Chapter 4

Gibbs was in his basement, working on his boat, with a cup of coffee at his side. The last few weeks had been stressful, with DiNozzo working undercover, discussions with Jenny and the whole La Grenouille's thing. Thinking of Jenny hurt. Not so much as thinking of Shannon and Kelly, but still it was painful because he still cared a lot about her. She had changed since she started hunting La Grenouille, but he didn't want to admit that he'd felt the same way when Hernandez killed his family because he was out of control.

He heard the sound of footsteps in high heels descending the stairs, but he didn't divert his attention from the boat because he knew who it was. It was three in the morning. Gibbs pointed to the cup of coffee on the table and kept sawing the wood. He heard steps in the direction that he pointed, and for a while the only sounds in the basement were the noise of him working on the wood and she drinking coffee.

Then she put the cup aside and hugged Gibbs from behind, burying her head on his shoulder, and shaking slightly. He knew she was crying and kept with his work, without pulling her away from his back, feeling the warmth of another body pressed against his. After a while, Gibbs left his tools aside and turned to Jenny, holding her by the waist. She lifted her head, the tears drying on her cheek and smudged mascara. She laughed discouraged.

"I'm a mess, right?"

"You look decent, director." Gibbs made a motion with his head, giving a small smile as he climbed one of his hands from her waist to her face, passing his thumb under her eyes, wiping the black mascara.

"Jethro I did what I thought was right." She said seriously as he took his hand away.

"Rule 45, Jen. Clean up your own mess."

She stared at him, but he took her to one of the stools that were there. The two sat down and Gibbs noticed that she wore a red dress and unconsciously raised his hand up to her thigh, where the scar from the shot was, stroking it like he had done a few weeks ago. Jenny closed her eyes, touching her forehead to his, her breath fast.

Gibbs's fingers were delicate despite being calloused from working on the boat. He drew a circle with his fingertips there and then placed his hand there, giving a slight squeeze, causing Jenny to open her eyes and face his own which were inches away. She caressed his cheek with the back of her hand and smiled a little.

"When I said that there wouldn't be any off the job, I specified while I was focused on La Grenouille."

Gibbs stared at her for a moment, feeling her soft hand on his face and his lips were millimeters from hers.

"You know things between us won't be easy."

"I know."

"The consequences of La Grenouille, our argues and my... Past." He said, warning her and waiting for her reaction.

She closed the distance, kissing him lightly on the lips. Gibbs pulled away, leaving a few millimeters and whispering:

"But we'll be together."

"Semper fi, right?" She asked and then he kissed her this time with more passion, pulling her into his lap, his legs between her thighs, one hand holding her waist while the other ran from her hair to her back and she rested her hands on his chest, deepening the kiss .

When they parted, Gibbs helped her to get up from the stool and led her to his boat, so they could work on it together.

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