Thank you for all of your reviews! You guys are absolutely spectacular :) This is basically a Jenny and Gibbs chapter, not as much Fiona. And I moved the rating up to M because this chapter gets mature, and there will be upcoming chapters with some mature stuff. Sorry, I probably should have just started at M to be safe, but I didn't. Hope this doesn't upset anyone too much.

Jenny watched Jethro walk down her stairs and into her kitchen to help himself to more bourbon. The overwhelming want for him to stay still held her, and it not only confused her, but it frustrated her.

When she'd taken the job as Director, she'd told herself, no, she had promised herself she wouldn't let Jethro get to her. She had managed to tell him no off the job with a straight face, ignoring the brief flash of pain in his eyes, even though that night, in her room, she hadn't been able to keep a straight face. She'd held her position so far, through all the memories, and looks, and the comments.

But tonight, him, here, in such a different environment, had her resolve cracking. Seeing him in a t-shirt and jeans for the first time in over six years had her breathing slightly heavier, and being in such a casual setting wasn't exactly helping. She walked slowly towards her bedroom, taking another small sip of her bourbon.

She had meant stay like it sounded. She wanted him to stay. It was that simple. These past few months had opened wounds that she had thought had healed, if only partially, years ago. Fiona's story had backed her thoughts. Jess's life had been striped from her, and Jenny was going to put her own life back on track. Tonight gave her the opportunity, and she was going to take the plunge.

She opened the door to her bedroom, leaving it ajar and placing her bourbon on her bedside table before pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it in her hamper. She grabbed a tank shirt out of a dresser drawer and pulled it on. She turned to walk back outside and stopped when she caught sight of Jethro standing in her bedroom doorway. She blushed at first, embarrassed, knowing he'd been watching her. But the way his eyes raked her body, one he already knew so well, stopped her embarrassment, turning it to arousal. She met his intense blue gaze, saw the reflection of she was feeling, and the heat in the pit of her stomach rose, becoming uncomfortable.

Jethro had come upstairs with his bourbon, expecting Jenny to be talking with Fiona or something to that affect. He'd peeked into Fiona's room; his face softening when he saw her asleep on her bed, some music player thing connected to the headphones that were in her ears. He stepped inside, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over her, smoothing her dark hair back gently. He swallowed the memories it brought back and carefully extracted the earphones from her, glaring for a moment at the small piece of technology as he looked for an off button. After failing to find it, he set it gently on a box and glanced once more at Fiona, noting the half-smile on her face as she dreamt with a sigh. He exited the room, flicking off the light and closing the door silently behind him. He'd continued down the hall to Jenny's room, and imagine his surprise when he'd walked into her doorway to see her throwing her sweater away, her bare, pale, elegant back to him. His mind had filled in the blanks of what he couldn't see, and memories overtook him. Memories of her underneath him in a hot attic, memories of her rolling them, straddling him, throwing messy curls over her shoulder before leaning over him, memories of lazy days in bed, doing nothing but making love. His body reacted to the thoughts and the memories, and he set his bourbon down on a nearby table. He watched Jenny pull on a tank top and turn towards him, stopping when she noticed him. She flushed, her cheeks flooding red, and she met his gaze. Her eyes turned a forest green as he took a step closer, shutting the door behind him.

Jenny watched as Jethro closed the door and took a step towards her, and she took a step closer as well, closing the gap. He was barely an inch from her, his breath ghosting over her lips. God he smelled good. He still had that perfectly collaborated scent of sawdust, bourbon, and Jamaican blend coffee, and her eyes closed at the familiarity of it.

Jethro lightly traced her face with a fingertip, watching her eyes fall shut as his breath washed over her. A low moan came from the back of her throat as his finger traveled from her face to the long arch of her neck, sliding to the strap of her tank shirt. He took the strap in his fingers, playing with it gently before looking into Jenny's darkened eyes.

Jenny met his cobalt gaze, acutely aware of his fingers near her neck. She knew what came next, but was aware that he had something to say. She nodded slightly, telling him to say it.

"Jen. What did you mean when you asked me to stay?"

"I meant exactly what I said. I want you to stay here, with me, tonight, and every night. Today showed me how short life can be. I won't let my life by something I don't want. I won't let my life have you in it as just my agent. I want to come home to you; I want to spend the weekends with you. I want you to hold me in your arms; I want to be the one you think about. I want you Jethro."

Jethro listened to her short speech, watching the emotion flicker through her gaze. His eyes fell to her mouth, watching the way she bit her lip, the ruby color of the skin starting to affect him. She stood, watching him as he struggled to remain in control. The attempt was futile, and he soon closed the short distance between them.

