And my Jibbs muse is back!1 I'm so happy I had to post this little onesot before I updated. I love you guys and thanks for being so patient with me!
She walked down the wooden steps, the unmistakable click of her heels could be heard through out the room. She stopped three quarters of the way down and stared at him. He was sanding his boat, bot flinching when she walked in. Instead he sat the sander on one of the beams and walked over to the table. He took two maso jars in his hand and dumped out some screws and bolts, then blew air into them to get rid of the dust. He grabbed the neck of a bottle of bourbon and dragged it over, then poured some into both. He slid the jar to the edge of the table, offering it to her.
She walked the rest of the way down and picked up the jar, bringing it to her lips.
"Your supposed to be dead." Gibbs said, looking up to make eye contact.
"Well things don't always go as planned do they Jethro?"
He slammed his glass down, "Dammit Jen!" He said, "You could have came to me."
She gently placed her glass down, "You know damn well that I couldn't have. That would be to dangerous for you and for me."
"We could have worked it out and found a way. Nothing would have happened to you, and you know that."
She sighed, "No Jethro, I don't know that. I wouldn't have known that unless I did it. Jethro, you know that I wouldn't have put myself and you in the position."
Gibbs stopped for a second to really look at her. Her hair was grown out again past her shoulders, and she looked younger, more like she did in Paris. Maybe it was all the stress relief, now that she didn't have to be director. "Jen..."
She took another sip of her bourbon, finshing the last sip. Jenny then took the bottle and poured herself some more. "So, how many ties hav you married since I have been gone." She asked, a smile playing at her lips.
He looked up and chuckled, "Zero."
She grinned, then sat the glass back down on the table. Taking a step forward she wrapped her arms around his mid-section and rested her head o his chest. "I'm sorry Jethro." She whispered, silent tears leaking from her eyes.
He laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking at him. He reached down and placed his lips on hers, kissing her. And he did it again, and again, and again until it was a full blown make out session.
"I'm sorry Jethro." She said again.
He smiled, "Do I even have to say it?"
"Never apologize..."
He kissed her again, "I missed you Jen."
She smiled against his lips, "I missed you to."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Gibbs then carefully carried them up the steps and into his bedroom, where he was gonna show her how much he loved her.
The next morning Gibbs woke up to find Jenny sleeping soundly ontop of him. Their legs were tangled together, and his arms were wrapped aorund her petite waist. He kissed the top of her head and smiled, thankful that she came back.
