A/N - If you recognise it, I don't own it. Usually I don't like song fics but this one came to me and I decided to give it a go. One shot, but hey I am a woman, it's my prerogative to change my mind. :P Umm, also, just in case you miss it, Jethro is doing all his thinking during the choruses, and then listening to the verses.

Please read and review, I love NCIS but I don't know if this is a bit unrealistic.

Sitting on a bar stool at my favourite D.C bar, I looked over towards the barman, slamming my glass down and looking over to where the band was about to start playing. I was supposed to be at Jen's house tonight, everyone was going over for Ziva's birthday, but there was no way in hell I would be there. I couldn't stand to be around Jen, not tonight. She had spent the last week working with our team, because McGee was off at some computer nerd course and I needed the extra agent. Working this closely with her, I realised just how much I wanted her. The band started playing, and for a lack of anything else to do, I listened to the lyrics of the song.

It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was summertime in Northern Michigan

1989? That was the year Jen and I spent in Paris. I didn't have Rules back then, and that was how I'd gotten myself into this mess. It might not have been Northern Michigan, but summer time in Paris is beautiful, just like Jen. Jen had known herself back then better than I had known me. Damn I missed those days... Well, until we got into a hard spot with that mission. Stranded out in the middle of the Seine, on a manmade island, that had been interesting. Ha! That was one thing this song couldn't tell me about. We'd sat and made that fire to keep warm, and... I shivered at the memory of that night...


Splashing through the sand bar
Talking by the campfire
It's the simple things in life, like when and where
We didn't have no internet
But man I never will forget
The way the moonlight shined upon her hair

What the hell? The song did seem to have a point though. He would never forget the comfort Jen had given him that first night they were together. Or the way the moon had shined down upon her. And then, when he couldn't deal with it any longer, Jen had been the first person at NCIS who had known about Shannon and Kelly. Oh god, how Jen reminded him of Shannon.

Catching Walleye from the dock
watching the waves roll off the rocks
she'll forever hold a spot inside my soul
we'd blister in the sun
we couldn't wait for night to come
to hit that sand and play some rock and roll

I let a smile slide up onto my face as I remembered how after a hard day running around trying to catch the bastards, we would go home to their tiny apartment and fall into bed, each of us knowing exactly what the other needed, not being able to contain ourselves any longer.


Now nothing seems as strange as when the leaves began to change
oh how we thought those days would never end
Sometimes I'll hear that song and I'll start to sing along
And think man I'd love to see that girl again

Then the mission was over. Jen was being promoted and sent somewhere or other, and I was getting stuck in D.C as an Agent in Charge. But we would always have Paris. No, damn it, that wasn't enough. I downed the last shot of whiskey and threw some bills on the bar. I had dinner to go to. And, maybe, I would talk to Jen...

A/N – I don't really know where it's going at this point, but if you want to find out, hit the pretty little button and let me know!

XX Bek