AN: I'm back, I'm alive, and I'm steadily working on getting rid of my writers block. This a drabble I put together after watching an episode and missing Jenny extremely. Takes place after/during the season 11 episode Devil's Triad. JENNY IS ALIVE, AND IS THE DIRECTOR OF NCIS, therefore a little out of order. Please review, boost my spirits!
Gibbs was shocked. His ex-wife and his, well, friend had just asked for his permission to further pursue a relationship. Standing there, catching flies in his open mouth, Diane waited for an answer.
"Well?" the impatient redhead asked. Tobias Fornell stood slightly behind her, and smirked at Gibbs, who was clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation. This ordeal started with Gibbs and DiNozzo barging into Diane and Fornell's unaccounted-for hotel room, and then the cat was out of the bag.
"I-I…" Gibbs stammered, feeling the need to say something. Diane rolled her eyes.
"Leroy this is not hard."
"Diane I don't-" But a voice from upstairs interrupted Gibbs's first sentence. Fornell's eyes drifted upwards and he raised his eyes at Gibbs, as the voice was clearly feminine.
"Jethro!" the voice called again. A figure came walking down the hallway. She was tall, curvy, and had flowing hair. As she came into the light, Fornell scoffed.
"This is new," he snickered. "Hello Madame Director."
"Oh, Tobias, I didn't realize you were here! And Ms. Sterling, what are you doing here?"
"Obviously you missed the memo." Fornell laughed. Jenny's appearance indicated that she was sick, solving the mystery of why she hadn't been at the office for a while.
"We were just leaving," said Diane, rolling her eyes. Fornell struggled to hold back a chuckle, and led Diane out of the house with a hand on her waist. Jenny finished descending the stairs and looked questioningly at Gibbs.
"What was that all about?" she wondered. Gibbs shook his head, almost still shell-shocked. He flopped down face-first on the couch, as he had tried to do earlier.
"Why are people coming to me for relationship advice?" Gibbs muttered, his voice muffled by the couch cushion. Jenny stood above him, her arms folded and a smile on her face. He was demonstrating a very childish side.
"Good question. You have quite the reputation. Now spill."
The redhead sat at the table next to the blue-eyed man, a glass of amber liquid in each of their hands, and the bottle of bourbon between them.
"You're kidding me!" Jenny exclaimed with a laugh. "So Diane and Fornell are back together?"
"Mmhhmm…" Gibbs muttered solemnly.
"I'm not sure what to think of that. Don't they fight...constantly?"
"Mmhmm," was his reply again. "Like a married couple. And trust me, I was married to 'er."
"D'ya think Fornell knows what he's getting in to?" Jenny asked.
"Nope."
"Guess marriage isn't really either of your 'things,' huh?" said Jenny. Gibbs sat in silence, thinking only of the ring that was in his pocket right now. Not for Diane, heavens no, but for Jenny. He was just waiting for the right moment. Maybe marriage wasn't really his 'thing,' but that's because he had already found the love of his life. They say that person only comes once in a lifetime, but Gibbs knew that he was proof that statement was false. Shannon would always, always be a part of his life, and he still felt awful about how it worked out with Diane, Stephanie, and...what was her name again? But he had had a second chance, maybe even a third, since Jenny was back with him now.