Jenny went back to work. She was not thinking about Gibbs just breaking things off with her, instead she started reading the report he just brought her. Just as she was getting into the text written in Gibbs' handwriting, her door flew open and that silver haired marine stormed in.

He was determined as he walked towards her. His eyes were full of determination and his body confirmed that. She watched him and hoped to hear the reason of this visit. Well, he gave her the idea. He walked to her, grabbed her chair and swirled it so she was facing him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers without any warning. It was angry kiss. He held her head and her hands were in air, undecided to push him away or give in the kiss. She didn't kiss him back, not even when she felt his tongue entering her mouth. She was just too surprised.

Eventually he pulled away. She looked at him, but instead of something she got his back as he walked out of her office. Once again he tried to destroy the door. She jumped as the door was violently slammed close.

She didn't know what to feel or what to think. First he comes here and breaks things off with her – fine. She'll find someone else eventually. But then he comes back and gives her a hot kiss – that's not okay. She's not a random woman he can dump and then take back. She's not even sure she wants to have something with him again. There are strong emotions of course, but then again there is the doubt, guilt and anger. Bus Jenny is not angry at him, she is more angry at herself, because she left him a long time ago, but she shouldn't have done it. Whatever, it's gone now and so his he... possibly.

Gibbs couldn't just walk away. That's why he had to go back. He needed to feel his taste again, even if it was the last time, he just needed to feel those lips again. And after that he's day will be okay with the taste of her lips on his, her scent in his nostrils and her figure in his mind. He'll be okay.

***NCIS***

The evening had arrived. Tony had left early, McGee was helping Abby cracking a code and Ziva was finishing some work. Gibbs had payed a visit to Ducky and now he was going up to get his things. Gibbs stepped into elevator. It stopped on Abby's floor and McGee came on.

"Finished ?" Gibbs asked from the younger man.

"Yep. Managed to crack the code," McGee announced and looked proud of himself.

"Get Ziva and go home. I don't wanna see either of you before tomorrow morning;" Gibbs said. His voice was neutral and rather quiet, his face was blank. He was not angry, he just wanted his team home.

McGee looked at his boss for a moment. He tried to read that unreadable poker face Gibbs was wearing.

"Okay, boss," McGee said and looked unsure of his actions, that he was about to do.

Gibbs didn't give away anything. He walked out of the elevator to his desk and sat down to finish some things.

McGee just left the elevator, talked to Ziva and in a moment they left together. Gibbs saw them talking in elevator, before the door closed and then he was all alone in there.

Slowly Gibbs shut down his computer, got his things and left NCIS building.

***NCIS***

When Gibbs reached home, he found a strange car waiting in front of his house. The next thing he noticed was the light in his bedroom. Someone was there, but he didn't know who. He wasn't expecting anyone to come over. He was alerted. He walked through his front door and then upstairs towards the bedroom. His hand fell on his side, ready to grab his SIG.

He was surprised, when a woman walked out of his bedroom with a handbag full of things. It was Jenny. Gibbs' hand fell from the gun. Why is she here ?

"Why are you here ?" he asked after a moment.

"Came to get my things. I'm leaving now," she said and walked past him.

He did nothing to stop her. He just watched her leave and he could hear his heart breaking into pieces. He felt the pain inside of him, it was getting stronger by the moment that passed.

Gibbs opened the bedroom door. It still smelled like her, but her scent was fading. He looked around and saw her things really gone. Her book from the bedside window, her bra from the chair, her panties from the floor, her change of clothes, her toothbrush and he found his shirts, socks, boxers, cologne, toothbrush and coffee mug on the chair instead. He had left them at Jenny's over some time. But now they're home.

He should be relieved. He should be happy that he is not breaking the rules anymore, but instead he felt heavy. He was confused and relieved at the same time. Gibbs changed into t-shirt and boxers she had left here and climbed into bed. It was still early, but he wanted to lie down. He hugged the pillow next to his and found that it smelled like Jenny – her intoxicating scent was all over it.

That night Gibbs fell asleep breathing in Jenny's scent and feeling down.