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"You and Gibbs are married!" Ziva almost yelled at her best friend, ex-partner and boss, she stared at the redhead in disbelief from her desk in the bullpen.
"Yes but…" Jenny began to explain but got cut off by Tony.
"I knew it" the cocky Italian cheered "Those fights were so a cover up, was right, for once I was right, oh the money you guys owe me" he sneered at his two team mates, thinking of all the money he was going to collect from all the Jenny and Gibbs together pools.
"It's not what…." The redhead tried once again to interrupt but the team just kept on talking and she was beginning to lose her patience.
Tim shook his head and began to fish threw his wallet for the twenty bucks he owed Tony "Here" He huffed getting up from his chair and walking over to Tony who happily snatched the money from the probies grasp. Once back to his desk he pulled out his phone "I'd better tell Abby that I have to buy her a lobster dinner" he sighed, another bet that he'd lost.
"Stop now!" Jenny yelled making Tim put his phone down, interrupting Tony's victory dance that he was doing in his head and Ziva's head to snap up from where she was fishing the money she owed Tony out of her purse. They all looked at her.
"He doesn't remember or know that we are married" Jenny told them all solemnly, she could practically hear them asking the question 'uh why', so she answered for them. "We got married before the he was in the explosion on the ship and lost his memory, unfortunately he never got that memory back or any memory in fact of our last relationship" she said looking down at her black stiletto shoes, feeling embarrassed.
"So the arguments lately…." Ziva trailed off.
The redhead turned to her "They were me getting frustrated that he doesn't remember and well, I don't know why he's angry at me" she shrugged, "We need to find him" she told them.
"What do you know about La Grenouille?" Tim asked her, at that moment Jenny looked at the three people around her and knew she wasn't in this alone, they would find Gibbs together and they would do whatever it takes to get him home safe and sound.
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Gibbs' eyes hurt, he wanted to sleep but he couldn't, he wouldn't. His mind still whizzed at a hundred times a minute, one he was trying to figure out a way to get out of this place, wherever it was he was being kept and two, he was trying to figure out who the hell is 'wife' was.
He was married. Nope he would remember something like that wouldn't he? Yeah he would, he wasn't that type of guy, there must another Leroy Jethro Gibbs out there that they were after not him.
Okay he mentally head slapped himself for thinking that, there probably wasn't another Leroy Jethro Gibbs out there somewhere. Who would he have married though? Ziva, Abby, nope both those ideas made him feel a little sick, he thought of them as daughters and nothing more, Hollis, nah she wouldn't have moved away plus she was blond, a redhead hmmmm, that's when it hit him Jenny, then he almost laughed, no way in hell, she hated his guts and the fights were enough to prove that, he couldn't stand her bossing him at work let alone at home.
The large metal door opened as it had done merely two hours ago, the squeak it made sent pain straight to his head, the frog walked in again, followed by his band of merry men.
The arms dealer stood in front of Gibbs, this time he smelt of tobacco and alcohol, obviously having had a lunch break before coming back to question him further "So Mr Gibbs your memory any better on who your wife is?" he asked him, his French accent still as thick as ever and his breath reeked of cheap cigarettes and alcohol.
"Not very talkative eh" he asked gently tapping Gibbs' face to get his attention. Still Gibbs kept his mouth shut "We can change that" he chuckled almost evilly before motioning to the men behind him.
Gibbs was then struck on the leg with a metal pipe making him cry out in pain as his leg bent the other way, the wrong way, he wouldn't be leaving there anytime soon. He was then hit in the back of the head with the same pipe.
"You going to talk now?" The frog asked Gibbs.
"What do you want to know?" Gibbs asked him through gritted teeth as he slumped forward in the chair and looked down at the floor, a mixture of blood and saliva dripping from his mouth.
The Frog stepped forward and pulled Gibbs' head back by his hair, making him look at him, his dark brown eyes meeting Gibbs' eyes, Gibbs saw that the man had no soul, his eyes were just empty black holes , no emotion, no remorse, no morals.
The French man lowered his mouth to Gibbs' ear "Why is your wife looking into me?" He asked his French accent sending a shiver down Gibbs' spine, his voice icily cold and dripping with venom.
"I don't know" Gibbs told him truthfully, if he didn't even remember his wife how was he expected to know why she was looking into Rene Benoit and his organisation.
Before the older man could reply to his kidnapped victim, the shrill cry of his mobile phone rang through the empty shell of a room they were in. "Bonjour" Benoit flipped open his phone and turned away, walking out of the door.
One of the arms dealers hit Gibbs again in the side of the head , then they followed their boss out and slammed the door.
Gibbs' vision began to blur, his hearing began to go, he felt himself loosing consciousness, his eyes slowly closed and a memory began to wash over him.
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Gibbs ran a tiered hand down his face, he was alone in the bullpen late on a Friday night, having solved the case of a serial killer going after exotic women which led to Ziva having to go undercover and was almost killed, but she was fine having escaped with only some minor scratched and bruises. Tony had taken her home.
He didn't like coming to close to losing any member of his team, they were his friends, his family. He hated to think that he would lose them because of something he did and had told them to do.
"You okay?" Gibbs looked up to find no other than Jenny leaning against Ziva's desk which just so happened to also be her old desk, she wore a black pencil skirt that stopped just above her knee, showing off her legs perfectly, the top two buttons of the crisp white blouse she wore popped open showing a little more skin than deemed appropriate during working hours, her red hair tied up in a messy bun, wisps falling out and framing her face.
"M' fine" Gibbs told her with a shrug of his shoulders, he didn't really want to talk to her, things were still a little awkward since she'd come back and this time as his boss.
"Really?" Jenny asked raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, folding her arms across her chest. "Ziva told me what happened, must have been scary" She told him as she eyed him carefully trying to read him, like she used to do years ago and it unnerved him a little.
"Everyone got out fine" He told her with another shrug of his shoulders.
Jenny rolled her eyes at him, he was always the type of guy who never spoke his true feelings, he was always wrapped in layers and every time you shed one layer from him a million more would grow in their place and tougher to break. "You should go home, you've had a long couple of days" she told him.
"That an order?" Gibbs asked her with a slight smirk.
"No, but I can make it one" she told him, seeing the familiar cheeky glint in his eyes.
Gibbs shook his head as he began to stand up from his chair "I'll walk you to your car" He told her.
Jenny smiled and nodded and let him get his coat before they walked to the elevator, she took comfort in the familiarity of the feeling of his hand ghosting the small of her back as they walked, something he used to do as a sign to ward off other men.
Soon they reached Jenny's car, the redhead turned to Gibbs and lent against it "Thank you for walking me to my car Jethro" she said to him with genuine smile.
"Anytime Jen" he said after a moment, eyeing her, trying to figure out what it was that was going round in that pretty little head of hers.
"Jethro, would you like to get some dinner?" she asked him, a slight glimmer of hope shinning in her eyes.
"Are you sure that's a good idea Director?" he asked stressing her title.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders "I don't see the harm in two friends going to dinner" she told him, her green eyes shining even more.
"Who's car we gunna take?" was Gibbs' only reply.
TBC….
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