Thanks for all the reviews! I hope that Jenny and Jethro's 'talk' is up to par! There's another little AU moment thrown in here, you'll understand as you read. And I'm not knocking private schools; I attend public school and I always have, so that's all I know. So please, don't bash me on it.

Fiona really didn't want to go to back to school.

The school she had been attending in London had been a generic, public high school with kids from the city, and she hadn't minded it. She'd taken the bus from the flat she and her mom were renting to the school, and done the same on the way home.

In the last few weeks of her mom's illness, she'd fallen behind on her schoolwork, as she'd spent most of her time in the hospital. Her teachers had sent her work, of course, but she hadn't exactly been focusing on how to find the area of a circle, or the heat of fusion of water. She had done most of her homework in the days before the funeral; she'd have done anything to distract herself and not think about her mom.

Aunt Jenny had given her a few schools that she could possibly go to, telling her to look them over and give her an idea of where she wanted to attend. There were three private schools, and a public school in the area. Fiona really didn't want to go to a private school, where uniforms were required and the only way you were accepted was if you had money. So, Roosevelt High School would be where Fiona would spend the next two and a half years.

She bounded down the stairs, skipping happily into the kitchen, where Aunt Jenny and Gibbs were eating some of the leftover Chinese food from last night. They both looked up when she came into the room and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water and taking a deep sip. She turned to them and smiled brightly, which they both returned.

"Did you look over the schools?"

Fiona nodded at her aunt's question, taking a seat at the table.

"Roosevelt High."

Aunt Jenny looked slightly surprised by her choice, but didn't say anything, just raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Isn't that where Tony's nephew goes?" Gibbs asked, taking Aunt Jenny's hand in his own and intertwining their fingers. "What's his name, Logan, I think it is. His sister Ashley's kid. I think he's a sophomore there."

"Now that you mention it, I think your right. Yeah, he works in the afternoons sometimes at the agency, delivering mail. He's a nice kid. I mean, Ashley's a single mom, his dad walked out on them when Logan was only two. He's smart though, and Tony brags constantly about his musical talent. He played the piano at the Christmas party last year." Aunt Jenny replied, smiling slightly.

"That was Logan?" Gibbs asked, his interest spiking slightly. Aunt Jenny nodded, and Gibbs looked impressed. "Damn good musician."

"Any chance he'd be willing to show me around?" Fiona asked, only half-joking.

"I can make him." Gibbs offered, meeting her gaze.

"There's no need to threaten him, Jethro." Aunt Jenny said, smacking him playfully. "I'll give Tony a call and ask him if Logan would be willing to be Fiona's tour guide for Monday."

"Thanks Aunt Jenny. It'll be nice to walk into a new school with someone that knows where they're going." Fiona said, sighing slightly at the prospect of going back to school. Shaking her head, she looked up at the two of them. "So, it's a Saturday night. What do you guys generally do for fun?"

Both adults looked away, Aunt Jenny biting her lip, Gibbs staring at the ceiling.

"Um, I uh, generally, um…work." Aunt Jenny said, her nose going pink. Fiona's eyebrows shot up, and her jaw dropped.

"On a Saturday night?! You don't go out, or do something?" Aunt Jenny just bit her lip harder, and Fiona took that as a no. She shook her head in mock dejection, sighing heavily. "I have so much work to do. What about you Gibbs?"

He looked at her impassively for a moment before answering.

"Work on my boat."

"You have a boat?" Fiona's interest was definitely peaked.

"Building one." Gibbs said, raising an eyebrow at her tone.

"Like, from scratch?"

"Yeah. From scratch. I even made the wood myself." Gibbs said, his tone mocking her.

"Oh, shut up, you know what I meant." Fiona said, rolling her eyes as she laughed.

"Yes, I am building a boat. At the sanding stage right now."

"I'll have to see this boat sometime, Gibbs. You've sparked my interest."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind." Gibbs said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Aunt Jenny looked at him, squeezing his fingers gently and bringing them up to her lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Fiona watched them without comment, a soft smile on her face. After a few moments, she stood, hands on her hips.

