Gasp, two stories in a week? How shocking! But eh, really, I have nothing else to do (ahem, nothing productive) than wallow in the depths of my imagination. ;~;
This is pretty old, actually, just didn't get around to writing it since I was too lazy.
And would you believe I thought of this while daydreaming in Economics? (I would, Economics is boring as hell.)
NCIS does not belong to me!
It was quite accidental, really, that Jenny had stumbled upon his personal file. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she launched herself down the mystery that is Leroy Jethro Gibbs. She held a shaky breath as she discovered about Shannon, the wife that he had truly loved, and Kelly, the daughter he had raised from day one.
He had had a family, a real family that he had been supporting. A family that was mercilessly stolen from him while he had been at war, a family that he wasn't able to see at their own funeral because of his comatose.
Jethro had had a family he loved.
It hurt Jenny deeply that he wasn't willing to share his burden with her, but she shouldn't have been surprised. Jenny had always thought that Gibbs had been keeping secrets from her.
It was a gut feeling she had had three months after their relationship had started that she had tried to ignore. The way his eyes looked every time Jenny would touch a particular subject showed raw emotion before Gibbs automatically guarded them up once more. Jenny wasn't an idiot – she knew guilt, heartbreak and sadness when she saw it within someone's eyes. And as she sat in front of a desk with a tumbler of bourbon and a pen in her hands, personal file safely tucked away where she found it, she decided on what to do.
Jenny simply couldn't keep up with his secrets anymore.
The aforementioned man had gone to go on a last-minute walk around the city before their flight left early the next morning. He was rather surprised when Jenny had turned down his offer of walking down the Parisian streets for the last time, but decided that his lover wanted nothing more than to enjoy the remaining moments in the City of Lights engulfed in a calm, cool atmosphere.
How wrong was he.
It was harsh for her to leave Gibbs just because he wouldn't tell her something, but was it selfish of her to leave a guy who was using her as some sort of rebound? Jenny didn't want to replace Shannon – she wanted to be someone else for Gibbs to love, but obviously he didn't feel the same way.
It was hard for Jenny to know that while she had spent several months falling head over heels spending time with Gibbs, he was thinking about his late wife and using her as a replacement.
Jenny didn't want to fight a losing battle – competing against the ghost of a woman that still held Gibbs' heart even after all these years simply asked for emotional suicide. Jenny knew that the longer she stayed with him, the more hurt she'd be when the relationship would inevitably be over. She didn't want to leave, but she also didn't want to be second best. Not anymore.
Jenny held a shaky breath as she held the pen tightly around her hand, looking for the words that would explain how she was feeling without letting him know that she had found out about his secrets; looking for the words that would somehow tell him of how much she loved him while telling him how she needed to get away from it all.
Dear Jethro.
Hahooheeha. Yipeetapitoota. Kringkringteletubbies.