A/N: I was actually incredibly pleased with the 200th episode of NCIS; they basically said that Tate would have been canon had she lived (which made this Tate shipper very happy), there was actually a Jenny sighting, and we got to meet Gibbs' mom. I enjoyed it, but my Jibbs-shipper heart thought of this and I couldn't let it go.

I don't know who saw Lauren Holly's tweet (I saw it on tumblr, and just about died), about it being a bitter pill to swallow that Jenny wasn't one of Gibbs' choices, but it was kind of nice to see a little comment from Lauren. And while I do understand that Jenny made her own choices, it would have been nice to see some Jibbs interaction. This is my small remedy :)

It's short, bittersweet, and just something I had to get out. The end is pretty sappy- I just have a lot of feelings, okay?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this idea.

Gibbs didn't understand why he was in the diner. He didn't understand why any of this was happening; why Mike, and Jackson, and the team were here. And he certainly didn't understand why Jenny was looking at him like a day hadn't passed since the last time she'd seen him.

Mike smirked silently as Gibbs stood up, walking over to the redhead that was smiling at him, her green eyes still just as beautiful as ever. She was dressed in the clothes she'd died in- he remembered from Abby's analysis of them- and his heart ached in his chest, throat tightening as he reached her. Neither spoke for a minute, then her ruby lips parted.

"Hello Jethro," she said simply, her alto voice reaching his ear drums and sending him back to that fateful day in MTAC, so long ago. "Should we skip the 'you haven't changed a bit' bull?"

"Why start lyin' to each other now Jen?" Jethro asked, the repertoire familiar but painful, tearing a new hole in his heart. Jenny smiled sadly, eyes running over him, face softening.

"You look good Jethro," she said, arms folded over her chest, leaning back slightly on her heels.

"Considering I think I just got shot? Yeah, I think I'm lookin' pretty good," Jethro replied, and Jenny let out a laugh, the sound like music to his ears. "I missed that sound."

Jenny tilted her head, her ponytail swishing behind her head, biting her lip.

"You've been doing just fine Jethro," Jenny said, not an ounce of judgment in her voice. "It's been nice to see you happy. You'll get out of here just fine- it's just a review of the choices you've made."

"Why are you here, Jen?" Jethro asked, honestly wanting to know. Could he change her death? The things he'd said before she'd left? Jenny smiled sadly, uncrossing her arms.

"This isn't about me, Jethro," she said, shaking her head, causing her ponytail to bounce slightly. "I made my choices, and I have to stick by them. I just had to see you again."

Her green eyes glimmered, sadness brimming in her irises.

"Missed you, Jen," Jethro whispered, his voice husky with emotion. She bit her lip, eyes beginning to swim.

"Please don't forget me," Jenny whispered, her hand finding his cheek and letting her thumb stroke the skin softly. "Promise me that."

Gibbs nodded roughly, unable to speak. Jenny smiled sadly, hand still on his cheek. Leaning forward, Jenny pressed her lips to his cheek, her mouth warm and soft against his skin, making an ache of longing well up in his stomach, sweeping away his heart.

"Goodbye Jethro," she whispered, looking at him just the way she used to.

She turned, walking to the door of the diner and grasping the handle in her hand, looking back over her shoulder as she opened the door to leave. Her lips curved upwards in a small smile, her green eyes finding his and holding the gaze.

And he could have sworn he saw her mouth the words 'I love you' before she was gone.