Author's Note: So I just have to say I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates recently. I was finishing Something You Should Know, and I was pressed for time with school, and I'm job-hunting, and life is really, really hectic for a sophomore in high school. So, I hope you guys like this chapter, and please review.

Author's Note 2: I epically fail at writing angst. Really. I tried in here, a little, but I'm not good at it. So, it will mostly be their banter, similar to on the show. I tried, and found that angst is simply not my forte.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately

Gibbs sat in the hospital bed, bored out of his mind.

The hospital really had no form of entertainment, at least not his kind of entertainment anyway. The room didn't have space for a boat, and even if it did, his shoulder was killing him. The painkillers were nice and everything, but the dull throb from his left side still hurt, and he wasn't even going to be allowed to drink his bourbon. Jen had already warned him that there would be no bending of that rule, and that he should just be glad that coffee was allowed.

He still couldn't believe that he'd be staying with Jenny for the next month. They were friends again yes, but he felt like some form of a boundary had been overstepped in the set-up. How was he going to be able to handle seeing her when she'd just woken up, or after a shower, after all these years? He shook his head, trying to clear the images from his head so that a certain part of his anatomy wouldn't act up.

He heard her before he saw her.

Her heels clicking on the linoleum flooring as she came into his room, she looked slightly surprised that he was awake. Her fiery hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, and her bangs kept falling into her eyes. Should he still feel that almost irresistible urge to tenderly brush the hair away, to let his fingers linger on her soft skin? Stop it, Gibbs, she isn't yours! He thought, reprimanding himself.

"I thought you were asleep Jethro. I got coffee, but no, you cannot have any. I need it more than you do, believe me."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe, Jen." Gibbs replied, his face slightly amused.

"Really? Did you have to write a report on your senior field agent's shooting, interrogate two bastards that shot at your people, and have an hour long conference with the Secretary of the Navy with almost no sleep?" When Gibbs sheepishly shook his head, Jen nodded in triumph. "I didn't think so."

"Jen, when can I leave?" Gibbs whined, his blue eyes pleading with her. Jen almost fell for it, except for the amusement she was oh-so familiar with lingering in the back of his gaze.

"When Dr. Gefland tells me you can. Patience is a virtue, Jethro."

"Yeah, I don't follow those. Isn't lust one too, Jen?" Gibbs said, an eyebrow shooting up, an unreadable emotion flickering across his face.

"Those would be the seven deadly sins Jethro. You would be familiar with those." Jen replied, muttering the last part under her breath.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that last part. My hearing is going with my age." Gibbs said, cupping a hand behind his ear and tilting it jokingly towards her.

"Oh, I don't think your age affects anything." Jen teased quietly, her gaze reflecting her meaning.

Gibbs merely raised an eyebrow, his eyes speaking for him. They sat in a comfortable silence, Jen sipping her coffee, Gibbs resting his head on the pillow, his shoulder throbbing.

They both looked up when a knock was heard on the door, signaling someone's arrival. Dr. Todd Gefland stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand.

"Please tell me I'm free to leave this place." Gibbs said as he sat up, mindful of his injury.

"Well, test results are in. You should be free to leave tomorrow morning. We just want you here one more night for observation, and then you are free to leave." Dr. Gefland said, smiling at Gibbs. He turned to Jenny, smiling warmly at her. "I hope you'll be able to handle him for the next couple of weeks, Jenny."

"I've done it before Todd. Thanks again." Jen said, returning the smile.

After Dr. Gefland left, Jen met Gibbs' burning gaze, slightly surprised that there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. She raised a slim eyebrow, questioning him.

"Why did he call you Jenny?" Gibbs asked, restraining himself as much as possible. An inexplicable rage had filled him upon hearing him call her by name, instead of the usual 'Director Shepard' greeting. He liked the doctor, he did, but hearing him call her Jenny had instantly put him on his bad list.

Jen looked at Gibbs, and when she looked into his dark cobalt eyes, she couldn't stop the beginning stirring of arousal in the pit of her stomach. Why did he have to bring out these feelings in her? Why did he still make her feel like she was a hormonal teenager? Before the ache could become unbearable, Jen broke her gaze with him, staring behind him.

"We went out a few years ago, but it didn't work out. Todd's a nice guy, really Jethro. You can't blame him for wanting to date me with any honest evidence."

Gibbs simply glared, his blue gaze burning.

"No, whose fault is that, Jen?" he replied, emphasizing her name.

Jen's breathing stopped when his words hit her, and the initial tears of pain started to burn her eyes. She stood, controlling her emotions as best she could.

"You overstepped Jethro."

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As Gibbs watched Jen leave, his anger melted away, and he realized what a bastard he had been to her. He'd been pissed off, and the pain of her leaving and then hearing that she'd actually dated a guy after him. Not that he had any reason to be angry, considering he'd gotten married after she'd left, no matter if it had been another failure.

