A/N: This kind of started with the idea of looking back at your life which was a part of a book I am trying to write, but I didn't use it in the story and instead evolved it into a Jibbs one shot. So as always enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, own nothing

The Power of Reminiscing

"Do you want to know something sad?" Jennifer asked, taking a sip of her red wine.

"Go for it," Gibbs shrugged. They were seated outside, in the surprisingly warm starless night. Neither one of them was quiet sure who had decided they were going out to dinner, they were just both hungry and didn't want to be alone.

Jenny wasn't dressed up, she always relished the opportunity to get out of her fancy work clothes and just go out in jeans and a T-Shirt and Gibbs, well he had one look and he stuck with it.

Where they were dining wasn't that fancy either, it still had class but it had a more wholesome and earthy feel which was comforting after their, as always, hectic week.

"If I had the chance I wouldn't do anything differently," Jenny chuckled, reminiscing slightly as she spoke.

"How's that sad?" Gibbs questioned a tad envious of her life without regrets.

"Because, I have made so many mistakes," Jenny began casually, "and I can't bring myself to regret even one of them."

"That's good Jen," Gibbs grumbled, "not sad." A tad angry that she didn't even regret leaving him, or the pain it had caused him.

"No it's sad," Jenny said nodding, the politician side of her eager to prove her point. "It's sad because if I somehow went back six years ago to where I was running from you. I wouldn't tell myself to do anything different."

"I think that's sad for me, not you Jen," Gibbs smirked, taking a gulp of his Bourbon in anticipation of where this conversation was going.

"How come?" Jenny questioned, slightly confused.

"Because, I wasn't and still aren't worth coming back for," Gibbs said opening up his menu and scanning his eyes through each page in an attempt to change the topic.

"It's not that you weren't worth coming back for," Jenny said, trying to coax his eyes back to hers, "it's just that I wasn't, and aren't, right for you." Jenny said, not sadly just like she was stating a well known fact.

"Y..." Gibbs started but Jenny quickly reached over and covered his mouth with her hand.

"My self-esteem doesn't really need a boost right now Jethro," Jenny whispered battering her eyelashes. Gibbs looked up at her almost helplessly. She couldn't help but laugh as she took her hand away from his mouth.

"Look at me I'm the first female Director of a Federal Agency. That's something to be proud of," Jenny said beaming satisfaction, "plus I'm happy. I love work, which is good because there's a lot of it. Plus I'm just not the relationship type," Jenny shrugged, "let alone the girlfriend type." She leant back in her chair. They were seated in a garden away from the hustle and bustle of the inside. They were only lit by the orange light that seeped through the just cracked open window and the full moon. They were completely alone.

"So, what type are you," Gibbs asked, curious.

"I think I'm a bit of the user type to be honest," Jenny laughed.

"I'd believe that," Gibbs said. Jenny laughed, they had both had way too much to drink, and it was starting to show.

"You don't mind being used do you?" Jenny whispered becoming serious.

"Not when you are the user," Gibbs stated meeting her hushed tone.

"Why is it that I always feel so bad about using you," Jenny sighed leaning forward and cupping her face in her hands.

"Because you can't go back after you've had the best," he smirked, making Jenny burst into laughter.

She wiped a joyful tear away from her eye, "I think you might be on to something," she whispered, "Y..." Jenny started but Gibbs quickly lent over and covered her mouth with his hands.

"I don't really need the self-esteem boost either," he chuckled. They sat in silence letting the air become slightly cooler.

"What happens now?" Jenny asked shivering. Gibbs stood up walking over to where she was sitting, taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"You ask me back to your house, I leave some money on the table and we leave," Gibbs said, still standing behind her with her hands around his shoulders.

"I think we've already done that," Jenny snickered.

"If you don't have any regrets, then what's the harm in doing it again," he said leaning over to whisper into her ear.

Nothing was said, she just nodded and Gibbs took whatever cash was in his pocket and placed it on the table. He wrapped his hands and they left for her home.

It wasn't the end, and they were both too old to call it the begging. It was somewhere in the middle were they always seemed to meet.