As soon as his lips touched hers Jenny's knees became weak. She clutched his shoulders, drawing him into her so that he was pressed up against her. He kissed her hard, tangling his fingers into her thick curls as he pressed her against him, feeling her soft skin under his fingers once more.

Jenny broke the kiss after a few long minutes, her breathing uneven. She met Jethro's gaze, feeling his hot breath spill across her skin as his irregular breathing slowed. His hands drifted to the hem of her tank shirt, dragging the shirt up and carelessly throwing it away, his fingers greedily sweeping across her pale skin, caressing her hip bones and grazing the skin under the waistband of her jeans.

Jenny's head fell back with a moan as he slid his fingers under her waistband, deftly unhooking the button and slowly starting to push the denim down, exposing more and more of her soft, pale skin. Before he could completely get her jeans off, she had her slim hands at the hem of his shirt, speedily pulling it up and over his head and throwing it away, letting her hands fall to his muscular chest, fingertips tracing the planes of his abdomen. He sucked in a breath, feeling his muscles tense as she pressed her nails lightly into his stomach and graced his chest and shoulders with openmouthed kisses.

Jethro finished divesting Jenny of her pants, and she quickly worked his belt free, eagerly getting through the button on his jeans and pulling them down to reveal his cotton boxers. He lifted her up after kicking his jeans away, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, and he captured her lips under his once again. He parted her lips easily, their tongues dueling as her hands gripped his shoulders, her hair falling messily across their shoulders. He moved towards the bed, carefully falling forward, leaning over her when they hit the mattress. He lay on top of her, kissing her hungrily.

Jenny felt Jethro pressing against her, and she moaned at the contact. Jethro trailed kisses across her chest, lavishing attention on her breasts, and Jenny cried out softly when his mouth encircled her nipple, his teeth nipping her gently. Her stomach was unbearably hot, and she moaned when Jethro's mouth moved lower, his teeth scraping over her hipbone.

He grabbed a hold of her panties, drawing them down her long legs and tossing them aside. As soon as she was free, she flipped them so she was positioned on top, drawing a smirk from him. She leaned over him, gracing his chest with kisses, her tongue following her lips. She reached his navel, looking up quickly with a smirk when his muscles contracted under her touch. She took hold of his boxers, quickly relieving him of them.

She positioned herself over him, her hips directly over his. Jethro was far from being surprised by the action, and simply enjoyed the view. Jenny gasped slightly when he entered her, and Jethro gave her a moment before thrusting his hips up against hers, eliciting a cry from Jenny. Jenny took his hands and placed them on her hips, digging her fingers into his skin before placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing him, her lips demanding as she began to move her hips.

Jethro groaned, thrusting up against her, wanting more, needing more. Jenny was moving too slowly for his liking, and he gripped her arms tightly before flipping them back over. He picked up the pace, one hand above Jenny's head, the other tangled in her messy curls. He kissed her, tasting her as she came closer to the edge. Just when he could feel her coming close, he pulled away, taking in her appearance.

Her face was a soft pink he remembered from Europe, her eyes half-closed, the irises a dark green color, the pupils dilated. Her lips were swollen, and a deep red color, her teeth in her bottom lip as she held in the moans rippling through her body. Her hair was everywhere, the curls framing her face as she moved her hips in rhythm with his.

Her legs gripped him tighter as he moved even quicker; finally pushing her off of the ledge she was clinging to. She came with a soft cry, arching her body against his, and he soon followed. He rolled off of her, hitting the sheets next to Jenny and bringing her body closer to his.

She rested her head on his chest, their breathing slowing together as their bodies cooled. Jenny shivered as the cool air hit her body, and Jethro grabbed the covers, pulling them up over their bodies. Jenny snuggled in closer, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck as her legs tangled with his.

Jethro wrapped Jenny in his arms, his nose in her hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tangling a hand in her curls, the soft strands running across his palm. Jenny sighed softly, her lips curling up into a smile.

"I really hope Fiona didn't wake up within the last half an hour."

Jethro snorted, kissing her temple.

"Yeah. Otherwise, your niece is going to be even more scarred."

"That's the last thing she needs." Jenny said with a sigh. Jethro sensed the change in Jenny's emotion, and he pulled back slightly, studying her face. Her green eyes flicked up to his, a sadness in her gaze. Jethro traced her face lightly, comforting her gently.

Jenny rested her head under his chin, wrapping her arms around his, closing her eyes. Today had been long, and she was exhausted. She knew she should talk to Jethro, but she couldn't find the words at the moment. She kissed him one last time, meeting his gentle blue gaze, letting a soft smile grace her face.

"We can talk tomorrow. I promise."

