HEY! Sorry haven't posted in awhile. Someone –cough .dinozzo cough- decided to go away and had chapter seven. 3…
WARNING. Chapter has is about a very deep subject. Causing the rating to go up.
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Jenny took in a sharp breath, the images so vivid and close. She panted softly, breaking into a cold night sweat. She thrashed a bit, crying out softly with fear, her voice shook as much as her body. "Please- stop-" She whimpered, flinching and whimpering softly once more. "Help-" She cried, clenching her fists, tears streaming down the sides of her face. In her sleep, all of it, but she didn't know. She felt something near her and instinctively pushed it away, a body, she was sure. Begging the touching to stop, sobbing now.
Gibbs woke up in a startle he turned around "Jenny- wake up your having a nightmare!" he said shaking her
"No! Don't touch me!" She cried, much louder, shoving him away and sobbing harder. "Just don't! Leave me alone!" She gasped, a level up from panting, her breaths shallow and painful, nothing but fear coursing through her entire body.
Katie jumped up, she'd been awake already, hearing her mom cry but that had set her off, making her scared. She moved to the first bed, waking up Abby and then running to wake up Tony. "Tony! Go help Mommy!" She whimpered, setting him off in an instant, he was up on his feet and out the door with his baseball bat.
He kicked the door open, flicking on the light. "Dad! What are you doing!" He yelled, making sure that Tim, Ziva, Abby and Katie all stayed back.
"Tony! For god sakes she's having a nightmare." he screamed as he shook Jenny again "Jenny-- its me; Jethro, your husband. You're safe," he said trying to wake her up. Clearly this wasn't just a normal nightmare.
Tony set his bat down, putting his arm out to the doorframe to keep everyone behind him. "Well wake her up!" He said in a harsh whisper, cringing slightly at her protests and screams of fear. It scared him. But now that he was looking he could tell she was asleep. He knew better, it would be best if his father dealt with it. He pulled the door closed, staying outside. "Go back to bed," He whispered, keeping a close eye on the door. When they all stood still, he gave Abby a look and she instantly turned and left with Katie and Tim, they all went to the small room that Katie and Abby shared. He looked down at Ziva and frowned. "Why are you still here?" He asked quietly, cringing as his mother cried out again.
Ziva cringed and ran back to her room. She was scared, she knew Jethro wasn't hurting her but she had never heard anyone scream like that from a nightmare. She ran under her blankets and hid.
"Jenny- come on, baby. Wake up. It's ok." He said shaking her again and trying so hard to get her to wake up. Clearly this was not just a normal bad dream.
She twisted trying to get away from him but let out another scream. She heard a voice, it was making the images go away, it was making the memories stop. She woke up with a start, in a cold sweat. She kept her eyes closed a few moments, continuing to cry. "Tell me it was all fake. It was just a bad dream." She sobbed softly, opening her eyes slowly. She was in a familiar room. Everything was back to the way it was before she'd fallen asleep. But the light was on. She squinted at the bright light, looking up at Jethro and turning, moving close to him. She gripped his shirt, crying into his chest and keeping close to him.
Tony heard her wake up and paused for a few moments before reluctantly making his way back to his room. What a wake-up-call on a Friday night. He sighed softly, dragging Tim from the girl's room back to his own bed. "Sleep, Tim." He ordered before walking across the room to his own bed and curling up. He wasn't going to sleep now; he was too worried about his mother. He lay there rigidly, staring at the dark window.
Gibbs put his arms around her and pulled her close reassuring her that it was just a nightmare at that it was over. "Jenny, it's alright. It's over; it was all just a dream." He was petting her hair and trying to get her to calm down. Clearly something was not right, Jenny wasn't like this when she had nightmares. "It's all over." He repeated.
She continued to sob, gripping his shirt like her very life depended on it. Her body ached everywhere, the memories were so vivid and painful. She wanted it to go away. She cried freely, which all on its own was highly unusual for her. That wasn't a nightmare; that was a night terror. She got as close to him as physically possible, slowly calming down.
He sat up a bit more, pulling her into his lap and just holding her and she sobbed. "It's ok your safe. Nothing is going to happen to you." He said as he continued to pet at her hair while she started to calm down a bit.
