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Author's Note: Chapter seven and romance has arrived! Thank you for continuing to read and please review! :)

Disclaimer: NCIS, it's characters, profits, and properties are not mine. No copyright is intended.

Summary: Jenny, Jethro, her office, and reminders of Paris nights. ;)

Rating: T (There is some romance)

"So that takes care of all of the evidence except the DNA. And the DNA taken from the crime scene is definitely Mason's and the hair follicles Ziva collected are still running through Major Mass Spec, boss man."

"That's good work Abs." Leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek, Gibbs turns to leave. But Abby cuts her music off, runs behind Gibbs and grabs him on the shoulders to spin him around and prevent him from leaving:

"Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs Gibbs!"

Abby's lab always was an adventure, even when she had already received a Caf-Pow.

"Abs Abs Abs, what?" He turns around and waits for her to speak at her naturally eccentric pace, her hands having already fallen from his body and landing at her sides.

"Okay so the Director was at the crime scene this morning, right? That's not her. That's just not like her at all Gibbs. So I was thinking like maybe she's sick. Or maybe she's just,"
At this point Abby had begun to pace around Gibbs, obviously showing signs of worry for Jenny.
"Uh…I don't know Gibbs, but I mean, have you seen her? She's like on some kind of super diet or something because she's lost weight. Not like weight weight, but some pounds she's definitely been shredding, so ma-"

"Abby-"

"I mean, did I do something wrong? Is she not happy with my work or-"

"Abby," Putting his hands on her shoulders, she finally stops her mile-a-minute rambling and looks at him, "The Director is gonna be fine. Yes, I've seen her. You didn't do anything wrong, ok?"

"Gibbs?"

"Yeah Abs?"

"Please take care of her, okay?" Giving him a classic Abby style hug, she continues, "I really like her."

Returning the hug and telling her calmly, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it,"
He breaks their hug and lets her go, throwing these words over his shoulder as he walks out the door: "Thanks Abs."

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Jenny Shepard had been loaded down with work all day. MTAC meetings, Jethro's current case, SECNAV constantly wanting new updates about her recent budget plans, it never seemed to stop.

However, walking back to her office from MTAC, she saw Jethro getting off the elevator and soon they fell in step together:

"Ya got a second Jen?"

"I've got about five minutes, can you work with that?" She was glad to see him, and talking to him would give her a chance to get her second wind before talking to the CIA.

Now arriving at her office door and letting her enter first, he closes the door behind him, "Yeah."

Jenny sets the files she had been carrying in her hands on the conference table and turns to him, "What can I do for you Jethro? Do you need clearance for something on the case?"

Jethro sits at the conference table, so does Jenny. Being in a closer view of him, she can see he's still the man she remembered from being undercover all those years ago. Same blue eyes, same good looks, same headstrong personality. She's still nervous about letting him in, but somehow she feels that this will help them both in the long run. And if there's a chance things will get better, Jen wants to do what she can. She hates seeing Jethro in any kind of pain.

"No, not about the case. My team each individually voiced their concerns today. To me."

Sounding worried already, Jen asks: "About what?"

"You."

"Me? Why?" She had great agents and Gibbs lead a great team. But they shouldn't be worried about her, they should be worried about their own lives, their own problems. Jenny didn't ever want to be a burden to anyone, which was one of the reasons she always kept to herself about her problems. So when she hears Jethro say that Ziva, Tony, and McGee have concerns about her, Jenny's attention is definitely caught.

"They've all noticed a change in you. Wanted to know if there was anything they could do, I think Ziva's noticed the most."

Sighing, Jen speaks: "So Ducky's worried all on his own, the three amigos in the bullpen are all concerned, I know your views, anyone else I should know about?"

Gibbs only gives her a pointed look and a smirk before the light bulb clicks in her head,

"Abby too?" Chuckling slightly at the situation she's gotten herself in, this whole scenario of everyone knowing only certain detail reminds her of something, "So are they re-learning Rule Number fifteen, always work as a team?"

They look at one another and both share a genuine smile that reaches the eyes.

"Abby cares a lot Jen, and you two really clicked once you got here. They all just want the best for you."

"I know they mean well, I just don't want to take away from their work or personal lives. I mean look at all the havoc I'm causing to yours."

Jethro smirked, if Jennifer Shepard had a fatal flaw it was that she always put others before herself.

"Never had much of a social life Jen, you know that. Had a pretty great one with you, though." Thinking of back-tracking as tough he's said to much, he stopped himself. So what if he'd said too much-he meant what he said.
They were great together and it hurt like Hell when she left. He knows he should've gone after her, would if he had the chance again. And now, she was falling apart, but what Jenny didn't realize was that she had him to lean on.
The chances of her wanting him back were small to none, Jethro knew that. But he'd still say what was true when it came to them.

Jen is ecstatic at the thought that Jethro might want her back. Not wanting to lose her nerve or her chance, she thought it was about time she turned up the charm, but slowly. Not too much too fast.
"We were damn good together. And so much happier then."