"Is there a video store around here?"

Both adults nodded, and Fiona's smile widened. She turned and was heading towards the kitchen doorway when she realized they weren't following her. She faced them again, biting her lip.

"Are you guys coming, or not?"

Aunt Jenny and Gibbs exchanged a smirk, and stood, following Fiona. Minutes later, Gibbs was behind the wheel of Aunt Jenny's car, heading in the direction of the video store. He pulled into the parking lot, parking the car and stepping out, stretching his stiff back.

Jenny walked around the front of the car, looking up at the storefront. She rarely stepped into a video store; then again she rarely had time to actually watch a movie. It was a relaxing change of pace, to be in a video store with Jethro and Fiona. Saturdays were generally her day to catch up on paperwork from the week, or to take a bath and go to bed early.

Jethro walked through the store, the bright covers of the videos blurring before his eyes. The last time he had walked through this store it had been eleven years ago. He was leaving in three days, and Kelly had begged Shannon and him to rent a movie that they could all watch together. They'd walked through the store, Shannon holding his hand, her head resting on his shoulder as Kelly ran through the aisles, her auburn hair flying around her shoulders as she came up to them, some princess movie in her hand. He closed his eyes against the memory, taking a deep breath.

Jenny watched Jethro out of the corner of her eye, saw him close his eyes and take a deep breath. She knew that Jethro wasn't all that big on public displays of affection, but she also felt that he needed her support. She walked over to him and slid her hand into his, intertwining their fingers.

Jethro felt Jenny's fingers slide into his and squeeze gently, and he opened his eyes, looking down at her. Her green eyes were soft, and filled with concern. He knew she didn't understand why he was acting like this, but he was grateful that she was there.

He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her hair and breathing her in, letting her scent chase away the memories. She leaned into him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before leading him over to where Fiona was browsing through a selection of videos.

Fiona looked up when she heard footsteps coming towards her, and smiled to herself when she caught sight of her aunt and Gibbs holding hands. She stood, clutching two videos in her hand, and met Aunt Jenny and Gibbs. They looked at the movies in her hands, and both raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Pick anything good?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, I have a horror movie, and a romantic comedy."

At the words romantic comedy, Gibbs' face darkened, and Aunt Jenny laughed, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Calm down Gibbs. The romantic movie is for Aunt Jenny and me. I picked the horror movie for you. Ever seen 'The Invasion'?"

"I don't generally watch movies, Fiona. Technology isn't my thing."

"Well, then you'll like this one. And Aunt Jenny, I picked out 'Definitely, Maybe' for us to watch. My friends said that it was really cute. I think we'll like it."

"Sounds good Fiona. Ready to check-out?"

Fiona nodded, and followed Aunt Jenny and Gibbs to the check-out. The acne-covered check-out boy leered at her while he scanned the movies, and Fiona simply looked at Gibbs, who glared at the boy, who instantly became flustered.

"Thank-you-for-your-business-have-a-nice-day." the red-faced teenager mumbled in a single breath, handing them the bag with the movies. Gibbs smirked, looking proud of himself, and wrapped an arm around Aunt Jenny's shoulders, pulling her into his warmth and pressing a kiss to her temple. Aunt Jenny smiled up at him, her green eyes emerald-colored with happiness.

They all got into the car, Jethro starting the car and heading in the direction of Jenny's townhouse. He drove slower than usual, thoughts rolling around in his head. Memories of Kelly and Shannon blended together with thoughts of Jenny and Fiona, and he was confused as to which ones he wanted to hold onto more. He could never forget Shannon and Kelly, not that he would ever want to. They were his family, and he'd always love them. He didn't want to think of Jenny and Fiona as replacements, because they weren't.

He still hadn't straightened out his thoughts by the time he pulled into Jenny's driveway. He could sense Jenny and Fiona watching him carefully, but he couldn't say anything, not yet at least.

He got out of the car, slamming the door slightly harder than necessary. He walked up the steps, opening the door and stepping inside. He threw the keys on the table, walking purposefully into Jenny's study and over to her drinks cabinet, grabbing a crystal tumbler and filling it with bourbon.

