A Man Walks Into A Bar
One of the reasons I am obsessed with stories centering around Judgement Day is because Jenny's funeral was never shown. There was hardly any closure and she deserved more than that. That said, on with this little oneshot.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the amazingly cool characters from the show.
A/N: This has elements from the Kate Todd storyline, but instead of Kate, it's Jenny Shepard.
Spoilers: Anything's fair game, but mainly 'A Man Walks Into A Bar'
This story will likely make more sense if you have seen that episode.
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Paris 1999
"Hey, Jethro." Jenny asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Uh huh."
"Do you ever say anything?"
Silence.
"Thought so."
Gibbs took a sip of his coffee and leaned over to kiss Jenny.
"That enough?"
Jenny smiled and lay her head on his shoulder.
"Jethro?"
"Yeeeees"
"I need a refill."
Gibbs popped the top off his cup and poured his coffee into Jenny's.
"That was sweet. Not neccesarily sanitary."
Another minute passed before Jenny opened her mouth again.
"Jethro?"
"Jenny"
"I need another refill."
Gibbs just sighed.
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- May 2005 -
Gibbs leaned over Jenny's coffin, not sure what to say, if anything.
"Sorry, Jenny."
He ran his fingers along the wood, smiling sadly.
Had she been alive, she would've made some sarcastic, flirty comment about his woodworking skills.
She wasn't, though.
She was gone.
He remembered her eyes. Green. Not light green. More of a forest color.
He remembered red hair that she would have atop her head when she came into the office early in the morning.
Most of all, though, he remembered her.
He remembered what was, what they had, but most of all, what they could've had.
- June 2008 -
"Heather Collins." The woman said. She was the spitting image of Jenny, but with long blonde hair.
"Gibbs."
Her handshake was firm. His was more.
"I'll be conducting your mandatory psych evaluations."
"You're a shrink." DiNozzo piped up, standing behind them.
Gibbs had something else on his mind. "You by any chance related to Jenny Shepard?"
Heather smiled sadly. "Jenny spoke highly of you."
That night, Gibbs drove Heather to where Jenny's mansion once stood.
The lot had been cleared. It was now empty.
She followed him until he stopped. He grabbed her hand and made her stand in a certain place.
"Stand right here. Look down. You feel that?"
"What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?"
"This is the spot where the woman who murdered Jenny died. This is where Mike shot Svetlana. That, Doc, is closure."
"A man walks into a bar, and asks the bartender for a glass of water. The bartender pulls out a shotgun. Why?"
"He had the hiccups."
They both finally had the closure they needed.
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It's nearly midnight, so I'm not sure if my brain is 100%, but I hope this story was decent! If it was, feel free to leave me a review. They're like CafPow! ~Kate