Dreams Unknown
A/N This was written by a friend and I at three in the morning so please be kind. Flame if you must but please don't do it just to be mean.
She showed up Friday same as usual walking in like she owned the place and pouring herself a mug of bourbon. Sitting down on the work bench and watching him. It had gone like this for a few months and they'd fallen into the familiar rhythm. She'd watch him work, handing him tools when necessary, but mostly she just likes being there with him. He always turned his cell phone off during these special times together. It was nice when it was just them.
But tonight she'd gotten an itty bit carried away and after the second mug of bourbon he'd noticed.
Still sanding, he said her name his voice gruff from disuse. "Jethro," was her slurred reply.
"I'm cutting you off."
"Jetho (a/n the missing 'r' is intentional)! I'm fine!" She managed to slur together. Almost as if her body wanted to disagree with her, she began to fall off the work bench. Acting quickly, he turned around and caught her, "Yeah Jen, just fine," his sarcasm was evident. "You need to go to bed Jenny."
She was very aware that, for the first time in six years, she was in his arms, and it felt right in fact it felt very right.
"Jen?"
"Huh?"
"Bed?"
"Oh," she moved to stand up but tripped right back into his arms.
"I'll carry you." Without waiting for permission he picked her up and started carrying her up the stairs.
"Gibbs I can walk." She pouted.
"Right now that's debatable."
Knowing that she wasn't going to win this fight, she decided to give in to the feeling of his arms around her and the fact that she was truly drunk.
He carried her to his room and laid her on the bed. As he turned to walk out she grabbed his wrist and gently kissed his knuckles. "Where are you going to sleep?"
"The couch is comfortable."
"You know it is your bed… and I don't mind sharing…"
He took his wrist away gently and pulled the covers out. "Jen you're drunk." His tone was gently scolding but not patronizing as he kissed her forehead in fare well. "See you in the morning."
"Jethro, I may be drunk but the drunken part of me is not controlling all of my emotions."
"Jen, tomorrow morning you'll wake up and be angry at me for staying.
"Jethro please?" then she did it, those green eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip. He was powerless.
"Fine. But that's it." He kicked off his shoes and joined her under the covers wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him, relishing in how right it felt to have her in his arms again. He's missed this feeling. It had been far too long since he's felt it. Memories or Paris filled his mind mixing with the sweetly intoxicating scent that was undeniably her.
She stirred slightly in her sleep and started mumbling. "Paris, she smiled sleepily and shifted again. He chuckled to himself softly knowing that she was feeling and thinking about the same thing he was. Suddenly her body stiffened against his, and she began whimpering. "I don't want to go." He pulled her closer lending his silent support. "I'll always love you." She whispered and her body went limp again her breathing and pulse returning to normal. And that was the first night in six years he'd felt truly whole.