Jenny watched Jethro walk inside, knowing something was bothering him. She glanced at Fiona, who wore an expression of confusion mixed with worry on her face. Jenny sent her a comforting smile before getting out of the car herself, shutting the door slowly. Fiona was close behind, and when they entered the house, Jenny sent Fiona upstairs, knowing that Jethro needed her.

She walked into the study, closing the door quietly behind her. Jethro was standing by the desk, staring at the ceiling. He had a glass of bourbon in his hand, and Jenny sighed softly, knowing something was weighing on his mind.

"I guess now would be a good time for that talk."

Jethro glanced at Jenny, standing hesitantly in the doorway, not sure if he'd allow her to come near him. He opened his arms, and Jenny walked into them, resting her head on his chest. She looked up, searching his blue eyes with her green ones.

She pulled him over to the couch, sitting him down next to her, their thighs brushing. She sighed, thinking through what she had to say. She turned slightly, meeting his gaze head on.

"Jess was the only member of my family left after my father's suicide. I should have tried harder to find her. Maybe if I had had more of a will to find her, then I would have been able to spend her last year with her, or her last five years with her. Do you know what it's like to come home to your father's dead body? To have to clean up his blood, and his brains from the floor? In this very room?"

"No, Jenny, I don't. But I do know what it's like to lose everyone you care about in a second. To lose a wife and daughter while at war. To come home to an empty house that still smells like my wife's perfume and that still has toys strewn across the floor. To lose an eight year old daughter that was completely innocent. You tell me why Kelly deserved to die Jen. You tell me why my family was taken from me and I couldn't do a goddamn thing about it!" Jethro said, his voice raw with pain and emotion.

Jenny stared at him, her green eyes wide.

"Jethro…what are you talking about?" she whispered.

"My first wife, Shannon, and my eight year old daughter, Kelly, were killed eleven years ago by a drug dealer Shannon was going to testify against. An NCIS agent was on as their protective duty. He was driving them to Kelly's ballet lesson when he was shot, killing him instantly. Shannon and Kelly were killed in the crash. I was at Desert Storm when it happened. I got the news in the field." his voice was rough, and hoarse, and Jenny's eyes filled with tears as she listened. She brought a shaking hand to her face, stifling a sob.

"Oh. Oh Jethro. Why didn't you tell me?"

Jethro met Jenny's tear-filled gaze, and his heart broke a little bit. He brushed her hair from her face, wiping away the tears that kept falling.

"I didn't know how to Jen. I couldn't handle another woman trying to replace them."

"Jethro…I could never do that. They're yours, and they're your memories. I could never take those away." Jenny said, her voice only wavering slightly. She brought a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek. "I'm glad you told me."

Jethro rested his forehead against Jenny's, brushing his nose against hers softly.

"Me too." Jethro said honestly, kissing her forehead gently.

Jenny smiled weakly, her face tearstained. She wiped her eyes, slightly embarrassed to be crying. She buried her face in Jethro's chest, hiding in his collar. His hands rubbed up and down her back, comforting her in the best way he could. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pressing his nose into her hair, drinking her in.

Jenny pulled back after a few moments, her eyes slightly red and her face a little pale. She framed Jethro's face with her hands, kissing him firmly. He kissed her back, pushing one hand into her hair and letting the other fall to her waist, drawing her closer. He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, and kissed her harder, running his tongue along her bottom lip, coaxing her open. Her lips parted and her breath washed over him, his senses tingling.

She pulled away after a few moments, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed, her forehead resting against his as she slowed her heart. Jethro ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion, stroking down to her neck, ghosting over her carotid artery. Jenny's eyes opened, her irises turning a forest green color as his fingers caressed her neck.

"Fiona is upstairs, awake, you know."

"You want me to stop?" Jethro asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Did I say that?" Jenny replied, tilting her head back to give him better access. "I was simply stating a fact."

"Well, you'll just have to be quiet." Jethro said, dragging his teeth over her collarbone. Jenny moaned as his teeth moved lower, skimming the swell of her breasts.

