a/n: So I don't know when I'll publish this. It'll probably just be in between things for the Next DC Power Couple. This will be a short story, just kind of a 'what if' scenario I guess. I might just keep this a one-shot, it depends.

This story will be set sometime in the beginning of season 5, maybe end of season 4.

DISCLAIMER: I Don't Own NCIS


"The CIA is setting you up!"

"Stay out of this Jethro. It's need to know and you don't need to know," Jenny hissed viciously.

"I don't need to know?! How do I not need to know Jen? When you're using my agent-"

"MY AGENT Jethro! YOU are MY agent. The agency is MINE. DiNozzo is MINE-"

"You need my permission to use my team! Tony is on my team! But I guess that doesn't matter since you're fucking each other-"

The harsh sound of her hand connecting with his cheek crackled through the air.

His hand moved to his own cheek, where he felt the burning imprint of where she had slapped him. His eyes were closed, his muscles pulled taught every inch of his frame was vibrating-trying valiantly to control his temper.

He could hear her heavy breathing, and on instinct he knew she was moving in to hit him again. Moving quickly, his large hands wrapped around her slender wrists, and he lunged-using his body to pin her against the nearest wall.

Her large fiery green eyes were locked in a silent battle with icy blue ones.

They were in the entrance hall to her Georgetown townhouse, having the fight they should have had long ago. Well, having-one-of the fights that they should've had long ago. Although he knew if Jenny had any say in it they weren't going to have this fight, and most definitely not the unspoken one that hung heavy in their every interaction with each other.

She wasn't panting anymore, when her back had hit the wall-the breath had been knocked out of her. Now with his body trapping her tiny one, she couldn't move-they both knew there would be no point in even struggling. Even though Jenny was good, he was still a big man whose strength did surpass hers.

Physical strength maybe, but she still had her words.

"I can't believe you just said that to me," she spat-she was furious, and yet he could still another emotion swimming down deep in her green orbs-hurt. She was hurt that he would say that to her, and maybe he would've cared more if it weren't for the fact that he was angry too.

He became annoyed all the time, she'd seen it in multiple instances; whenever Tony did something stupid, when his agent's were bickering, or with the blunderings of innocent Probies. He rarely ever became angry, a few times she'd seen it with the more dirtier suspects, but even then he'd kept himself under control. Until today she had never known of anything that could make Leroy Jethro Gibbs lose control this way.

But apparently that thing was her.

"Why? Because I'm speaking the truth?! Is it so hard for you to hear Jen?!" His voice took on a cruel mocking sarcastic tone.

"Ha," she scoffed, "you want to know the truth, Jethro?! The truth is you sound like a jealous husband."

"How would you know?" He growled.

"Get out of my house," she commanded.

"Not until we're done."

"Done with WHAT?!"

"You telling me what the hell you're hiding," he ordered stubbornly, pressing closer to her. He remembered a time when this type of physical interaction between them would've led to something else. Something much more...carnal.

"What I'm hiding," she repeated in disbelief, "you want to know what I'M HIDING when YOU'RE the one who hid a whole other life from EVERYONE for how long?! REALLY, Jethro?!"

There would be bruises marring her wrists from the force of his grip on her.

The only sign that she had hit her mark was the tightening of his body around hers. His faced stayed still as stone, and on any other day the force of his gaze would have made her squirm.

Not today.

"Don't bring them into this," he whispered. Gibbs-whispered. She'd only ever heard two tones from this man; drill sergeant loud, or functional mute silent.

"What did he do to you Jen?"

Jenny was silent.

"Is it because of your father?"

Jenny's stubborn silence broke then, same as her resigned stillness. She tried what she hadn't before, her arms tried to break free of his iron grasp, and she tried to jerk her knee up-aiming for his groin area. He pressed tighter against her, and her futile struggling ceased.

"What do you know about my father?" She hissed, venom dripping from her words.

