A/N- This is going to be a series of oneshots. If you read the summery than don't read the next sentence. These onehots are based on Gibbs rules and where they came from. Okay, thank you for reading. Methinks you will like. (And yes, methinks is really a word!)
Rule 12: Never Date a Co-Worker
Eleven Years Ago
The day was coming to a close, but the night was just beginning. The small red haired woman was stowing the camera and taking out the bourbon in the attic room. Her partner, an older man, not old just older than the woman, walked in from the small kitchen. He had cooked that night. Not unusual.
"Jen, you can't boil water without burning it." He would say to they red haired woman. He thought her hair looked like silk. It was not true, that she couldn't cook, but compared to his meals it was. Jen often wondered where the recipes came from. Sometimes she would ask.
"Jethro, where did you learn to cook fancy French steak?" When this conversation came up he would smile and ask if she tried the wine.
But this night was different. Jethro's fancy French steak was not what was on Jen's mind. His soft pink lips were. Jen had found that she had fallen in love with this man, though he was almost ten years older than she. Jen could tell that Jethro cared for her too, but before this night there was always something between them. Something that he would not talk about. Something she dared not bring up.
Jethro had finished the dishes and was leaning against the door frame, watching as Jen's eyes traveled his body. He was an expert at reading body language, and knew the look in her eyes. He himself had had the same look in his eyes when looking at Shannon. But Shannon was gone and he had not felt the same way for somebody since. Jethro could tell that longing was returning to his heart. It surprised him that he could feel again, he didn't expect it. It had been four years since their deaths, and he had married four more times. When this mission was assigned to him, he had just finished another messy divorce. Jethro vowed to himself to never get married again, it was too much pain.
He pushed those thoughts from his mind. It was a beautiful night in France. The stars were shinning and the moon was full. Jethro let his eyes roam, and was not surprised when they landed on Jen. He walked over and kissed her. Slowly at first, but she did not reject him. The kiss deepened and strengthened, until finally the fell to the small pull-out couch/bed. It was pulled out. One thing led to another and the rest is not quite history.
Both awoke at the same time, facing opposite directions. A white sheet covered their bare bodies. Neither regreted what they had done. It was the beginning of a relationship that would last until Jen decided to leave her post as an NCIS undercover field agent. She moved to her late father's house in Washington and began to build her career. Their last words were not ones of good faith. Jethro was heart broken. He had fallen in love and again it was taken from him. Jen was sorry, but she told him that it was time for her to do what was right for her career. SHe wanted to be director of NCIS, and she couldn't do that being in a relationship with Jethro.
They would meet again. Jen would achieve her dream, and become Director. But something from before would be her demise. She did not complete mer mission in France. Did not kill, and in the end it would kill her. Though she put up on hell of a fight, as was her way. Again Jethro's heart would break for her, because they had never admitted that they still felt for each other. It was the night that their togetherness ended that Rule Twelve was formed. Never date a co-worker. The unwritten end of the rule? It always leads to pain.
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