had a little bit of an incomplete thought, but I gave it a little editing, and voilà, here it is.
Review, if you want me to continue at all.