He leaned his head back, wanting nothing more than to take back everything he had said to Jen. Could he blame it on the painkillers swirling around in his brain? Probably not, considering he'd been lucid throughout. Damn it, why did he have to mess everything up?

Jenny walked purposely through the hospital, willing the tears to stay in. She reached a bathroom and stepped inside quickly, locking the door behind her. She sank to the floor, letting the tears overflow.

That bastard! How dare he be mad at her! How dare he! He'd gotten married after she'd left, for crying out loud! And he had the nerve to push the blame on her!

She'd thought that he'd moved on with Stephanie, so she'd decided that she could spare a few nights to go out to dinner with someone. Todd had asked her, and she'd given it a shot. The entire night she'd spent comparing Todd to Jethro, and so she'd kindly told him that while it had been a lovely evening, she didn't think she could see him again. Thankfully, he'd understood, having just come out of a nasty divorce himself, and had thanked her for being honest. Todd was a good man, but he wasn't Jethro. No one was Jethro, and that's why Jen was pulling herself together, wiping her eyes, splashing cold water on her face. Why she was making herself look like she hadn't been as affected by his words as she had. Why she was slowly walking back to his room, taking a deep breath before entering.

Because that's what you did when you loved someone.

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The following day, Jen showed up at the hospital, having returned home to change out of the previous days clothes, coffee in hand. Gibbs was going home, and Jen was prepared for a tense few days, as they got reacquainted with living together. Things were still uneasy between them; after Jen had returned to the room the air between them had been charged, neither willing to bend to the other. Gibbs had made some stupid comment that Jen had taken as his apology, and so they were back to square one.

She reached his room, her shoes for once making no noise at all, as she had sneakers on. She stepped inside, finding the bed empty. She heard the sink running, and discovered Gibbs shaving in the bathroom. She leaned against the doorway, watching him shave with steady accuracy, shaking the razor against the sink as he turned to face her.

"Morning Jen. Where are the heels?"

"In my closet. I figured sneakers are my best bet if I'm taking you home."

As Jen said the words, she realized how it sounded and closed her eyes, awaiting the comment she knew was coming.

"So that's how we're putting it now? You're 'taking me home'? I feel like I just got picked up at a bar or something?"

"You wish you were that lucky Jethro."

Gibbs simply rolled his eyes before returning to shaving. Jen smirked before walking back into the room, sipping her warm coffee, enjoying the vanilla flavor as it trickled down her throat.

She was totally unprepared when she felt an arm snake around her waist, taking the coffee from her expertly. Gibbs had a satisfied smirk on his face as he took a sip, frowning slightly before handing the cup back to her. She still tingled where his hand had brushed against her when he spoke.

"You drink girly coffee."

"Girly coffee? Jethro, just because it's vanilla does not make it 'girly.' I know it isn't Jamaican blend, but that doesn't mean it isn't coffee." Jen said, rolling her eyes at him.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever you say Jen." Gibbs said, wiping his face with a towel as he stepped back into the room. He pulled the dirty t-shirt over his head, forgetting about his shoulder, and as his groan of pain sounded Jen was by his side, untangling him and helping him sit down on the hospital bed, rubbing his uninjured shoulder comfortingly.

Gibbs' breath was coming in short gasps, and he gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles turning white. Jen winced for him, feeling the knots in his shoulder at neck, reminding herself to get him to sit still tonight at work them out.

As his breathing slowed, Gibbs became aware of Jen's small hand on his shoulder and neck, kneading into the stiff and sore muscles. He sighed reflexively, and leaned unconsciously into the massage, his head coming to rest on the top of Jen's. Her breathing hitched, and she smiled slightly.

"Do you want to go home, or not Jethro?"

"Well, will you finish when we get there?" Gibbs said, lifting his head off hers to meet her gaze.

"If you so desire me to, then yes, I can continue when we get home." Jen said, rolling her eyes at him.

"You are seriously my favorite person right now Jen." Gibbs said, sighing as he stood.

"Don't say things you don't mean Jethro."

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Hours later, Jen had Gibbs settled in, and he was slowly getting himself acquainted with her house. She'd decided to have him pick a movie, and it was certainly an adventure. Jen didn't exactly have a large collection of movies, and Gibbs wasn't exactly a movie kind of a guy.

He had finally managed to pick one however, and Jen thought of the irony in it.

He'd chosen 'A Few Good Men' the only Marine video she had.

They were on the coach, sitting semi-close, their thighs touching gently. Jen was exhausted, and wasn't expecting to make it through the entire movie. She started to drift about halfway through, and was gently snoring soon after.

Gibbs was engrossed in the movie, actually able to understand a film for once. He didn't even notice Jen had fallen asleep until her head slid on his uninjured softly, her warmth on his side. He cradled her head softly, letting her curl up on his side, simply enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

Author's End Note: I watched 'A Few Good Men' myself for the hundredth whilst writing this, and I just have to say that I love that movie, and Tom Cruise is absolutely amazing in his role. If you haven't seen it, I totally recommend it!