As many may notice this story has a beautiful front cover, it was drawn today by Fashiongirl97 so I want to say a huge thank you to her for being so kind and so amazing and for being a great friend to me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and I have never been to Paris so this is all from my imagination.

Chapter 3

Jenny woke a couple of hours later, leaning against something soft and warm, she naturally snuggled into it, she presumed that everything was a dream, she hadn't been left at the alter by the man whom she'd thought was the love of her life. She hadn't been betrayed by the girl that she had grown up with, someone she'd considered a sister. She thought today was now her wedding day.

She just presumed it was Andrew who she had been sleeping on, although she thought that they had agreed to spend the night before away from each other.

Lifting her head, her green eyes fluttered open, still glazed over with sleep, she was in a plane, why was she in a plane?

Then it hit her, just as a bump of turbulence shook her now fully awake, she had been left at the altar, she had been betrayed by the people she loved the most and the man that she had been laying on had been Gibbs, the perfect stranger she'd met at the airport whom she'd felt compelled to give him her spare plane ticket.

She shook her head before looking down to find that she'd be wrapped in a red blanket that she didn't remember falling asleep with.

"Hey" The redhead looked over her should to see Gibbs waking, his blue eyes cloudy with tiredness and his hair sticking up in places which make her hide a little smirk.

"Hi, I guess the blanket was your doing?" Jenny asked him.

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders before clicking his neck "Wanted you to be comfortable" he told her with a very small smile, seeing how the redheads hair was a little messy from where she had laid on it and her makeup was a little smudged.

"How long do you think it will be until we land?" Jenny asked him looking around and seeing that the other passengers in first class were also awake.

"I don't know, an hour or so I think" Gibbs told her as Jenny began to fold up the red blanket.

"Have you ever been to Paris before?" Jenny asked him stifling a yawn which in turn also made Gibbs yawn.

"No" Gibbs said with a shake of his head "I've been to Russia though" he told her making her smile, thinking how they were not the same. "Have you travelled?" he asked her, looking like the type that would travel.

Jenny shrugged her shoulders "When I was little I moved around a lot to different army bases in America, my dad was in the army" she explained "But I've not really left America" she said "How about you?" she asked getting to her feet.

Having to stand in front of Gibbs to get her bag that was in the luggage compartment above gave him the perfect view of her creamy white skin of her hips and stomach as she reached up and her t-shirt rose with her as she stretched.

She could feel his eyes on her, she wasn't really sure how she felt about it, it was good to know that she appealed to him, but he had just broken up with his wife and she'd just ended things with a man she'd been with for almost ten years.

Her light cough brought Gibbs from his staring at her, he gulped before scratching the back of his neck, Jenny grabbed her bag and then was about to go and sit back down when the plane jolted because of turbulence and sent the redhead falling into Gibbs' lap.

"Sorry for the bumpy ride there folks, don't worry it's just your usual turbulence" the captains voice came over the speaker.

Gibbs arms were wrapped around her waist instinctively while her hand rested against his chest in an attempt to steady herself. "You okay?" Gibbs asked her before taking a deep breath which meant his nostrils were full of the scent of her jasmine and vanilla perfume.

"I'm fine" Jenny replied breathlessly, her heart beating so fast in her chest, a mixture of shock from falling and the surprised that she could feel Gibbs' muscles under his t-shirt, she then sifted from his lap and into her original seat, "So" she said with a shake of her head "Have you travelled?" she asked him again, having not got an answer before.

"Yeah sort of" Gibbs told her "I served in the marines so they took me places", Jenny looked up from her bag that she began to rummage through and looked at him a little shocked at what he had just revealed to her, but then she looked at him, really looked at him and noticed the hair, short back and sides it should have been a giveaway.

"Kuwait?" she asked him, he looking a little young to have served in Vietnam.

"Yeah, desert storm" he told her and she nodded.

"So joining NCIS, was something you just fell into" the redhead observed.

"Sort of" Gibbs told her with a small smile and Jenny nodded before pulling her hair brush out of her bag and quickly brushing out the curls and putting her hair into a pony tail then she quickly added some lipstick to her lips to make her feel better.

"We are about to make out decent we would like all passengers to put their seats in their upright positions, fold up yours trays and buckled up for your own safety and the others around you" the captains voice came over the speaker.