Jethro slid his fingers to the hem of her shirt, sliding the material up and over her head, throwing it behind her and kissing her hungrily. Jenny divested him of his own shirt, her fingers tracing the planes of his abdomen. His muscles contracted under her fingers, and he groaned against her lips. He turned them, pulling Jenny underneath him on the couch.

Jethro's fingers slid under the waistband of Jenny's pants, sinking into the warm skin he revealed as he shimmied the pants off of her. His mouth lowered to her stomach, his tongue tracing circles against the taunt skin. Jenny's moaned became louder, the heat in her stomach building.

Her fingers fell to his belt, deftly undoing it and getting through the button and zipper of his jeans just as quickly. She pushed them down along with his boxers, and he kicked them off completely. His arm stroked along her side, slipping underneath her to the clasp of her bra. He drew the straps down her shoulders, kissing her fair skin. Her panties soon joined it on the floor, and Jethro kissed her, swallowing her moan as he slid into her.

Jenny clutched at Jethro's back as he began to more over her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her nails scraped at his skin as her moans rippled through her chest, and his speed increased her breathing sped up. Her mouth locked onto his, and she could feel herself coming closer to the edge. Jethro thrust in one last time, hard, and let himself get lost in the release.

He kissed her slowly, deeply, bringing her off of her high. He slipped out of her, caressing her cheek when she winced. He collapsed next to her, his arm hot and heavy lying across her stomach. They caught their breath, Jethro cuddling Jenny to his chest.

"We should probably get dressed. Fiona is most likely worried." Jenny said, turning towards him.

Jethro kissed her shoulders languidly, his hand running a circuit up her side, skimming the side of her breast and back, causing Jenny's breathing to speed up and her head to tilt back. He kissed her neck, darting his tongue out to taste her skin.

"Do we have to?"

"Yes Jethro, we do. I'd rather not spend the rest of the evening naked on the couch in my study." Jenny said, pulling away from his embrace and standing, flexing her muscles. Jethro's eyes trailed over her form, watching her bend over to pick up her bra and underwear, slipping into them and finding her shirt and pants. Unwillingly, Jethro stood as well, quickly pulling on his boxers and jeans. He found his shirt and pulled it over his head before turning back to Jenny, who was fixing her hair in the mirror.

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek, nuzzling her neck. She leaned back into the embrace, sighing quietly in contentment for a moment before pulling away and walking out of the study. Jethro followed close behind, going up the stairs.

Jenny peeked into Fiona's room, where she found her going through some more boxes. The movers had delivered the desk and the bookshelf, and Fiona was slowly getting through all of her things. Three of her boxes of books were on the shelf already, and she was getting through a box of photos.

She was placing a photo of her mom on the desk when her aunt walked in, Gibbs close behind. She smiled at the two, glad they weren't fighting. Gibbs' mood had had her concerned, but she was glad he seemed happier.

Aunt Jenny walked over to her, running a hand through her hair with a smile. She picked up a photo, smiling at a laughing toddler version of Fiona, twirling around in a yellow sundress with Jess, who was in a matching outfit.

Fiona smiled as she pulled out more photos, memories of rainy days spent with her mom in London, or birthdays at the zoo, or days at the beach filling her head. She reached the bottom of the box, and picked up the pictures, arranging them on her desk and bedside table. She turned, admiring the room and its personal touches.

Gibbs was leaning against the doorframe, a distant look on his face. It intrigued Fiona, but she wouldn't push him. Aunt Jenny turned towards Gibbs, and a look of sadness crossed her face before she stood and walked over to him, touching his arm gently. He seemed shaken from his reverie, and smiled faintly at her.

"Reminds me of Kelly, the ballerinas. She loved to dance. Her recital was the day before I left. She was a duck." Jethro said, his voice quiet, a smile playing on his face. Jenny looked up at him, a sad smile on her lips.

"I bet she was cute." Jenny said.

"She was adorable. I'll never forget how happy she was when she got off the stage. Her whole face was lit up with excitement."

Jenny couldn't say anything else, but merely squeezed Jethro's hand, letting her actions do the talking.

So…what do you guys think? Please let me know! :)