Based off of Silver War season 3 episode 4.
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I OWN NOTHING
Ziva's POV
"Who is the women with Gibbs?" I say in a low whisper in Tony's ear to avoid getting heard.
"Yeah,once you've been here long enough you'll figure it out."
"Is that his girlfriend?" I was starting to be concerned. I knew how Jenny felt and I know that this would just kill her.
"I have no idea"
"You just told me that.." I was cut off by Tony's lower whisper voice.
"Well you'll figure out that around here there are just some things that you don't ask about." And as if on que Jen walks up the stairs to her office and takes one long look at the two canoodling and I could sense the sadness and the hurt in not just her eyes but in her whole body.
I yell after her as I follow her up to the stairs. "Jen, are you ok?"
Jenny's POV
The siht had killed me, I am now emotionally dead. But it was my fault that he is in her arms and not mine. Getting his kisses not mine. Feeling the warmth of his body on a cold winter night. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a concerned Ziva.
"Jen, are you ok?"
I had to put my ice queen face on. Be professional. Don't let this get in the way of something you have worked so hard to achieve, kept playing over and over again in my head as I fished for a good answer.
Caressing Ziva's upper arm I say with all my power "Z i'm fine, I promise."
"Are you sure?"
That killed me. No I was not sure. I do care. I am most certainly not fine. But had to put my game face on and lie. I hated lying to Ziva, she was and is the only true friend I have and she knows all about my past and especially my past with Jethro. "Yes I am sure" I watched her give me a head nod with a half smile and walk back down the stairs sharing glances with me the whole way.
I walk back to my office, trying so hard not to cry. No one can see me like this. Ever. I practically run in my office grabbing my purse and coat. Running out I ask Cynthia to push everything back to tomorrow and to take the rest of the afternoon off. With a confused smile she nods.
I avoid any contact with anyone. Especially Jethro. Not even eye contact. Even just looking into his deep swirling, ice blue eyes could make me fall apart. I hit the elevator button to go down. And of course with my luck it is slow as ever. Finally in what felt like forever, the elevator doors opened. I silently thanked God for getting me out of the building with no one bugging or seeing me. I motioned for my driver. As the car slowly pulled I looked back. For some stupid reason I looked back.