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"Jen," he said with a small nod,

"Gibbs there are some things I would like to talk to you about," he glanced at Jenny who glared back, daring him to exclude her, "alone" he said anyway.

"Fine," Gibbs replied and Fornell nodded toward the house. Jenny looked back at Gibbs, asking silent permission to go inside to which he nodded. She left, but not before throwing a dangerous glare at Fornell.

"What is it Tobias?"

"Will you be okay with her staying here for a while? I mean, I don't know what happened between you two but she seemed really upset and nervous when I mentioned her staying with you."

"It won't be a problem, but exactly how long are you planning on her staying?"

"We don't have that much information on who's chasing her, only that someone is and they're very good. At the least? A few weeks,"

Gibbs groaned inwardly, this would be like walking on eggshells, but still, he wouldn't like it if she were anywhere else.

"Does she have any things?"

"Oh, yes here they are," he produced a small suitcase from the back seat and walked toward the house behind Gibbs.

They found here in the hall by the door, obviously waiting for them to let her in on the conversation. Fornell was the first to speak,

"Agent Shepard, you will be staying with Gibbs," he was trying to sound assertive but was hesitant, having been the victim of her wrath before.

"Well obviously, since we've been here for 15 minutes and you have my things," she retorted and Gibbs had to smile at how nervous she made his friend.

"Right, then I'll just be going," he said, already backing up and practically ran out the door.

"I'll put your things in the guest bedroom, 'kay Jen?" he watched her stare at the floor for a moment before realizing she didn't hear him, "Jen?" he said a bit louder.

"Oh! Huh?" she snapped out of her daze,

"I'll put your stuff in the spare room, okay?" she nodded and he left, telling her to make herself at home. He returned to find her sitting at the kitchen table, fidgeting, and had to smile at her discomfort. He watched as she winced when her stomach growled and he noticed how late it was, she's probably hungry.

"When was the last time you ate Jen?" she jumped a little at the sound of his voice but composed herself quickly and opened her mouth only to find she couldn't remember, not good sign. In the end she could only shrug.

"A few days ago I guess," then cringed as another wave of hunger pains hit her.

"You need food," he stated and picked up a menu for a Chinese place down the street and the phone. He placed an order for himself as well as Jenny without hesitation (which she had to smile at) and gave them the address. He then went down to the basement and told her to call him when they came, not liking the idea of her answering the door.

In his basement he didn't work but took the time to think, they would have to talk about what had happened and what she knew about what was happening now.

Ten minutes later she called to him that the food had arrived. He paid the woman and went back to the kitchen, helping Jenny unload the food and started eating.

"Thank you Jethro," she said quietly when she had finished,

"No problem," he brushed it off, "but now we need to talk," she tensed at that, "what's going on? Fornell told me that they don't know much," she relaxed and he knew what she meant he thought, "we'll have to talk about that too, Jen, but that's tomorrow's problem. Right now I'm just concerned about you staying safe," she nodded and smiled weakly at him, a silent thanks.

"I don't think I'll be much help, I really don't know anything. I don't know who's after me or why, when they started following me, what case it's connected with if there even is one…….."

"Okay…. What do you know?"

She gave a faint smile, "that someone is trying to kill me,"

"Okay, have they attacked you before?"

"Yes, but I don't know when they did,"

"Huh?"

"I've been on some very highly classified missions connecting to a drug ring but when ever something goes wrong or we confront them they kill themselves and we never get the Intel. I only know that I was the target because one guy slipped up, he said that others were sent but didn't say who or when." She yawned.

"You should rest Jen. When was the last time you got any real sleep?"

"Haven't slept in a week," she told him, having the good grace to look embarrassed, and got up to go to bed.

Gibbs retreated to his basement to sand the boat and think, what was he going to do come tomorrow? He loved Jenny and wanted to talk to her about her decision to leave but he didn't want to push her. And what was he going to do about work? He didn't want to leave her alone but he couldn't really bring her with him when they were investigating her murder. And if he didn't show up the team would most likely call him or come here and find out about Jenny. He didn't like it, but the only option was to leave her by herself.

He didn't doubt that she could take care of herself if someone came but he didn't want her to have to defend herself. He promised himself that he would call frequently and be home early.

He had just begun sanding another beam on his boat when he heard a scream from upstairs.

He bolted up the stairs with one thought on his mind, Jenny. If those bastards got her he would never forgive himself. He was supposed to be protecting her, damnit!

He ran into the spare bedroom with his weapon drawn to find Jenny, still asleep, thrashing her head violently with nightmares. He replaced his weapon and rushed to her side, he touched her hand and she bolted straight up in bed, her eyes wide and staring straight ahead unseeingly. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air like she had been running. Gibbs sat down next to her and wrapped his arms silently around her fragile frame, pulling her close as she began sobbing into his chest. He brushed his hand through her hair and rocked her gently, whispering to her that he was here and she was safe.

After a few minutes her breathing evened and she fell asleep, still in his embrace. He went to pull away and let her rest but when he tried her grip on his shirt tightened and she whimpered, so he kicked off his shoes and moved them slowly till they were laying down her head still buried in his chest.

She might be mad in the morning but for now she needed the comfort, however unconsciously. And, though he denied it, he needed the comfort too. So he allowed himself to drift to sleep with her by his side.

How did you like it? And special thanks to aserene for her line that I used 'but that's tomorrow's problem. Right now I'm just concerned about you staying safe' and thanks to everyone who has kept with this story. Next chapter will be up soon! Trust me, I'm on my first week of vacation and have lots of time on my hands. :D