She finally, slowly calmed down, nuzzling his shoulder softly. "I hurt everywhere, Jethro." She whimpered softly, moving her arms up over his shoulders and snuggling closer. She sniffled a little, hugging him a little tighter.
"Jenny, what is going on? You have never had a dream like that before. For god sakes, the kids thought I was attacking you. What happened?" He asked her softly kissing and nuzzling her hair to make her feel safe.
"I… It was just a night terror..." She whimpered, wiping at her eyes. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to tell anyone. No one knew, and why should anyone now? What was done was done. She nuzzled his neck softly, snuggling even closer.
"Jenny, come on. Tell me. It's ok… you can tell me anything." He said as he continued to calm her down. He wiped at her tears and kissed her forehead.
She looked up at him, wiping at her eyes again. "What is there to tell you?" She sniffled, "It was just a nightmare... A really… bad one..." She said softly, looking down and starting to cry again. She rested one hand on her belly, weeping more softly and keeping one hand on his chest.
"Jenny… Your right eye just twitched. Talk." He ordered calmly, holding her close to make her feel safer as he continued to pet at her hair.
She broke into soft sobs again, putting her arms around his neck and moving her body close so quickly that she nearly knocked him backwards. She didn't want to tell him, she sobbed softly more. "René..." She whimpered. The memories of the dream made her entire body hurt.
He looked at her. "What?" He asked her, making her look at him as he wiped at her tears again. "Jenny please explain..." He begged
"He- René- I was so- so weak... I couldn't- couldn't stop him and I-" She sobbed again, shifting and looking away from him again. It had happened a while ago now, but it still made her feel so unfaithful and dirty. "I'm sorry Jethro I-I tried to stop hi-him." She whimpered, continuing to sob freely.
"René who's René? What happened what did he do?" he asked her holding her close whoever this guy was he was having a bad feeling about it.
She tried to get away from him; she wanted to shower. "He- I- I feel dirty, let me go." She begged, "I need to shower-" She whimpered, trying harder to get away from him.
"Jenny, no. Tell me what happened." He said. He had a feeling he knew what happened he was putting all the pieces together. "Jenny did he rape you?" He asked her, not letting her go.
She flinched at his words, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. She pulled herself away from him, stumbling off of the bed and running for the bathroom. She felt like she was going to be sick. She made it at least to the sink, but simply coughed. She couldn't throw up. She started to cry again, stumbling her way across the bathroom to turn on the shower.
He got out of bed and went to her gently grabbing her arm and turning him to her. "Jenny this is not your fault- you didn't do anything wrong." He said pulling her into his arm and not letting her go he was not hurting her but he had a tight grip on her to hold her close.
"Jethro, let me go." She sobbed, trying to pull away. "I just want to shower, I need to be clean." She cried softly knowing well that this was probably an impossible battle. He'd said the words that she'd refused to tell herself from the moment it happened. René Benoit had raped her and she'd been in complete denial of it.
"Jenny. You're not dirty." He said realizing how weird those words sounded. "Jenny, please just come back to bed and calm down." He said not letting his grip go he just wanted her to feel safe.
She leaned into him, crying harder. "I am. He makes me feel that way. He made me unfaithful." She sobbed into his chest, gripping at his shirt again. She was starting to feel safe again, but the images were burned into her memory like a brand. There were still echoes of pain all over her body.
He petted her hair and held her close. "Jenny you did nothing wrong you said it yourself you tried to stop him you couldn't and there is nothing you can say that will change that" he said. "Please- bed, now." he said.
She sobbed softly, her cried slowly but surely subsiding into soft whimpers. She wouldn't sleep again that night and she knew it. She crawled across the bed, needing to feel him close to her. She was shaking beyond her control but her crying had finally come to a stop.
He followed her and just held her to try and stop her from shaking. He was mad. No, he was furious. Who ever this René was, he was going to be sorry he ever even met Jenny. Sorry he was ever even born. He was going to make sure that he never saw daylight again that he would rot in prison.
When he lay down with her, she turned and snuggled close to him, nuzzling his shoulder softly. "I'm sorry... If I hurt you in my sleep." She whispered softly, kind of hoping he would get up and turn off the light before he fell asleep. "I'm sorry... I woke you up at all..."
"Jenny its ok you don't have to apologize I just wish you had told me sooner instead of holding it in…" He hugged her quickly and got up, turning off the light and getting back to bed.
