Chapter 2

Jenny Shepard was on an international flight heading to Paris. She was anxious to land. Not only because the city of Light kept several romantic memories of her and Gibbs, as well as the fact that she would be very close to capture La Grenouille. Soon after a meeting she'd had with an agency in England, Jenny managed to run from her protection detail and take a flight to Paris, where she would meet with Trent Kort, from CIA, and he would give her the necessary information. And this time, he promised that would be better than the last information he had given her.

Jenny landed and instead of going to a hotel, she went to an old apartment she and Gibbs used during a mission in Europe. No one could trace her, so she hoped. She pushed the bag to the front of the building and entered, using the stairs because it was an old building without elevator. Opening the door and seeing that everything was like 8 years ago, she smiled, going to the only room that was there and opening her suitcase. She was sorting her clothes when the phone vibrated.

"Shepard."

"Chérie." Jenny felt a shiver run through her body hearing the voice of the man from CIA. Soon she would have her information. "Write this address to meet me in an hour."

"Okay, Kort. But I hope this information will lead me somewhere this time." She said, coldly.

The man laughed, with his British accent.

"Yes, it'll. And Chérie? Don't forget to disguise yourself."

An hour later, Jenny was analyzing herself in front of the mirror, putting her makeup. She wore a Chanel black wig, a beige trench coat, with her jeans and black heels. She wouldn't be recognized if she was being watched. She hung up her phone and left, taking only the keys.

Upon arriving at the square near the Eiffel tower, she saw Trent Kort sitting on a bench holding two cups of coffee, watching the scenery. Jenny approached him and sat down, faking a smile as he kissed her on the cheek and handed her the cup of coffee, whispering:

"There are some CIA agents around here, so play your role." And then he added in a normal tone: "Chérie ."

Jenny took a sip of coffee and then, taking a deep breath, kissed Kort on the lips, acting. She reminded about the time she and Gibbs had to act with other people to convince them and for a moment, she thought about the man of blue eyes that could burn her with just one look.

It was just a peck and Jenny looked out with the corner of her eye to a tree, near them where there was a man in black, who pretended to take photos of the Eiffel Tower, but he was from CIA.

"Thank you." She said, referring to the coffee and he smirked, running his tongue on his lips and tasting her lipstick.

The two took their coffees and the man put an arm around her shoulders and Jenny leaned her head on his shoulder, her black hair falling over his shoulder.

"So, what you want to tell me about La Grenouille?" She asked quietly, pretending to admire some children who ran there.

Kort stroked her black hair as she took another sip of coffee.

"Rene Benoit is here in a meeting."

Jenny turned to him irritated, but she remembered that she was being watched and then smiled again, seductively, pulling his face to hers, her lips touching his and then getting only a few inches from him, creating a curtain with her wig around them. She then said low, to his lips:

"I already know that Kort. I want to know what will be his next move. I need to get him!"

"Calm down Chérie."

Jenny took one of her hands to his thigh, covered by jeans and squeezed him hard, smiling sly because she managed to make him surprise with her move and letting him know that she was going to get her information. Kort raised an eyebrow slightly surprised, and he lowered his lips to her neck, whispering:

"He will be in Washington in a week, to meet with some Russian weapons' dealer." He then kissed her neck, making Jenny closed her eyes in disgust, trying to focus on the information.

Kort smirked satisfied and placed another kiss on the mark he had left, as he continued:

"He'll probably be disguised because he knows that he's being hunted."

He lowered his hands to hold her waist, pulling her up on his legs and squeezing her, bringing her to him and keeping her in place, with her legs around his knee.

Jenny looked slightly to the sides, but saw that there was nobody else there in the park, unless the man in black, who now was listening to music. She then brought her hands up to his chest, leaving them there and staring at his brown eyes with her green eyes. She kissed him again and said:

"He just doesn't know who is hunting him." And she left him, giving him a triumphant smile, before readjusting her wig and she left, wanting to end that acting.

On the way to the apartment, Jenny tried to think of a plan to catch Rene Benoit in Washington. Several people were walking on the streets when she heard someone call her:

"JEN!"

She turned her face to the side and tried not to look nervous. Jethro was a few feet away from her, trying to pass by the people who were there, caring lots of bags. Jenny continued to walk ahead, now faster, hoping that he realized he had mistaken her with someone else.

When she reached the front of the apartment, Gibbs reached too and grabbed her wrist, holding it tight, making her turn to him. Gibbs was in a mix of surprise, worry and irritation.

"Jen." He said again.

