Don't Dream It's Over

Don't Dream It's Over

Chapter 10:

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Jenny and Gibbs finally fell into a dreamless sleep that night, their bodies intertwined as one. Despite the disturbance both of them slept well but they would both be ready if something else happened. When Gibbs awoke the next morning he found the space in the bed beside him empty but warm and as his eyes began to focus he saw Jenny standing at the end of his bedroom talking animatedly into her cell phone. Gibbs wondered who could be calling her at this time of the morning until it registered that she must be speaking to someone back in DC. When Jenny finally finished on the phone, Gibbs motioned for her to get back into bed with him, and she did, curling into his side under the duvet.

"Who was that?" He asked casually.

"DiNozzo." She answered. "I'm needed back at NCIS, Jethro."

Gibbs rubbed the small of her back with his hand. "I know." He replied. Of course he knew that Jen couldn't stay out here with him forever however desirable that sounded. Life went on and Jenny had a career that meant the world to her, and Jethro understood that.

"What did you tell him?" He asked.

Jenny sighed. "I told him I didn't know when I'll be back. I thought being the Director of NCIS was what I wanted but being here; being with you it has made me rethink all of things that were going through my mind six years ago."

"Such as?" Gibbs prompted.

Jenny sighed again. "Such as, whether I can keep putting this job before my own life. I've loved and lost so many times because I put the job first, and I thought it was worth it but now I have to make the same decision again Jethro; you or the job."

"I won't pressurise you into anything Jenny, I promise." Jethro told her, understanding the enormity of the decision she had to make. Jen had made the decision for him all of those years ago but it hadn't made things any easier for him.

"Thank you, Jethro." She replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She was grateful that Gibbs was letting her make her own decision, many of the men she had been with would not but at the same time she wished someone would tell her what to do for the best.

Later that morning after having showered and dressed, Gibbs and Jenny went for a walk to the nearest small town. Gibbs was getting low on supplies and he and Jenny wanted to make the best of the time they had left together in Mexico. They walked hand in hand, generally in silence as they took in their surroundings. This was how it should be, Jenny thought, as they walked. She didn't want to hide whatever she and Gibbs shared but she knew that if she went back to DC she would have to keep this relationship behind closed doors. As if she wasn't under enough pressure already being the first female director of NCIS, she didn't need people finding out about her affair with one of her agents, or ex agents.

"Jethro, wait!" She called tugging on his hand and turning her neck in the opposite direction. She was sure she had seen someone she recognised but that couldn't be possible, could it? Only the team at NCIS knew she was out in Mexico and it was only Mike Franks who knew their exact whereabouts.

"What's wrong Jen?" Gibbs asked, his light blue eyes showing concern for the redheaded woman beside him.

Jenny turned around again. "It's nothing. I just thought I saw someone." She said before they continued their walk.

Chris Wade ducked back inside the building and swore under his breath. Jenny had been so close to clocking him that it was unbelievable. It was no surprise that a woman like that would be the Director of an agency like NCIS. If she had spotted him his entire plan would have been in ruins. How could he explain to her why he was here in such a remote part of Mexico when she hadn't even told him the destination she had headed for when she left? He knew he needed to move his plan a stage forward now if he was ever going to get any redemption. Chris knew he couldn't sit around any longer; it was time to take serious action.

When Jenny and Gibbs arrived back at his cottage they unpacked their shopping and both secretly enjoyed the normality of what they were doing. Sometimes it was the simplest things that gave the greatest pleasure and this was certainly the case with Jenny and Gibbs. Neither of them had any idea of the danger that would face them. They thought that the threat was over but they could not have been more wrong. Chris Wade was hell-bent on revenge and he would stop at nothing to get it.

Jenny and Gibbs were drinking bottles on beer on the beach when the redhead felt a shiver up her spine and the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. It was nothing like the feelings she got when Jethro was near her, it was something entirely different and definitely sinister.
"Jethro?" She said warily, and he looked at her, an expression of concern in his blue eyes.
"Are you alright, Jen?" He asked, putting his beer bottle down in the hole he had made for it in the sand.

"I don't know." She admitted, the sound she had heard was now making sense to her. "You might think I'm being paranoid but I'm sure I just heard someone unholstering a gun." She said, expecting Jethro to laugh at her for this. Instead he jumped to his feet, reaching for his own weapon.
"Are you sure?" He asked, circling the boat he was building with his weapon drawn but he could see no one. He proceeded to check the inside of the boat too but found no one or any sign of a disturbance.
"I must have been imagining it." She concluded feeling even more foolish now because Jethro had believed her.
He shook his head. "You're Director of NCIS, Jen and you were a damn good field agent. If you thought you heard something then I believe that you did."
Jenny nodded, but said nothing. She knew that the time for her to return to NCIS was quickly approaching but she could not bear to lose Jethro again. It never crossed her mind that she might be about to lose him in the worst possible way.