A/N: I can't really say anything without giving it away.
Disclaimer: I own NOTING NOTING (Hogan's hero's pun intended)
There were so many things that Gibbs wanted to say as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground; but what could you say? It was not like she would hear you. The coffin was covered in red roses and yellow sunflowers; her favorites, he remembered. The grass was wet, but the sky was bright and blue. The sun felt like it was burning the back of his neck, but honestly, that was the least of his problems.
Gibbs was wearing a black cotton shirt, and black business pants. Other men, and women dressed in black, were all standing solemnly in line. Gibbs had not realized that she had, had so many friends; but then again she was always full of surprises.
Gibbs didn't know what to do. There were so many things that he wished he would have done, wished he would have said; but now there was nothing he could do. Not anymore.
He wished he would have told her she was beautiful; Gibbs couldn't believe that had never come up in conversation. He wished he could tell her she a good friend; sure she was no longer his; but that was no reason to push her away. But most of all, he wished he could have seen her happy, just to know that it was best for her that she left him.
He saw a man, probably around her age, almost in tears. So that was the new guy. He smirked, and then froze in shock. This was a funeral; he shouldn't smirk or roll his eyes. For the first time in his life, Gibbs wished someone would slap him in the back of the head.
Jethro took one more look at the coffin, his fist clenched; and his eyes shut tightly. She deserved to have retired, with the man who was now in tears; but no. She was gone forever. "Goodbye, Hollis," he whispered.
A familiar red headed woman came up behind him: she was wearing a black dress and sunglasses, her long red hair was hanging to her shoulders, and her heels were so high that she should have slipped on the wet grass; but being Jen, of course she didn't.
She squeezed his hand, in a gesture that was unprofessional and completely out of character for her. "I know she meant a lot too you," Jenny sighed. "Yeah," Gibbs grunted taking to Jenny's kindness with his usual hostility.
Jenny didn't say anything, in these situations there was nothing you could say. Gibbs turned around to leave the funeral and Jenny followed hot on his heels. "Shouldn't you stay for the service, Director?" He sneered, angrily. "I'm not here because SecNav ordered me," Jenny whispered still with sweetness and understanding in her voice, "I'm here because Leroy Jethro Gibbs needs a shoulder to lean on."
Gibbs and Jenny both walked to the car park, they were away from the crowd of people but could still see the funeral taking place. They both stopped and sighed sadly as the grave slowly began to be filled. "I'm never going to get a second chance with her, and I don't think I would want one now either." He said his voice back to normal and the hostility all but buried with Hollis.
"But I do have the opportunity to get a second chance with you, and I really, really would like to take it." he said, with hope in his eyes, and a smile spread across his face. "Yes, you do," Jenny said; a little stunned but liking were this was heading.
Gibbs took a step closer to her, and held out his hand. "Life is far too short to go through it alone," Jenny said, putting her hands around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. "Life if far too short to not take second chances," he smirked; rapping his hand around her waist and leading her back to his car.
Fin
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