4x01: Short I
Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky
Can't you feel my heart beat slow
I can't let you go, want you in my life
Jenny was still at agent Gibbs's desk, looking at her picture in Serbia that she had given him in Europe and now he had returned it to her, leaving NCIS without saying goodbye. He wanted time to reflect the recent events and remember the relationship they had started. Her heart still hurt with their conversation a few hours ago, seeing the gray hair, longer than usual, by the time spent in Mexico.
"Serbia?"
"Do you remember that little farmhouse we were holed up in? A week with nothing to do but-"
"No. No, I don't, Jen. Memory is a little fuzzy on some things." Was all he'd said.
The photo showed Jenny Shepard, seven years younger, smiling in front of a farm, wearing a wool sweater. Her red hair was almost brown, falling over her shoulders. A week on a farm in Serbia with nothing to do, except to share kisses in every room that was there and make love.
Sometimes she'd be in the kitchen stirring the pot when he'd appear from behind, putting her hair behind her ear and biting it lightly, making Jenny sigh and forget what she was doing, leaning against his chest and running a hand through his arm. Or they would lay on the hay that was out there and kiss, laughing occasionally with the tickles the hay would make.
The redhead touched the tip of her hair that were now no longer peaked but short and smooth, with the fringe cast aside. Her green eyes softened in a mix of nostalgia and reverence, remembering their time in Europe, the missions where Gibbs would wrap the tip of her ponytail with his finger, saying good job or them in the bedroom with Jenny lying on her belly, showing her bare back and Gibbs besides her, running his hand through her damp hair and gently through her back making her skin flush.
Leaving aside the flashbacks, she put the picture on the envelope, thinking about letting her hair grow again, as she had always loved. Maybe with that, when Gibbs resolved to return, because she knew he would return, he would remember her and all the times they had in Europe and America, the fights, conversations and kisses?
Jenny then ran her hands through her hair, putting short strands behind her ear and smiling as she turned and climbed the stairs to her office, still thinking about the agent of blue and indecipherable eyes.
