Everyone dressed up for the movie, everyone dressed up for Kate. She was going into surgery today. Abby wore her hair in short pigtails, in a skull dress, decked up with a black choker, and pink lipstick. Ziva wore a red dress, with her hair loose and curly. She had very little make-up on. You could tell the Israeli didn't like to dress up. Jenny wore a green dress, and let her hair fall loose. She had make-up on, but not as much as Abby, and not as little as Ziva.

All three men wore tuxedos. Each one with a tie, except Ducky of course, who had a bow-tie.

"You sure about this?" Gibbs asked Jenny pretty quietly.

She elbowed him, but not painfully. "I don't need a baby-sitter Jethro, I'm a big girl now"

She smiled and he smirked. Even though they didn't realize it the whole team seemed to smile because of what a cute couple they would make.

"Like your dress Ziva" Tony said winking.

Ziva got very close and whispered in his ear. "Perfect dress for no one to notice your blood stains, don't you think?" He looked at the dress again realizing it was kind of the color of blood. He gulped.

They got tickets and went inside. But only half way through the movie he could see the uneasy look on her face. She didn't say anything, and when they met eyes she looked away. One time she mouthed 'I'm fine' to him. He didn't believe her one bit but he looked away when Ziva spotted him staring at Jenny, and she began to worry herself.

And then there it was. The moment all three of them were afraid to see. It was a small make-out scene, however they worried. Jenny stood up and quickly left the theater. Abby flashed a look at Gibbs. Ziva stood up. "I got it" Gibbs said. A man in front of them turned around and told them to shut up. Abby slapped the back of his head.

Rushing out of the theater Gibbs looked around for Jenny. But she was gone. He saw a young girl maybe three or four. It was a leap of faith that she saw Jenny, but little kids seem to notice things. He leaned over towards her.

"You seen a red-head 'round here?" he asked.

She smiled. "Me saw red in green dress. Santa Claus color!" she said.

Red head in green dress. That had to be Jenny. "Yeah? Where'd she go?"

"Potty" the girl said.

Bathroom. Got it. "Thank-you"

Without another word she ran off somewhere. So did he.

He could smell it as soon as he came into the room. The pure smell of vomit. He walked in the stall she didn't close and helped her pull her hair back. Both of her hands her around the rim of the toilet as she threw up again.

She threw up one last time before flushing the toilet. She went over to the sink and jumped at her own reflection. She looked a mess. Her make up was all over her face, her mouth crusted with vomit. She turned on the sink and gulped down a cup of water. Then she washed her face leaving no trail of vomit or make up.

Looking at him she froze, tears coming to her eyes. "Dammit" she cursed quickly wiping them away. "All I wanted was to watch a damn movie and I-" she said her voice choking her off. "I am never going to be normal again am I?" She asked finally.

He looked at her hard. "You are goin to fast Jen"

She didn't speak but she gave him a look that spoke volumes. She didn't think she was going too fast. In fact she thought the process was going way to slow. A movie wasn't supposed to cause you to throw up.


Later that evening...

They sat on the couch apart from each other watching what seemed like the news. Jenny was drinking some drink and he was drinking bourbon. With a flash the TV was off and she was staring at him.

At first her eyes showed what seemed like fear or sadness. But then they filled with something he hadn't seen in a very long time. At least something he hadn't seen from her in a long time. The look was full of hope.

Desire.

Want.

Hunger.

But instead of giving in to this look he got up and helped her up. He walked behind her but didn't get far as she turned around. Quickly she put her hands around his neck pulling their lips closer. Their tongues competing for control. For a minute he forgot what happened to her and what he was about to do. He wasn't even sure what he was doing.

Then he saw it. The empty alcohol bottle sitting on the counter. The reason she was acting like this was because she was super drunk. "Jen" he mumbled pushing her lightly, but she only came back harder on him. He knew what he had to do, and he really didn't want to do it. He grabbed her wrist really hard and his attempt worked. Her mind flew back to being tied up on the bed.

Eventually she was in bed asleep, leaving a very confused, concerned, Jethro Gibbs sitting on the couch.

A/N: I am so sorry for such the long wait. A little more jibbs in there, which is pretty good. I'm pretty proud of this chapter as a whole, just cuz the subject of rape isn't easy to address. I recently read a story called "Blackmail and Fortune Cookies" on here by Princess-Rachy. Let me just say it's hilarious. Read it if you haven't and if you are a fan of Mcabby and Tate (there is no jibbs sadly but the story will have you on the floor) 3 reviews for the next one. Let me know what you think! 143!

-Sasha