Jethro takes Jen's hands in his and rubs his thumb over her knuckles and he can see the affection in her eyes once again. The same look he saw all those years ago.

"Well we did certain things that made us happier, Jen."

Jenny laughs and makes her way to her desk. Flirting with him through it all, she knows what she wants. She wants him again.
Physically, emotionally, the whole nine yards all over again. She has never stopped being attracted to Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
"I remember happier times in Paris. And Serbia. And Marseilles. The memories don't do us justice, you know. You just can't replace the real thing. "

Gibbs stands behind Jenny now, having her face the front of her desk. Arms circle around her waist, "Oh I have memories."

Turning to face him, she asks a question that shows more courage than she thought she had, "And do you think you could handle yourself if we made new memories? Hmm?"

Leaning down to her height nice and close, lips just above hers, Jethro finds those jade eyes of hers that he's longed for:

"You never wanted me to handle myself."

And then, Jennifer Shepard's world simply spun. She saw the look in Jethro's eyes as he responded to her question and before she knew it, his lips were on hers. Slowly, he kissed her as if drawing out the action in case it was one-side.

For his credit, he's hadn't lost his touch. Hell, if at all he was better than she could have ever remembered. She waited, not responding, just wanting to feel. Feel this passion again, feel this want for him again, feel that she was wanted again.

Jethro backs up slightly, removing his lips from hers. Just looking at one another, they both realize in their own way that the passion never left, had just been put on the back burner for years.

Everything else ran away from her mind and the only thing she could do was respond.
"Jethro." She whispers hungrily. Gibbs look at her eyes then to her mouth, then returning to her eyes, he nods. Their mouths find each other in a mutual attempt to keep their desire showing.

Jen had waited for this moment since the day she tore herself away from him in an attempt to make things better for herself in the future.

Feeling his hands rest just below her breasts that were already pleading for contact from his coarsen hands, that had the tendency to drive her wild, she couldn't stop kissing him. Jethro Gibbs was the last man to touch her in any romantic fashion.

That was eight years ago.

Her hands found his Marine styled hair and as they each give their lips a break, Jethro instantly moves to Jen's neck, all too pleased with himself when he hears her whimpers of desire and approval. Happy she's wearing a button-up blouse, he lets his mouth slowly, teasingly wander down to her collarbone and knew he left a mark there for her to find later.

But before Jethro could go any further, it was time for his own groan and pleasure. Rising up to reach him properly, Jen found his earlobe and made it her own. Remembering exactly what he liked, she knew she had done right when his hands rapidly ran up and down her sides before landing where her blouse met her pants.

Guiding her shirt upwards to feel his hands on her skin, Jen thought she would lose her mind right then. Losing his earlobe, she threw her head back, pulling Jethro closer to her. Putting her hands on each side of his face, she re-unites their mouths, tongues dueling for total supremacy. Gliding his hands from her front to her back, he lifts Jenny up and sets her on her desk.

A gasp of shock emerges from her throat and she naturally she wraps her legs around Jethro's waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. His mouth peppering kisses from her mouth, to her chin, then down her throat, collarbone, and settling on top of her breasts, all was going deliciously well.

Until Cynthia buzzed, that is.

"Director Shepard, the CIA is waiting for you in MTAC." Taking one hand and pressing the button, Jen responds while Jethro won't stop his kissing. Not that she minds in the slightest bit. Leaning back up to face him, or rather try to since he's kissing the side of her neck, she has to make him stop.

But she doesn't want to!

"Jethro?"

"Mmmm?" Without stopping or looking up, he logically knows that they both have to go. And he also knows that their not done talking about her health, he has to make sure she get better and stays that way. She matters.

"Jethro, I have to go, and so do you."

Now moving over to her shoulder, kissing and biting just hard enough to make her whimper. Glad he remembered the steps that made her sigh and say his name, feeling her hands go to the back of his neck loosely. He reluctantly lets go and stands up straight to look at her, "Mmm."

"Look," Putting her hand on Jethro's chest, touching him again. Feeling his intense gaze on her, she looks at him with hope and respect shining though her and filling her vision.
"I have to go back to MTAC and you have a case. When you get something, you know where to find me."

Smirking, Jethro helps her off the desk, watching as she straightened her clothes and double checked everything not realizing he was still looking at her. Catching his glance, she inquires:

"What's wrong?" Alarmed he might be regretting his previous action, she tries to read his body language. Nothing says he wants to take back what he's done, but that doesn't mean he enjoyed it either.

"Nothing." Cupping one side of her face with his hand, he continues, "Watching you get dressed again…made me think of Paris." Jenny leans into his touch, feeling slightly relieved that he's not regretful of what's just occurred.

Smiling, she speaks: "I have to admit, I've missed the live version."

Pulling her lips back to his in a strong, full, passionate kiss that continues for several moments, both pull away breathless and wanting.

Looking into her eyes, Leroy Jethro Gibbs smirks and has a comment all his own:

"Hoo-rah."

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