"Jethro. How did you find me? Or rather saying, what are you doing here?" She asked, staring at his blue eyes, irritated, as she released her wrist from his hand.

"After your protection detail called from London saying you were gone, we tracked your credit card and phone. And as we fond no record of Jennifer Shepard in the hotels, I figured you'd be here." He gestured to the apartment.

Jenny stared at him for a few seconds, surprised that he came after her in Paris, feeling her heart beat fast for seeing that he still cared about her. She then motioned with her hand for him to follow her.

When they reached the apartment, they two drank the Bourbon that was there, silent for some time, until the bottle was empty and Jenny went to the closet, pulling out a pink robe and putting it on the bed as she took off her coat, aware that Gibbs was standing at the bedroom door, watching her, but the alcohol was blurring their minds.

She then took off her white blouse and jeans and then took off the wig, leaving her red hair falling on her shoulders and pulled the black bra, blushing.

Gibbs admired her bare back, struggling not to go to her and take her. There was no way he could deny that he didn't feel anything for her, despite the 8 years since Paris. She wore her robe and turned to him, smiling, with one eyebrow raised.

"See something you like?"

Gibbs made a motion with his head, smiling too, his mind getting fuzzy with all the bourbon.

"I don't know, Jen, tell me you." He walked toward her, staying close to her body and his hand went to her bare thigh, stroking the bullet's scar that was there. The bullet that he had taken off her in Serbia.

Jenny closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against his shoulder, her hands clutching him by the shoulders to keep her balance. Jethro kept running his fingers over the scar and raising to her covered buttocks, feeling the softness of her skin as Jenny moaned and said:

"You didn't have to follow me here. I'm fine…"

"You have a protection detail for a reason Jen. You were abducted once." He whispered, raising a hand to her face and holding it up so she would stare him. "What brought you to Paris?"

"Nostalgic, maybe." She lied, touching her lips to his and she kissed him slowly, not wanting to put La Grenouille in the middle of that.

Gibbs returned the kiss, bringing his hands to her shoulders and slipped the robe to the floor, feeling her bare and perfumed skin and massaged her breasts and she unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers trembling and Gibbs smirked in the kiss, covering her fingers with his to help her unbutton and throw the shirt in a corner. Gibbs dropped his lips to the corner of her mouth and then to her neck and he stopped there, surprised:

"Jen, what is that on your neck?"

She unconsciously touched the mark over his hand. Damn Kort!

"You know very well what it is. And my personal life is none of your business, Agent Gibbs!" Jenny snapped, pulling him back to her and kissing him again.

Jenny didn't want to tell him about Kort and her, disguised, even if it could make him think the wrong thing. She knew what her agent thought about the man from the CIA and, although she didn't like him too, that acting was necessary. She knew Gibbs wouldn't understand. All she wanted was Gibbs to kiss and make love to her. How she loved him!

Gibbs, feeling the alcohol and wanting to continue what they were doing to show his love for her, kissed her back, hard and then his lips went to her breasts, kissing one at a time and Jenny felt her face red, in anger and at the same time, in arousal, shivers running through her body. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as she massaged his chest slowly.

When Jenny looked down and he stopped nibbling her breast to stare her, she saw his eyes, though being fuzzy by the Bourbon, showing concern and the passion that he still felt for her, despite the anger. She leaned over and kissed him, showing all the passion she still felt for him and promise to avenge her father. Her life was a messy and she wanted to revive one of their Paris's nights for once because after, they may not have another opportunity.

She then unbuttoned his pants and lowering it with his underwear and touched his member gently, feeling him hard, making him moan her name while she massaged him.

Gibbs dropped his hand to her waist, slipping her black thong and stared her, brushing away a few strands of red hair from her forehead, kissing her, before catching Jenny in his arms and carried her to bed. She looked deep into his eyes:

"You know that tomorrow we'll have to forget about this, don't you?" She asked sadly, knowing she would have to wake up before him, maybe regretting of what they had done.

Gibbs sighed, touching her face and lowering to her shoulders, ribs, her thigh and then caressing her center and feeling her wet.

"I know Jen. Nothing happened."

They stared at each other for a moment before he took off his fingers and kissed them, then penetrating her and both moaned as they moved together with clasped hands and staring at each other, green eyes in the blues, until they reach the climax, saying 'I love you', even knowing they wouldn't be ablento talk baout this in he next day, the window from the bedroom opened, showing the illuminated Eiffel Tower.

...If every man says all he can,

If every man is true,

Do I believe the sky above

Is caribbean blue...