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Ne m'oublie pas s'il te plait

Previously . . .

"I'm sorry Jethro, because you deserve better than me. I've hurt you so many times."

"Jenny-"

"No, no don't. I've hurt you so many times, done wrong by you so many times." She wiped a stray tear from her face. "Go and find someone who will treat you right Jethro, you deserve better."

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"I'm not losing you again Jen, I don't want anyone else." And with that he kissed her all over again, just as he had wanted to do ever since she returned into his life as director.

Now . . .

The following morning Jenny woke up to find herself wrapped up in Jethro's arms. To find him softly drawing patters on the pale skin of her stomach. And even though she knew she shouldn't be doing this, that in her current lifestyle this was all wrong, a smile fell across her lips. He looked so at peace with the world, with a small smile on his lips and a sleepy look in his eye. "Morning." She said, turning to look at him.

"Mornin'" He replied, before brushing a stray piece of hair away from her face and kissing her ever so softly. When they parted she closed her eyes and relaxed. Loving the feeling of him in her bed. But two things were plaguing her mind; one was the group of CIA agents outside her door who they had miraculously managed to sneak past the night before. And the second was she wasn't sure if she could do this. She wasn't sure if after five years living alone and on the run she would be able to settle down and commit to him.

He lay beside her and felt her tighten. Gibbs had known Jenny Shepard for many years, and knew instantly when something was wrong. And after losing her twice already he was certainly not even contemplating the idea of losing her all over again. "Jen what's wrong?" He questioned, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Nothing." She replied with a fake smile but he watched as he eye twitched telling him that she was lying. She began to get up but he pulled her back down onto him, stopping her feeble attempts at escaping him.

"Jen, I know when you are lying, so talk to me." He said, softly kissing her neck.

"Can we just leave it?"

"No. Jenny I've lost you too many times, if we're gonna do this then we're gonna do this right. And that means talking." She spun around to look at him, gazing into his piercing cobalt eyes and seeing the fear of losing her. She nodded, before looking down and concentrating on tracing an old war wound on his shoulder.

"I don't know if I can do this." She said, brutally honestly. And Gibbs was taken aback; he had thought that she was scared or nervous.

"What d'you mean by this Jen?"

"I mean . . . dammit Jethro I have spent the last five years alone, hiding, and not getting close to anyone. I've lived on my own, and now . . . I don't know if I'm gonna be any good at this. Jethro, I don't know how to be close to anyone for more than a couple of months, and I really don't want to hurt you all over again." She looked up at him, and he realised that the last five years had been really hard on her. That since her supposed 'death' she'd had just as many close shaves and nights drowning sorrows as he had had.

He softly cupped her face and looked into her eyes. "Jenny, we were never any good at this, never good at sharing our feelings. And I'm not one to preach about sharing my life because we both know I'm no good at it. But I'm not losing you again, so let's give us a try?"

"Oaky." She said before leaning down and capturing his lips in a slow and passionate kiss that took his breath away.

"And if ya keep doing that then we'll have no problems." He said softly, making her laugh gently.

Half an hour later the pair emerged from the bedroom. They had showered and Gibbs had dressed in the previous nights clothes yet Jenny just wore a robe with her hair still damp. Leaving the room they felt like a pair of guilty teenagers. All of the CIA agents turned to stare at them which made Jenny laugh. "You want coffee?" She asked him as she walked into the kitchen, not bothering to wait for a reply as she knew he would do.

Stepping into the kitchen she got bored of all the staring. "Would you mind moving?" She asked them all. But they all exchanged a look as they silently asked who would be the one to confront her.

"Ms Shepard, we need to talk. It is not suitable to bring-"Spoke up the same woman who kept appearing in Jenny's apartment. The red head rolled her eyes and walked over to the pot of coffee, interrupting the annoying woman.

"Okay, listen. CIA this is Agent Gibbs, NCIS. Jethro, this is the CIA. There we go introductions over." Said Jenny before handing her lover the coffee and watching as he smirked at her. "What?"

"You, feel like I should be calling you Madame Director." He replied, chuckling. But she just slapped him and glared back at him. The CIA watched the pair as they casually sipped their coffee and joked around, each member feeling slightly happy for the red head. Especially those agents who had been with her a couple of months. But the blonde woman just rolled her eyes and went back to her laptop screen.

"I should be going." Said Gibbs, placing his empty cup down.

"Didn't think you'd be scared off by the CIA, you're losing your touch." She stated as she lead him towards the door.

"I'm more worried about whether Ziva will have killed Tony or not."

"Well don't be hard on her if she has." She replied smiling softly. He smiled back and quickly kissed her. "Is this just a onetime thing or am I gonna see you again?"

"You free tonight?"

"No, I have to work. Lynne said something about a stag do at the bar." She said, arms looped around his neck and softly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"What time will you finish?"

"I don't know, gone midnight. How about I meet you tomorrow. It's Saturday. We can have lunch with the team? Then you can sit at the bar whilst I work."

"You want the team there?"

"I think they'd be offended if we didn't invite them."

"You rather they had been there last night Jen?"

"I think we can keep that one quiet." She said before he kissed her passionately. When they parted she glared at him. "You have to go!" She stated. With that he nodded and she smiled, watching him go. When the door was closed she retreated back into the apartment and went to go and get ready for her shift. Only be greeted by gawking agents.

"Seriously! Can I get no privacy what so ever anymore?!"

Jenny Shepard walked out of her room later on, dressed in a pleated A-Line skirt that fell just above her knee, on her top half was a fitted white blouse and she had on a pair of purple suede shoes to add colour. Her hair was curled and her makeup light. But the sight of agents stood there made her groan all over again. "How long does this have to stay like this?! I mean I can't even have a guest over without you all harassing him! And who the hell is that blonde woman who keeps hankering around and scolding me like I'm some child!" Jenny exploded, as she looked at them all.

"I'm the head of the CIA's WIP scheme." She said, standing there and looking at Jenny.

"Are you gonna answer my other question or not?"

"Ms Shepard the threats against your life are no laughing matter. And contrary to what you may believe they will not disappear overnight."

"Don't patronise me. I would have been your superior was I still director. And if the threat has not dissipated then what the hell have you been doing for the past five years?"

"Our job is to protect you, not remove the threat!"

"You're the CIA for god's sake! You kill people, what else were you going to do."

"As a former director I thought you would be better-informed that to believe the common misconceptions."

"Ah come on. You're really going to pretend you don't assassinate people? The CIA is as bad as Mossad is; only they don't try to cover it up." The blonde haired woman was getting seriously annoyed with the red head, and the feeling was mutual, Jenny hated being watched every minute of every passing day. Jenny groaned and grabbed her handbag, along with her purple military styled coat. "You never answered my question."

"When we believe the threat to be of a safe level."

"Or when I'm dead." And with that the fiery former Director of NCIS left her apartment and headed to work. Walking the streets, all too aware of the agents following behind her, blending in almost seamlessly with the crowd. As she went Jenny realised that whilst in the last twenty four hours she had got the one thing that she thought she would never get back – and was over the moon – she had also got to her breaking point. After five years of living in the shadows Jenny Shepard was ready to get back out into the light, and she was not too sure about how long she was willing to wait.

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