Guess what, I found a story somewhere on my laptop! It's not very long, but I think it was a good end for this one. Anyway.. OFAS is still around somewhere. And I have the next chapter finished. But it's a bit shorter than usual... Leave a review and please tell me if you think I should just post it or if I should add it with chapter 19 (which is still in the works)

Disclaimer: not mine, but I do hope you enjoy reading :)

Bets

"Jen, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Jethro."

She looked at him and tried her best not to let that damned twitch show. There was a concerned look on his face. And in his eyes the same question as he just asked. She smiled for good measure. She was not about to tell him how she really felt. How she missed it. How she blamed herself for ending up like this.

"You sure?"

This time she snapped. It was none of his concern and the worried looks he gave her made her only more nervous. " Yes, Jethro I'm sure. Now get back to work."

With a short nod he exited her office and she leaned back in her chair with a sigh.

It was all his fault. If it wasn't for him she wouldn't be in this state right now. All those years ago it was him who brought it into her life and she wasn't sure if she could live without it. Or him for that matter.

She gazed over her day planner. Five days done and two more to go. She was kind of surprised she'd made it this far already. But it was getting harder and harder every minute. Every time he walked by, every time they talked. She wished this week would end a bit sooner.

She needed a distraction. And she knew just the place to do that. There was a park five minutes away from the building and she felt like walking around for a while. She stepped outside and told Cynthia where she'd go. When she entered the squadroom she could feel his eyes on her. Quickly she made her way to the elevator, just to escape from his gaze.

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Where was she going this time?

As far as he knew she didn't have any appointments planned for today. And he was sure of it. He had checked it with Cynthia. And she wouldn't lie to him, would she?

Something inside him told him that she would. That she already had. But something else inside him, his gut, told him he should be worried. That he had to make sure Jenny was going to be okay. She hadn't been herself for the past five days and knowing her she would ditch her security detail and get herself in trouble.

His team was looking at him. Right he was supposed to tell them what to do. "What are you waiting for. Get to work." With that, he walked towards the elevator himself. He was going to follow her, for her own safety.

He followed her to a park. And watched her sit down on a bench. He saw her gaze sweep over her surroundings. Her gaze stayed on the children that were playing a few feet away from her.

The ball they were playing with rolled toward her feet. One of the boys came over to collect it. She smiled at him and handed him the ball. To his surprise Jen got up after it and joined the kids in their game. It looked a bit funny but over all mostly adorable. Ten children and one adult all running after the ball, trying to catch it before anyone else could. He saw that she'd slipped her heels of and left them near the bench. She was running around in her bare feet, and from the looks of it. Having a great time.

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" Here you go Peter, I'm getting tired. If you don't mind I think I'll watch the next game."

She made her way to the bench. But when she got there, she couldn't find her shoes. Worried she searched around , those had been her favorite pair. There was no way someone had stolen them in those few minutes she was gone.

"Looking for these?"

She knew that voice. And she definitely recognized the tone in that voice. She looked up into Jethro's smiling face. In one hand he held her shoes and in the other a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing here?" she asked while she grabbed her heels out of his hand.

"Can't a guy walk around the park just for fun."

"Do you really think I'm going to believe that? You followed me didn't you." She looked at the smirk on his face and she knew she'd been right. He emptied his coffee cup and threw it away in the trashcan next to the bench.

She licked her lips. After all that running around she was kind of thirsty. There was still a drop of coffee on his lips. She looked at it. Doubting. It had been such a long time. And she needed it. After all this time she was convinced she deserved it.

Five days without coffee. Why did she make that deal with herself?

How did she ever think she was going to survive a week without coffee?

"Jen are you okay?"

She ducked his question with a question of her own. "Why didn't you get me any coffee?"

"How was I suppose to know that you'd be here?"

His face held a blank look. Nothing to indicate a lie. But that tiny drop of coffee was still on his lip. She didn't knew how it stayed there, and frankly she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed it. Badly.

She moved her face closer to his, and sucked the drop of his lips. Then, she pulled back. He looked at her in surprise. His icy blue eyes were swirling with emotion.

Right here, right now, it was only the two of them. No one to interfere, no work, no case, nothing. This time it was him who made the first move.

"If this is how you are when you're five days without coffee. I'm not sure I want to know how you'd get through nine months of pregnancy without you caffeine jolts."

She smirked at him. "That an offer Jethro?"

"Only if you want it to be."