Title: Mind Reading, Love and Memories

Rating: T

Characters: Jenny, Tony, Mcgee, Ziva, Gibbs, Abby, Ducky, Palmer, Lee, Alice, Edward, James (Sorry I'm all outta names!)

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters apart from Storm, Edward and Jake. I do own the plot so no stealin! K?

3.

The day passed slowly. It seemed to take forever to track down James' next of kin. Eventually they tracked down his mother but it was so late that they decided to visit in the morning. Ziva and Tony had left on time. They had agreed to go to the bar together. Mcgee had gone down to the lab and ten minutes later he and Abby had left together. This worried Gibbs a bit but he soon realised they were good together and tried to push Rule Number Twelve to the back of his head. At five to six he slowly walked up the stairs to Jenny's office. Cynthia was not at her desk so Gibbs knocked and went straight in. Jenny was at her desk packing some documents into a black leather brief case. She smiled when she saw him.

"You made it!" she said slightly surprised.

"Would I ever make you wait?" Said Gibbs.

"Yes." Said Jenny, scowling as she remembered Paris.

"Why do you think that?" countered Gibbs as he stepped closer to her. Jenny could smell him and it reminded her of the first time they had met.

"You made we wait in Paris." Said Jenny but all the harshness had slipped from her voice and she sounded weak.

Gibbs chose to ignore her and asked her, "Good day?"

"No." said Jenny, sighing as she remembered a tedious, boring day in MTAC arguing with the head of the FBI. "Stupid FBI."

"They are stupid." Said Gibbs, "Just don't tell Fornell I said that."

Jenny smiled and slipped a hand round his waist and glanced up at him.

"Where do you want to go eat?" she said smiling flirtatiously. "No Chinese take-out!"

Gibbs sighed, "That was my first option."

"Sandwich?" said Jenny, "I know a good sandwich bar."

"Good idea." Said Gibbs. "When do you want to eat?"

"Later." Said Jenny, "I have some documents to sign."

"Working, Working, always working Jen." Said Gibbs, smiling at some fond memories of her. He swung her round and lowered her onto the couch.

"Jethro!" Protested Jenny but leaned in to kiss him anyway. She felt his hands snake around her waist. She wriggled trying to break free but eventually gave up. She undid his top button. He returned the favour but undid all the buttons, revealing her pink lace bra. He looked at it.

"Snazzy colour." He said, "I thought you didn't like pink."

"Run out of bras. I'm behind on my laundry. Anyway, I don't expect most guys to be looking at what colour my bra is!" He kissed her again and it reminded her of the first time they had kissed outside of the cake shop in Paris. She undid more of his shirt buttons and felt him shift his weight so he was more on top of her. He slid his jaw down her neck. She didn't move because she was afraid of spoiling the moment. She wrapped her arms round his waist. She felt him move his hands up and down her stomach. For some reason it gave her goose bumps.

She remembered Paris and sentences and images flashed through her head. Images of them together. The image of her by his side in hospital when he was in a coma. What he said when he saw her, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." And "So we're picking up where we left off." And "This isn't Paris, Jen." It took him so long to get over Shannon. Would it take him that long to get over her when she was gone? She knew she was dying but couldn't tell him.

She let herself relax and the kissing intensified. It was just getting good when the door opened.

"Crap."

Sorry about the short chapters. Please review! I'm not putting on the next chapter until I get reviews. Sorry I'm getting desperate for reviews!