Jethro nodded, kissing her forehead gently before settling back into the pillows, letting Jenny curl up against him. She sighed in contentment, letting sleep claim her.

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Fiona woke up slowly the next morning, momentarily confused as to where she was. The events of yesterday replayed in her mind, and she smiled as she pushed back the covers, getting out of the bed. She discovered her Ipod on a box, still playing, and knew that this was Gibbs' doing. She was touched that he had bothered to take the music out of her ears, even if the battery was low. She had been listening to music, and she must have dozed off. He'd even pulled a blanket over her. She was touched by his actions, if not a little confused.

She walked into her bathroom, flicking on the light. She winced when she caught sight of her hair, tangled around her shoulders. She quickly grabbed a brush and ran it through her hair, putting it up swiftly in a ponytail and walking back out into her bedroom. She grabbed a sweatshirt and headed downstairs. She wondered if Aunt Jenny was up yet, but answered her question when she heard voices in the kitchen.

Aunt Jenny was at the stove, cooking something in a big pan, and Gibbs, dressed in the same clothes as the day before, leaned against the counter next to her, a cup of coffee in his hand. Aunt Jenny was laughing at something Gibbs has said, and Gibbs had his trademark smirk on his face. They both looked up when she padded into the kitchen, smiling at her.

"Good morning Fiona. Sleep well?" Aunt Jenny asked, flipping a pancake over to cook the other side.

Fiona nodded, filling a glass with orange juice, taking a big sip.

"Morning Aunt Jenny, Gibbs. Thank goodness you can cook Aunt Jenny. Mom was more of a take-out and re-heat kind of a person."

"Jess never did have the patience to wait for food to cook. Whenever Dad left for a trip, she always ordered some form of take-out, or ate peanut butter sandwiches for a week. I never understood how she could still eat them after making them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." Aunt Jenny said, shaking her head as she glanced at the pancakes, checking their progress. Satisfied, she flipped a few onto a plate, handing them to Fiona, who accepted them gratefully.

Jenny watched her niece neatly cut the pancakes up, amazed she had the patience. She hadn't wanted to wake her this morning; it was a Saturday, and yesterday had been exhausting.

She had woken up in Jethro's arms, warm and content. Sighing, she'd pulled away, waking Jethro up as she'd left the circle of his arms. He'd looked around, bleary eyed and confused, until his gaze had settled on her, and a smile had crept on his face. He'd pulled her closer, kissing her.

Jethro had woken up this morning, his arms around a warm body, and last night had flashed before his eyes. Jenny had been sitting up, her hair tangled and tumbling around her shoulders. Her green eyes had been that soft, sage green color he remembered, and he couldn't stop himself from pulling her closer, tangling a hand in her curls and kissing her.

Jenny had pulled away after a few moments, her smile mischievous as she bit her lip. He'd raised an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

"What to you say to a long, hot shower?" Jenny had whispered seductively in his ear, her warm breath caressing his neck. He groaned quietly, kissing her neck before practically dragging her into the bathroom, locking the door swiftly behind them.

Jethro watched Jenny as she looked at Fiona, a smile on her face. She looked genuinely happy, like she had in Paris, and he smiled to himself. Jenny should look like that all the time. He'd make it his goal to see her smile like that all the time.

He moved closer to her, a hand coming to rest gently on her lower back, drawing her attention to him. She turned her head towards him, her eyes flicking up to his face. He smiled at her, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear before tracing a finger down her cheek. She turned her face into his hand, sighing quietly.

"I have to go home Jen. I'd really rather not wear the same clothes two days in a row. I'll be right back." he said, reassuring her when her face clouded over as he spoke.

"No, it isn't that. Jethro…just bring clothes for a few days. That way, you don't have to go back and forth between our houses." Jenny said with a shrug, shyly meeting his gaze. He looked back, searching her green eyes for any hesitation or question. He simply saw her honest want for him to stay.

"Jenny, are you sure?"

"I let six years pass me by, Jethro. I won't let another day slip away."

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Three hours later, Fiona, Jenny, and Jethro were in her living room, Jenny and Jethro cuddled together on the couch, Fiona lounging on a chair close-by, book in hand.

Jenny had a case file she was looking over while Jethro played with a strand of her hair, winding it and un-winding it around his finger. He pressed a kiss into her hair every so often, causing Jenny to look up at him and smile.

Fiona watched them, smiling to herself. They looked happy, and it made Fiona feel happy. She marked her page in her book and set it aside before catching her aunt's attention.

"What's the story behind you two?" she asked, her curiosity too much to control.

Aunt Jenny looked up at Gibbs, a smile softening her face as she gazed into his blue eyes. She turned back after a few moments, her green eyes bright.

"Let's just say that the best love stories are the ones that never end."

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