Author notes: I am traditionally a Tiva writer, however, because of left my heart in Paris asking me to come up with a story she would like involving Jenny and Gibbs, I wrote this. so here it is for you; left my heart in Paris, I will always cherish our graphics lessons. :D R&R please

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He never thought this day would come; him attending her funeral. He knew it was selfish but he always expected and wanted himself to die before her, he didn't want to have to deal with her death; it would only rip him apart. As he stood there, looking down, watching her body being lowered into her final resting place, he felt as if he had died right along with her. How was he supposed to carry on his life knowing that she couldn't with hers, he felt guilty; she did this for him, to protect him.

His thoughts kept wandering back to the when Jenny wasn't the person who answered her phone and all he heard was DiNozzo breathing. At that very moment he knew something was up and at that moment he felt as if he would crumble into a thousand pieces and all that would be left was his coffee cup.

What he wouldn't give to just have one last chance to see her, to hear her, to smell her perfume or to even kiss her. He was standing at her funeral looking back at all the times he stupidly didn't tell her his true feelings. He quietly laughed to himself for being so stupid. He knew it was wrong to smile at this sad time, but he knew Jenny wouldn't mind, she would want him to be happy.

His smiled stayed stuck on his face for a few more moments; he was proud, it had been a push but she deserved the best in life and in death; he had managed to build her, her coffin. He had engraved on the inside of the lid, in small text 'I knew I loved you before I met you, I will always be yours'.

His smile vanished when he was pulled out of his thoughts by Duck, who had placed his hand on his friends shoulder showing a sign of remorse and sympathy. Gibbs gave him a weak smile. The whole group said their condolences and departed to their cars to leave. Soil was being shovelled on top of Jenny's grave. It would be the final and last time he would ever see the women he had loved all his life and the one his heart had been waiting for. She was gone and now he had to move on.

The final people were leaving as the grave was being filled more and more with soil. People laid flowers on her grave stone. Faint cries could be heard coming from many people, including Naomi; Gibbs put his arm around her shoulders to reassure her. She bid goodbye to him and they said to one another that they would stay in touch.

Time seemed to stand still while Gibbs watched the hole that resembled his heart being filled in, although his heart was the opposite, the hole in his heart was growing bigger and bigger with every beat. It was killing him. Saying goodbye was something he never wanted to do to her. So the longer he stood there, the longer he had to not say goodbye to the women his heart and soul will always belong to.

As time moved on, Jethro became increasingly in thought. How could he be angry at Jenny for killing La Grenouille? He had killed Pedro Hernandez. What would have happened if he had confronted her? What would the newly found lack of trust do to their relationship?

"Jethro?" a female voice sounded from behind him, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Jen?" Gibbs' eyes came to focus and locked onto the face of the woman who was stood in front of him. When he realised the person was blonde he spoke again "Sorry, I've had a bad day"

"Don't worry about it, I understand" Hollis moved and stood next to him whilst placing her hand on his arm.

Gibbs looked at her, he wanted to be alone to mourn the death of his ultimately best friend, but he couldn't be rude. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I wanted to pay my respects and to see if you were holding up okay" Gibbs wanted to bite her head off and scream 'does it look like I am okay? The woman I love if lying six feet below me' but he didn't feel like the bastard Leroy Jethro Gibbs, he felt like a shell of his former being. She continued to fill the silence; Gibbs had asked the men who were filling the grave to give him a moment alone for a final goodbye, but Hollis had arrived. "I want you to know that if you need a shoulder to cry on or just a drinking partner, I am always available" she stroked his arm.

Is this woman real? He has just lost someone that he was very close to and she is flirting with him, not only that but he is standing at their grave trying to say goodbye.

"I know it is probably not the right time, but I can't hold it in any longer" Gibbs just looked at her with the 'ya think' face which she chose to ignore. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, the worst thing I ever did was leaving you, if only you would take me back, what do you say? Yes?" Hollis had managed to turn Gibbs towards her and not facing the grave. Gibbs just stared at her. Hollis moved closer to him, in an attempt to coax him into kissing her. Gibbs tried to move away but was in too much shock, this woman was outrageous; she was using his fragile and broken state to try to win him back. Gibbs wanted her off of him and now. His prayers were answered. Gibbs saw in almost slow motion; Hollis' flailing body forcefully fall to his left and fall head first into the shallow filled grave, landing on her head and become unconscious.

Gibbs didn't know where to look; at where the blonde lay still or where the force that had answered his pray was. He chose to glance down at Hollis but then snapped back to the right.

He had to be dreaming, there was no way this was happening. Jethro shock is head and rubbed his eyes.

He couldn't steady his breathing, he ran to them scooping them up into his arms and passionately captured her lips in his while spinning around, conveying all his emotions in this tiny moment.

"Oh, I missed you Jen" Jethro whispered against her neck as they stopped for air.

"I am so sorry" a single tear fell down her cheek.

Gibbs wiped it away with his thumb. "Don't apologise…"

Jenny cut him off "It's a sign of weakness"

Gibbs shock his head "You have nothing to be sorry about, I am sorry I never told you how I truly feel"

"I have always known Jethro" Jenny smiled and kissed him.

Gibbs woke, he was lying in his bed, in his house. A feeling of depression flooded over him; it must be Jenny's funeral today. It was all a dream. That wasn't fair, how can he go through her funeral again? His dream was bad enough.

Gibbs sat up in his bed and turned the lamp on that was on his cabinet next to his bed. He didn't want to go back asleep in case it prompted another devastating night mare. Gibbs heard a noise; so pulled his gun out of the draw in the cabinet. When a figure appeared it startled him, they were dressed in one of his old NIS t-shirt

"Jethro what's the matter?"

"Jen?" Gibbs was now really confused, was it all a dream?