A/N: Here is the next chapter. This fic is completely written, and the next chapter shall be posted next Thursday/Friday. Thanks to: left my heart in Paris and Candy77 for the only two reviews that I received for the previous chapter, so this is for them. Thank you!

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Chapter Two:

Jenny was silent on the way to her Georgetown mansion.

"Same as always," Jethro whispered when Jenny let him in.

"I like it the way it is. The way my father left it."

Jethro nodded and noticed a sad spark in her eyes. "I'll let you go to bed and rest. I'll settle myself into the spare room."

"Okay," she whispered and started up the stairs to her room slowly.

Jethro followed a few moments later after locking the door. A marine had already cleared the house a few minutes before and he was grateful of that, so Jenny could go right to sleep and not have to wait for him to check the house, it didn't stop him though.

Up in the master bedroom, Jenny was curled up on top of the bed picking through the hefty photo album. The Eiffel tower and the names 'Jethro and Jenny' were etched in silver and gold on the black leather cover. It was crammed full with the photos of their time together undercover as a married couple. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she read what was written under each photo in her handwriting. Under some, Jethro had written something or he had snuck in a photo as she slept and had written underneath. Oh, how she whished she could go back in time and not have left Jethro at the airport with a Dear John letter to explain where she had gone. She softly closed the heavy book and placed it on the bedside table gently so she could lay under the duvet and cry as memories flooded her mind. Jethro walked past her door on his way to the bathroom, he halted when he heard sobbing. He knocked gently and waited for her soft "enter" before opening the door and going to sit next to her. She was perched on the edge of the queen size bed with a tissue in one hand while she ran the fingers of her other hand over a photo of the two of them kissing under some mistletoe, both she and Jethro had written under it in the book. She smiled when she heard Jethro sigh.

"That was the best Christmas I had since Shannon and Kelly."

Jenny nodded. "We were both sober that Christmas."

Jethro chuckled before gently turning her head to look at him. "What's wrong, love?"

"Don't call me that, Jethro. We're not lovers any more."

"Speak to me, Jen. I don't like seeing you like this."

Jenny took a deep breath. "I was thinking of Paris and how perfect it was for us. I was married to you even if it wasn't real. I want nothing more than to turn the clocks back and stay with you at the airport. Perhaps then you would still love me." She stood and headed to the window. She wrapped her arms around herself and her shoulders shook. Slowly, Jethro walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"Don't cry over that Jen. I still love you. I never stopped."

Jenny leaned back before turning around. "I'm going to go to sleep now Jethro," she whispered weakly.

"I'll leave the door cracked, shout if you need me."

Jenny nodded. "Good night Jethro."

"Night Jen." He placed a gentle kiss to her forehead before leaving for the guest room for the night.

Jenny climbed beneath the sheets and cried herself to sleep. Jethro lay in bed awake reading a book that jenny had brought him in Russia, a few months before their Paris op. Eventually, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with memories of Paris.

A shrill scream echoed through the house. Jethro jumped from the bed, gun in hand and headed straight to Jenny's room. He saw her thrashing wildly on the bed and quickly put his gun on the bedside table before sitting on the bed and pulling a now awake and crying Jenny into his arms.

"Jethro?" her voice was fragile and almost pleading.

"Shh, I'm here Jen. I'm here," he whispered to her.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," she whispered a few minutes later after she had calmed her emotions down.

"Don't apologise."

"I know, it's a sign of weakness," Jenny chuckled. "You're broken that one Jethro."

"Only ever with you."

Jenny smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, only to snap them back open a moment later.

"Want to talk about it?"

Jenny shook her head. "Don't you ever die Jethro. Don't ever do something stupid and get yourself shot." A few fresh tears slipped down her cheeks.

"I promise Jen." He kissed her crown. "Is that what you dreamt of?"

Jenny nodded and tightened her grip on him. "Stay here Jethro. Hold me."

"I'll stay Jen. I'm not going to leave, I promise."

Jenny looked up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Jethro nodded and lay down under the duvet with her. "I'm right here. Sleep."

Jenny put her head on his chest and an arm over his stomach. Jethro held her tightly to him as he used to in Paris. He watched her for a while before closing his eyes and joining her in sleep.

To Be Continued ...