Caribbean Blue 2
Summary: Season 5 AU. After René Benoit's death is cleared, Jenny and Gibbs begin to rebuild their relationship, but the ghost of Svetlana appears in Jenny's life.
Chapter 1
The sea was calm that afternoon and there was a salty breeze in the air. Jenny and Gibbs were lying in bed, still wet from diving, inside the agent's boat. Gibbs had his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly with his breath and Jenny rested her head on his shoulder, her red and damp hair creating a curtain while she deposited light kisses on his exposed and salty skin, lazily.
They had taken a week of vacation to go to Mexico, after all the events that led to Rene Benoit's death investigation, whose body was found floating in the sea. After the FBI had investigated Gibbs' team and Jenny, mainly Jenny and Tony that had been with him, Kort had admited that he'd killed the man because he'd betrayed CIA.
Jenny didn't like to think about it. That wasn't beautiful, what she did, nor Gibbs liked, who was the only one who knew the true. But they had reached an agreement because in a way or other, both had used their positions for personal reasons. Hadn't been right but were done.
Jenny raised her lips to Gibbs's neck and lingering there, brushing her teeth, making him shiver and open his blue eyes that sparkled. Gibbs quickly supported her over his body making her giggle, and he grabbed her by the waist, his fingers brushing lightly on the yellow bikini she wore, playing with the elastic bottom.
His hand went through her ribs, her breasts to her neck and then returning to her breasts and massaging them lightly, making her sigh and tilt her head back, resting it on his forehead as his fingers caressed her there and then he rose his hand to her face, lifting her chin, while the other hand continued to play with her bikini bottom, his fingers sliding on her wet skin, going to her inner thighs.
"Hmmm, Jethro..." She moaned, rubbing his chest, her nails scratching him lightly and curling up in his gray hair as he continued to caress her center.
Quickly she lowered his shorts, stroking his member, making him groan and he pulled her bikini bottom to the side and they became one, finding their rhythm and he kept her over his body, with her long legs around him, letting the redhead ride them back and forth, slowly.
She tilted her head down, kissing Gibbs and using one hand to hold herself on his shoulder and the other, to hold on the bed's bar. Their taste was something unique mixed with the salty sea and then Jenny's tongue asked permission to enter his mouth and Gibbs gave it quickly and he held her face with one hand, keeping her face on his and kissing her, while taking her hand that was on his hand and intertwining their fingers with his free hand.
The heat began rise in the cabin, despite the sea breeze coming through the window of the boat, while their bodies moved, slippery and the windows got blurry.
When they reached the climax, Gibbs leaned his head on the pillow and Jenny continued sat over him, smiling, tilting her head back to kiss him again and Gibbs laughed.
But as soon as the kiss began to intensify, Jenny pulled away abruptly from his lips, leaving him and putting a hand to her mouth and the other on her bare belly, closing her eyes. Gibbs sat up quickly at her side, with a furrowed brow in concern.
"Jen, are you okay?"
Jen just made a motion with her hand, asking him to wait and she kept her hand on her mouth. After a while, she took a deep breath, opening her eyes and Gibbs touched her cheek gently.
"What happened?"
"It was just a sickness, don't worry." She said, recovering from the shock and smiling at him, but he still looked worried.
He lowered his hand, touching her belly gently, his fingers causing goose bumps on her skin.
"I'm fine Jethro, really." She assured him and he kissed her red lips, before getting up, lifting her with him.
"Do you want to swim a little longer before we get back?"
Jenny smiled, nodding and taking his hand, as she led them outside of the boat. She sat for a moment on the edge, closing her eyes towards the sun, the breeze hitting her hair and Gibbs smiled, admiring her in her yellow bikini with lightly tanned skin and wavy hair by salt water.
Jenny opened her eyes and gigged, making a motion with her head to the sea and then slipping into the water. Gibbs laughed, going to the edge and jumping in the water too. Gibbs swam toward the redhead, hugging her from behind and she turned to him, throwing water over him.
"Jen!" He groaned and she laughed, going to the ladder of the boat to climb it, but Gibbs grabbed her by the ankle preventing her from going up and then turning her toward him, he pinned the woman between his body and the ladder, both still in the water.
They stopped laughing, their hearts beating quickly, their bodies compressed and wet and she leaned her head forward while he kept his knee between her legs.
"I love you Jethro."
"I love you too Jen. From Paris to Washington."
And he kissed her.
In the late afternoon, when they returned to the city after the tour, Jenny and Gibbs stopped at the supermarket to buy supplies for Mike Franks' house. While Gibbs was paying, Jenny waited looking through the glass doors and then her heart skipped a beat and she opened her mouth in shock. A few feet away from her, outside, a tall and blond woman was walking, wearing sunglasses and expensive clothes.
But what caught her attention, besides the expensive clothes amid the Mexican summer, was the cold and vindictive smile on her lips. Flashes of a dark night in an alley in Paris came to Jenny's mind, Jenny wearing a dark wig and a coat, lowering the weapon and staring at a blonde woman, dressed in fur coat and then leaving.
"Svetlana." Jenny whispered, shaking her head.
No, Svetlana didn't know she was in Mexico, and had no reason to be there, but in Russia, faking her death. She should thanks Jenny for not killing her in Paris, ten years ago.
"Jen, let's go?" Gibbs called her, carrying the bags in one hand and extending the other to her.
Jenny looked up and smiled at Gibbs, accepting his hand as they walked to Mike's house, where they were staying.
My face above the water
My feet can't touch the ground
Touch the ground, and it feels like
I can see the sands on the horizon
Everytime you are not around