He had thought about her day and night, but not heard a word since she left.
Until now.
His old friend and colleague Ducky had stepped into the lift when Gibbs was heading down to Autopsy.
"I was just heading down to see you, but you're going somewhere?" Gibbs said.
"We are going somewhere." replied Ducky. He led Gibbs to the car park, where his car was parked.
"Where are we going, Duck?" Gibbs asked.
"Jethro, if I tell you, you'll either refuse to come with me or drive erratically. I don't actually know, but it'll be one of those two things." Ducky wasn't too sure on this occasion. "Get in."
Jethro wouldn't do this, but it was Ducky. It was different. Ducky drove for some time, before pulling into St. Joseph's hospital.
"I'm not sick, Duck." Gibbs said.
"Oh, I know, but –" Ducky cut off.
"But what?" asked Gibbs, as Ducky got out of the car. Gibbs did so too.
"You're still in love, Jethro." Ducky said. "I know only what you have told me, but I know love when I see it, and I know she left you, but I think she might regret that decision now."
"You talking about Jen, Duck?" Jethro asked. "She here?"
"Yes, Jethro. C'mon." Ducky led Gibbs into the hospital, and along a corridor.
"She was working in Europe, there was trouble. Jen was injured. Once stable, she was flown here and an old friend rang me. " Ducky paused, paying close attention to Gibbs. "She was working with Ziva David, who had to stay in Europe, but Ziva was with Jen, got help. Ziva said that before Jenny lost consciousness, she was asking for you…"
"She left me, Duck." said Jethro.
"I don't think it was because she stopped loving you, Jethro." Ducky replied.
They were now stopped at a doorway.
"I'll be waiting here. You go in." Ducky said.
For once Gibbs did as he was told.