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Authors Note – Each Chapter will happen 3 months after the last. Thanks for all your reviews – I hope this does not disappoint. Updates may be spontaneous as I have English GCSE's, science mocks, GCSE's and re-sits as well as BTEC Art course work which my teacher wants me to get top marks in. I'll try update once a week and the same with reality strikes.

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It was 22 00 In London. Jenny Sheppard had just dismissed her team after a case which had meant none of them had gotten home in 72 hours. She was irritated, ratty and missing Jethro. It was three months since she had turned up in DC begging for his forgiveness – which he had given her. She'd gone to see Marrow the following day and told him she wanted to be back in Dc. He' looked at her and said…

"You're too gooder agent Jenny. I won't re assign you to Gibbs' team when you could be director. Stay in London or another six months, one of our older team leaders is retiring and you can have his team."

She hadn't given him an answer there and then, if she had of done it would have been no. It was Jethro who convinced her to take the 6 months. He'd told her that he would still be there when she came back. She hadn't wanted to go, she'd chosen the job over him before and it felt to her as if she were doing it again. But there she had stood as she said goodbye to him, leaving him for six months.

Now though it was hitting home. It had been three months since she'd been curled up in his arms. The case had made her realise how much she missed him, it had been a young marine who had seen his girlfriend murdered by his best friend. He'd ended up killing himself, Jenny had been there, stood like a lemon trying to talk him out of it. She'd had him blood on her when he'd shot himself, it had been on her watch, and her fault.

Jenny looked around the empty bull pen. NCIS London headquarters was a lot smaller that DC, but less close nit. Jenny's team didn't have the trust and care that her teem had had when she was with Gibbs. IT was different. She looked at her phone on the desk. She picked it up and rung the familiar number.

"Gibbs." He answered gruff as ever. She smirked.

"Hello Jethro."

"One minute." She heard him grumble something that sounded like 'coffee' to the rest of his team before her left. "Hey."

"Hey." She replied with a smile.

"You sound tired Jen, it's 10 over there, where are you?"

"Bull pen. Just closed the case, I wanted to hear your voice."

"You going soft on me?"

"No Jethro. It…it was a tough case that's all."

"Talk to me."

"We…we found a dead girl, barely 20. Civilian but when the Met found a marines prints we got it. Turned out the girl's boyfriends best friend shot her, apparently…I dunno, some load of rubbish. Anyway we told him, and then we get a call, I arrive and he's there, red eyes and had a gun. I knew he was no harm, sent everyone away so it was me and him. I got him to talk, but it wasn't enough. I was comforting him, and he blew his brains out. I was so close, I was covered in his blood…and it was all my fault. I, I should have stopped him."

"Jenny, stop beating yourself up. It was not your fault, you hear me? You did everything you could; sometimes we can't do anything to help."

"I know Jethro…I know. How are you."

"Missing you."

"I miss you too Jethro. Other than that though, you're safe right, not been shot or anything cause if you have Stan is going to pay."

"Jen I'm safe. Promise."

"Okay, okay. Jethro I've been thinking, when I come back, I want us to be a proper couple, I want to be a family. But if it hurts too much cause a Kelly then I understand, I won't push you into something you don't want."

"Every…I've always said no to any more kids, but I want them with you Jen. You're different, you understand about Shan and Kel, and that's why I love you. I want us to be a family Jenny, I us to have a family. But I want you to marry me first."

"Jethro…did you just propose?"

"Yeah Jen I did. Jenny Sheppard, this is not how it's meant to be done but when to we ever do anything right? I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me? When you come home let me make you my wife."

"Yes Jethro, yes."

Jenny cried at his words. She'd never thought she'd be given the chance to get married after she left him in Paris. But three months later he'd proposed. She was the happiest woman in the world. The rest of the phone call didn't last long. Jethro could tell Jenny was tired and she could tell he needed to get back to work. But they were in love, and that was all that mattered.

-A mistake-

Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked back into the bull pen coffee in hand. He had a smile on his face, he was happy. IT was three months until he would see his fiancé, but it didn't matter when he knew he had a lifetime ahead of her being his wife.

Stan Burly looked up from his desk at his boss. His smile did not go unnoticed but his senior field agent. "Hey Boss? Why you smiling? Not getting divorced again are you?" Stan's concern was rewarded by a head slap as Gibbs left to see Ducky. Once he had gone Stan pulled his chair up to Chris's desk. "So Probie? What do you think has made the boss so happy?"

"I don't know Burley, but it's not our business."

"Spoil sport."

Down in Autopsy Ducky was about to cut open his latest bosy for Gibbs' case whn the doors opened. "Jethro I know I am fast but I have not even started yet so it will be a while before you get your results."

"I asked Jen to marry me."

"She's in DC? I thought she had gone back to London?"

"She has. She rung and I don't know what came over me. I asked her to marry me."

"It had only been three months since she left you."

"Yeah, but, I dunno dick. I love her, more than I ever loved Diane or Ginger; I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

"Well then my dear boy, I am pleased for you, I really am."

"Thanks duck."

With that Gibbs left the older ME to do the autopsy. Gibbs was the happiest he had been in a long time as he worked on the case. The next day he went out and bought her an engagement ring, which he posted to her. Thousands of miles away in London Jenny fell asleep with a smile on her face as she counted down the days until she would see her fiancé. She would fall asleep gazing at the ring he had bought her and remembering the inscriptions on the inside of the ring:

Love, hope, dream believe, I'll always have your six – J

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