This is a story reflecting any regrets I think that Jenny had just before she died. At this point, the bad guys are just outside the door, and she has all of these thoughts in the blink of an eye.
Note- I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. I just write about it.
Reflections and Regrets
Jenny Shepard heard them pull up. As she readied herself, she thought back to how she had come to this point. Her childhood, her father's suicide, Paris, her days as an agent, and now as the director of NCIS, all of these came rushing back. Did she have any regrets? She had many regrets, and all of them could have been triumphs. She had often wondered what would happen if she hadn't gone off on another team, what would have happened if she had stayed with Jethro. She could almost hear two little kids running around and laughing. She did imagine she would have had kids, and she imagined he might have told her about Shannon and Kelly sooner. Yes she had regrets. No kids, no family that she had once promised herself. And now there was this cancer. She couldn't have prevented that, no matter how hard she had tried. But, instead of dieing by gun, she probably would have died in her bed, Jethro holding her hand. Her final regret was Jethro himself. She had never told him how she felt. She suspected he knew, but she couldn't be sure. She still loved him, always had, and always would. Maybe he would find out by Franks, maybe not. The thing she thought most about though, as the door creaked open, was that at this moment, she wished she could go back and change things. Not to go back to Paris, but to go back, and call Jethro, and tell him that she loved him.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat up with a start. He had fallen asleep in his workshop again. But that wasn't what had woken him up. He felt… peaceful, a feeling he rarely felt anymore. It was as if he knew that something good had happened, except his gut told him that something bad, something very bad had happened. And as if he had been there, standing next to her, he knew that Jenny Shepard was gone, gone forever into that hazy void called the afterlife. Whatever lay on the other side, he was sure she could handle it. And yet, he still felt as if some part of him had been torn out, as if he was missing something of him. He stared up, imagining Jenny in heaven with Shannon and Kelly, all of them laughing over something he had done. He closed his eyes, drank to her, and then lifted his cell to call DiNozzo to see if he knew where she was.
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