Photographic Memories
Summary: Jenny/Gibbs. Post ep of Shalom. Jenny looks at the picture Gibbs had left for her and reminisces about the past. Drabble.
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Back in the sanctity of her office, Director Jennifer Shepard closed the door and kicked off her impossibly high-heeled pointed stilettos. Her toes sank into the thick carpet as she crossed the room to the cabinet where she kept her supply of bourbon. Yet another thing in her life that constantly reminded her of Jethro Gibbs. Jenny took the heavy glass bottle down from the shelf and poured herself a healthy dose; she felt that she deserved it after the last couple of days. Padding back to her desk with her drink in her hand, Jenny sank into her chair.
Bringing the tumbler to her lips, Jenny took a small sip and felt the bourbon doing it's magic. Placing the tumbler down on her mahogany desk, she reached out for the envelope. She slid the photograph out and fingered the glossy paper. Jenny had been a little hurt to find out that Jethro did not remember their mission in Serbia. She had begun to wonder how much he really remembered about their time in Paris. Now, receiving this photograph from him proved that there was still hope.
Jenny picked up the bourbon again and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes and letting the alcohol and the memories wash over her. She and Jethro had shared so many good times together, bad ones too but it was mainly the pleasant ones she held onto. Their first meeting, the first time they had made love in that sweltering attic in Paris, the stakeouts, the late nights drinking bourbon and talking and, of course, that week spent in the farmhouse in Serbia.
Jenny studied the photograph again. She realised how long she looked there; how carefree and truly happy she looked. The light in her eyes had been the enthusiasm of a young field agent mixed with the undeniable love she felt for her partner. She wondered when 'Jen' in the photograph had become the 'Director Shepard' she was now. Was it when she had let him go? And, if so, why had she let him out of her grasp again?
Jenny drained the last drop of bourbon from the glass and pushed her chair back from her desk. She stood up and walked to the window, looking out over the dark DC cityscape. She remembered this was where she had been standing where Gibbs returned.
Under her breath, Jenny whispered into the night.
"Come back, Jethro. Please."