As promised, the last two parts.

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people and
I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of\

Gorgeous.

There was no other way to describe the way she looked tonight.

Some might think she looked better in red, emerald green or black, but he knew it was forest green that really suited her. It made her eyes look just a little darker and her auburn hair looked even more fiery.

He was glad she'd decided to wear that very same colour tonight. The dress she wore hugged her curves perfectly, like it was made for her. It showed some cleavage but not too much, she was still the head of a Federal Agency and she had an image to keep up.

He watched her as she worked the room, talking with other directors, their wives, marines and everyone else that was attending this shindig. He himself was part of her security detail tonight. Something he did without complaining. He loved to watch her on these nights, like she was born to do this. On these nights, he was sure they'd made the right choice making her Director of NCIS.

She felt his gaze on her and searched the room with her eyes until she found his, their eyes locked for a moment, and she smiled. Before she was pulled back into the conversation she noticed his smile too.

He felt a hand lightly on his back, without looking he knew who it was. Her breath ticked his ear as she spoke.

"You never said anything about my dress."

"I haven't decided yet." He smirked and she smiled back. One of those moments, one of those memories, something that belonged to only them. Not that either of them wanted to admit it, but they cherished these moments.

"Ah Gunny, never thought I'd see you here."

"Hank!" Gibbs and the other man shook hands. "It's been what, fifteen years?"

" Fourteen to be exact. But tell me, why are you here?"

Jethro nodded towards Jenny. "Someone ordered me."

Hank grinned. " Never thought I'd see they day Gunny listened to a woman."

Jenny interrupted "Technically I'm his boss, maybe that has something to do with it."

"Right, I heard about that. Jennifer Shepard isn't it?"

Jenny nodded. The two men quickly fell back into their conversation. Catching up on all those years.

"I'm going to get a drink, does one of you need a refill?"

Hank held up his glass which was still filled with scotch. "I'm fine thanks."

"Jethro?" He gave her a short nod, and she walked off.

At the bar, she glanced back. She'd never seem him like this, this relaxed. Of course she'd seen him around friends before, but there was something different this time. Maybe because they knew each other for such a long time, maybe because they lost the same people. She didn't know, but whatever it was, she was glad to see that side of him. It brought a certain sparkle back in his eyes. One she still found very hard to resist.

Hank walked off again, apparently he knew a lot of people in this room. She watched as Jethro made his way to her, and she couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked in his tux. Maybe she should have him on security detail more often.

She handed him his drink the brief touch of her fingers on his hand sent electric shots all the way through her body. Together, they observed the crowd, not really knowing what to say.

Longingly Jen looked at the couples that were dancing on the dance floor. All those couples, some closer together than others, but it looked like all of them were having a great time. One couple in particular caught her gaze. She didn't know who they were, but in a way they reminded her of herself and Jethro, and how they used to be.

They used to dance a lot, not just a events like this, but especially at home. Hers, his, it didn't really matter. As long as they could dance together. She really loved those moments and she still cherished them. Just thinking about them brought a smile to her face.

Jethro noticed the smile on her face and followed her gaze. In a minute, he knew what she was thinking about, and gently he took the glass out of her hand and put it back on the bar. He offered her his hand.

"Do you want to dance?"

Her eyes went from his hand back to his face. There was a certain tension on his face. Maybe he was afraid she'd say know. But for her, there was no doubt in her mind that could change her answer to this question. She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Slipping into old habits, they danced together, and with every passing note of the song their bodies seemed to be getting closer. Until there was no space left between them.

Just like old times, they swayed together, like their two bodies had become one. She rested her head on his shoulder, and felt him place a soft kiss on the side of her head. Light, barely noticeable, but just enough to make her smile again.

"By the way, you look beautiful in that dress."