Gibbs notice Jenny tensed like she had when the plane had taken off, so Gibbs reached out and took her hand gently and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, trying to make her relax, she just gave him a small smile, her green eyes shining.

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Hours later they stood outside the Parisian airport, rows of taxies lined up to take people to the destinations they wanted to go to.

"So" Jenny said as the couple stood awkwardly, neither sure what to do "My offer still stands, to spend a week in Paris with a stranger" she told him, trying not to sound too hopeful, "Look don't you think after what you and I have been through that we don't need to be alone, we need someone to talk to someone to stop us from drinking into oblivion?" she asked him.

Gibbs thought for a very quick moment, the intoxicating redhead did have a point, it would be nice to be able to talk to someone, to not feel so alone, "Okay" he told her with a slight nod as he slung his warn out green duffel bag over his shoulder before following her to a taxi.

He watched as she spoke to the driver in fluent flawless French, something which Gibbs felt was impressive and oddly sexy and slipped into the car next to Jenny.

Jenny looked out of the window as they drove through the city of love, all alight at night, everything sparkling and feeling so romantic, it had been just how she'd dreamed it to be and more.

Gibbs looked at the redhead and couldn't help but smile at how her eyes shined and she had a bright smile on her face, he only wished that she could have come to Paris how she'd wanted, not after being heart broken and with a guy she barely knew.

Moments later they pulled up outside a very fancy looking hotel, "Wow" Jenny smiled when she heard Gibbs mumble that one word as he set eyes on the grand hotel that her 'fiancé' had specially chosen as it was one of the best in Paris and had a great view.

"Come on" She said as she slipped out of the taxi and Gibbs followed closely behind her, he turned and paid the driver with the euros he had exchanged while waiting for the train to come in, before following her up the stairs to the hotel. "Just follow me or they'll suspect" she said linking her arm with his as they walked into the busy hotel.

"Bonjour, how can I help you?" the tall skinny French man asked from behind the desk.

"Mr and Mrs Sykes for the honeymoon suite" Jenny said with a slight giggle as she looked at Gibbs, thinking that it should have been Andrew, it should have been her honeymoon.

"Of course, congratulations, follow me" the man said coming from behind the desk and walking to the elevator and the 'happy couple' followed them.

To keep up the ruse they were a couple Gibbs wrapped an arm around Jenny's waist and pulled her closer to him, both couldn't help but feel how natural this felt, being close to one another and it freaked them out just a little.

They reached their floor and followed the little French man off of the metal box and onto the hallway and followed him to the door at the end, the receptionist pulled out a key card "Here is your suit, I hope you will be comfortable, if you want or need anything then please use the phone" he told them before leaving the couple to look around the room.

Jenny walked into the honey moon suit and was surprised at the size of the room, there was a small sitting area with a sofa smothered in cushions and a small television, to another side was a small free drinks bar, then there was a door which probably led to a bathroom and then there was the bed, the huge double bed, covered in rose petals and a bottle of champagne on the bedside cabinet and what she had wanted a boucany that looked over the city of Paris.

Gibbs watched as she dropped her suit case and handbag in the middle of the room and walked out to the boucany and went right to the edge and gripped the railings.

He left her for a moment, knowing that it must hurt, thinking of what all of this was meant to be for her, how she probably hadn't had much time to grieve, to cry about the heart break she was going through.

Jenny took a deep breath, trying to get a grip of her emotions, after a couple of moments she felt someone come up behind her.

"It's okay Jen" Gibbs told her as he came to stand beside her and she fell into his arms, not even sure why, but he was being so nice so comforting, so sweet.

She didn't cry she just closed her eyes "Why did he do it?" She asked Gibbs after a moment "Did I push him to it?" she spoke again.

"Don't think that" he said stroking away a stray tear from her cheek as his hand rested under her chin "It wasn't your fault, none of it was, he was just a jerk who didn't deserve you and its good you got to see who he really was before you married him or you'd have to go through a divorce" he said with a slight chuckle.

"Oh I'm sorry" Jenny said with a shake of her head, he was going through a divorce or at least would be soon, he understood how she felt.

"You wanna get some dinner?" he suggested.

"Yeah, with alcohol?" she asked him.

"Of course" Gibbs said with a small smile, both looking forward to drinking until they forgot or at least until it hurt just a little less.

TBC…

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