"I know that he's dead. Has been for awhile now-"

"Oh, really?! And here I thought he was just avoiding my calls!" She was getting more angry, if that were possible. He watched as her cheeks became splotchy with hectic red spots, and the vein in her neck was throbbing slightly. Just like he was sure the vein in his own forehead was throbbing, after the mention of Shannon and Kelly...

Vaguely he wondered if one or both of them were going to have a heart attack.

"And you think that Rene Benoit killed him," he accused...and she saw red. In his eyes she saw judgment-recrimination, for what she was doing.

And she hated him for it.

"What right do you have? Huh, Jethro?!" Her voice was getting louder, and just like he'd wondered if one of them were going to have a heart attack. Part of her mind wondered if he were going to break her wrists, his muscles were bunching so tightly that he wouldn't even mean to.

She didn't have to worry about that though, slapping the wall violently he moved away from her. Almost as if he couldn't stand to be near her, if it was her or the words flowing out of her mouth-she didn't know.

"How can you sit there and judge me for what I'm doing? I'm running an operation to catch an arms dealer-"

"You're risking DiNozzo."

She continued as if he had never spoke, "I'm trying to catch a man committing illegal deeds. And you want to say that I'M IN THE WRONG?! WHAT I'M DOING IS WRONG?! I've seen you snap a man's neck before Jethro-"

"We had orders. He was about to kill you. They were running girls. You are trying to satisfy a personal vendetta-"

"THEY were doing something ILLEGAL. I am trying to catch an ARMS DEALER! HE RUNS GUNS, JETHRO! Those guns are used to kill OUR men on the frontline EVERYDAY! Hell, if you were still out there they could be the ones used to kill YOU!" Her hands were thrown out to her sides, and chest was getting tight.

"Don't act like what you're doing is something noble. You don't give a damn about the guns. You're doing it to get to him. You're ruining some innocent girl's life, and possible DiNozzo's. All to satisfy some half-cocked theory-" His body was shaking even harder, his nails were digging into his palms and he could feel droplets of blood from the puncture marks. He wanted to snatch her up, to shake her even harder-to tell her to get her head out of her ass and save herself before it was too late.

"HE MURDERED MY FATHER JETHRO!" She screeched, and any version of composure was out the window.

"You don't know that-"

"OH," she gasped-she couldn't breath, "you don't get to tell me that! Not you! I don't know he killed me father!? JUST LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW THAT PEDRO HERNANDEZ MURDERED SHANN-"

"DON'T BRING THEM INTO THIS," he roared-then he tried to calm himself his heart was beating far too fast, "I understand Jen, trust me I get it more than you-"

"You get it," she spoke suddenly very-deadly calm, "you stupid, egotistical, hypocritical, SON OF A BITCH! YOU understand NOTHING ABOU-"

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND?! HOW DO I NOT UNDERSTAND WHEN MY MOTHER KILLED HERSELF?!"

The shaking was getting worse, and his mind was fogged in a cloud of rage. Fire was roaring through his veins, and he couldn't control himself anymore. He had never hit a woman before, and no matter how much his body was screaming at him-he wasn't about to start with Jen.

He spun around, and the next the thing they both knew-his fist had made a hole in the drywall of her entryway.

She was...he had never, even in all of their arguments before-he'd never... The sight of him breathing heavily, forehead leaning against the way, one clenched fist bleeding from the knuckles... All of her emotions seeped out of her...there was only one emotion in her now and that was shock.

He collected himself before she did. Straightening up, he didn't look at her, and she barely heard his mumbled words of 'Sorry, I'll uh-fix it tomorrow, or something' before he was opening her front door.

She hadn't even registered the words he'd yelled before the door was shutting on his retreating back.


a/n: Continue or no? It want be a long story, at most just one more chapter. I just wanted a story where someone addresses what happened to Ann Gibbs, and how it might've affected Jenny and her situation if he'd just told her.