Don't Dream It's Over
Chapter Two

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"Do you have any plans for this afternoon?" Jenny asked once the waitress had taken away their empty plates.

Gibbs shrugged. "That's what I love about it here, you don't have to make plans and there's nobody waiting for a result at the end of the day." He saw Jenny opening her mouth to protest so he changed tact a little. "Not that I mind working for you of course." He rectified. "But I'm enjoying the freedom."

Jenny nodded her understanding. "I can see where you're coming from." She agreed. "It's beautiful here and the weather is glorious, much better than back in Virginia."

"Are you glad you came then?" Gibbs asked.

Jenny smiled. "Yes, yes I am."

"That's good to hear." Gibbs smiled, there was no hiding that he was pleased she was there. "So, do you have any plans for this afternoon yourself?"

Jenny shook her head. "No. When I came out here my only thought was to make sure that you were okay, I hadn't thought any further than that." She confessed.

"Do you fancy helping me with the boat?" He asked. "Or would you be bored?"

"No, I'd love to." Jenny said and Gibbs signalled the waitress over again and asked for the bill.

"I insist." Gibbs said, sensing Jenny's hand moving towards her bag before she had even noticed he was watching her.

"Special Agent Gibbs is still in there then?" She joked, smiling as the waitress brought Gibbs his change.

They left the restaurant and walked along the sand, Jenny listening as Gibbs pointed out some of his favourite places. They slipped off their shoes and walked along beside the water's edge. The sea lapped around their angles as they walked, carrying their shoes in their hands. They occasionally engaged in conversation but they were both more than happy to walk along in silence, enjoying the beautiful surroundings and being in each other's company again.

"How long are you out here for?" Gibbs asked, bending to pick up a flat stone and skimming it over the waves.

Jenny watched, pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes. "I haven't booked a return flight yet." She confessed. "I needed a break myself. Things have been pretty hectic recently."

Gibbs nodded. "I'll second that." He agreed. They walked on a bit further in silence, both lost in their own individual trains of thought.

"So, are you going to show me this boat or not?" Jenny finally asked.

Gibbs smiled, pleased that she was at least trying to show an interest in one of his greatest passions. He lead her back up the beach, the soft, fine sand sticking to their wet feet and ankles.

"She is beautiful." Jenny agreed when she set eyes on Gibbs' masterpiece.

Gibbs wasn't looking at the boat, he was looking at the woman in front of him. "She is." He agreed.

Jenny helped Gibbs to work on the boat for a few hours that afternoon but by early evening they had decided to finish for the day and were sat on the sand drinking from ice cold bottles of beer.

"I've missed this." Jenny said, concentrating on making a well in the sand to stand her bottle in.

Gibbs nodded thoughtfully as he took a sip from his own bottle.

"We never get the chance to do normal things together like..." She paused, wondering how to continue. "Like friends."

Gibbs nodded again, not quite trusting himself to speak. He wondered why it hurt so much to hear Jen refer to them as 'just friends.'

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing that he was being less than forthcoming in the conversation.

"Yeah." He replied, staring out to sea. "Do you ever think about us...about what could have been?"

Jenny smiled wistfully, also staring into the horizon. "Honestly?" Gibbs gave a slight nod. "All the time but that was years ago Jethro, we're colleagues now."

"Not now." Gibbs pointed out.

Jenny narrowed her eyes. "You know what I mean." She said, slapping him lightly on the forearm.

"Did you ever love me?" Gibbs asked, still not making eye contact but still leaving Jenny surprised.

"Jethro, where is all this coming from?" She faltered. She was still confused as to her feelings for him and she knew she wasn't ready to disclose them yet.

"I need to try and remember. I remember almost everything about you and me in Paris but I can't remember how it felt. I need to feel again."

Jenny took the beer bottle from his hand and placed it next to her's in the sand. Then she leant forward and kissed him sweetly on the lips.

"Now do you remember?"

Later that evening, after showering and washing away the remnants of the day, Jenny and Gibbs headed to one of the small coastal bars. They sat drinking wine for hours, watching the sun slowly set, the beautiful golds and pinks reflected in the clear ocean. When they weren't reminiscing over their memories of Paris they were staring out over the beautiful scenery outside. Jenny felt herself begin to relax for the first time in ages, all the tension that had built to a climax when Gibbs was injured was beginning to disappear. Being with him always had some remarkable effect over her an this stunning location only helped her to relax further. The troubles and problems of being an NCIS Director seemed a lifetime away and for now she was happy to keep it that way. She knew eventually that she would have to go back to Virginia where she was needed but right now she preferred to be somewhere where she was wanted.

Jenny covered her mouth with her hand as she yawned. Gibbs smiled across at her.

"Is my company really that awful, Jen?" He asked.

Jenny looked embarassed although she knew he was only joking. "Of course not, Jethro. I'm just really tired, I think it must be the jet lag."

Gibbs nodded. "I won't be offended if you want to get back to your hotel."

"Only if you're sure you don't mind..."

"Jen." Gibbs said forcefully, holding her gaze. "Go and get some rest, you deserve it." He said, softening his tone.

Jenny smiled and leant over to kiss his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Gibbs nodded and watched her go, her green sundress swaying with her every movement.