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Ne m'oublie pas s'il te plait

Previously . . .

"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."

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"How long does this have to stay like this?! I mean I can't even have a guest over without you all harassing him!"

Now . . .

The following day Jenny sat on the bottom of her bed getting ready for lunch with the team. It was getting close to the time when she would have to leave, and yet all she could think about was how nervous she was. This would be the first time she had seen any of them since the day when they had found her. Jenny sighed and pulled out the French plait she had done. For some reason despite the fact she should be happy she wasn't.

The life she was living whilst been an improvement upon the last five years was not her life. She was using her own name yet she was living like someone else. Whilst she had realised she was deeply in love with Jethro and it had only taken one night for the top soil to be lifted off of those emotions, she was honestly scared of not only hurting him but getting hurt. Five years of his life had passed by and he'd managed to live them and stay alive, but what did that mean for the pair of them?

Groaning she stared into her compact mirror at her reflection. Her eyes were lightly shadowed with a warm grey colour; her cheeks softly blushed and lips a ruby red as usual. Her hair hung down around her face and the red head blew it quickly with a groan before tying it up into a messy bun, knowing Jethro would no doubt pull it out at some point in the day. With that done she removed her robe and pulled on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a white long sleeved t-shirt. That way she could go straight from customer to staff at the bar.

They'd all decided that seeming as Jenny ad to work they'd go to Lynne's bar for lunch. Jenny was more than happy although she knew her friend would be eying up Gibbs for the entire time he was there.

Jenny picked out a simple gold necklace with matching gold earrings before going to find her shoes. After rummaging through the designer collection she settles on a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti royal blue suede stilettos. With that done the red head grabbed her black leather jacket and left the room, heading out of the apartment towards the bar, leaving an apartment full of frantic agents trying to hurry after her.

As it turned out even though Jenny was the closest to the bar she was the last one to arrive. When she got there she smiled at Lynne and ordered a coffee seeming as she was working later before heading over. Abby attacked her with a hug, Ziva kissed her cheek, as did Tony, Tim smiled warmly, as did Ducky, and Jethro. Well he sat there looking at her, not knowing if she minded. There were two empty seats, one next to Ziva and one next o him, so she sat down next to Gibbs and took hold of his hand under the table, letting him decide how public he wanted to be. But after losing her so many times already, he leant in and captured her lips in a sweet kiss.

When the pair parted Abby was squealing like mad and nearly jumping around the bar in her platforms, the rest of them smiled and Ducky simply said: "About time my boy!" Before giving his tea a stir and taking a sip. Jenny and Gibbs just looked at each other and smiled.

"I take it you don't mind them knowing then?" Said Jenny softly, as he put his arm around her and pulled her closer.

"Couldn't car less as long as I have you." He said and she looked up at him, smiling broadly.

"That just might be the sweetest thing you have ever said to me Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"Is it now Jennifer Shepard?" He said before capturing her lisp for another kiss, only to be broken by Tony's childish wolf whistle, but Gibbs nodded to Ziva and kindly head slapped the immature agent for him.

"Ouch!" Tony said, rubbing his head with his hand and pouting slightly as he did so.

"Serves you right." Jenny retorted before turning to see Lynne not so discretely glaring a hole in Jethro's head. "Do you all know what you want to eat? I'll go order." So everyone told Jenny what they wanted and she left the table. As soon as she went Gibbs missed her by his side. But the look on Abby's face made him glare at her.

"What Abs?"

"You're in love!" She stated plainly. He didn't bother to reply, just smiled at her and they all were taken aback. Because their hard as nails boss was in love with the ice cold director.

XXX

"Hey." Said Jenny as she arrived at the bar. Lynne looked at her and raised an eyebrow questioningly."What?"

"When did that happen? You getting all lovey dovey?"

"The other night."

"hmm, and I take it he knows Jenny Shepard and not Louise Walters?"

"Yeah, he knows me Lynne." The raven haired woman looked over at the man in question as though she were evaluating how worth while he was for the red head.

"If he hurts you . . ." She began, letting the statement trail off.

"He won't." Jenny stated without a shadow of a doubt in her mind. Lynne just nodded, took the order and got back to work. Leaving Jenny to wonder whether her friend approved or not of the situation she was in.

XXX

That day the teams stayed in the bar until late, gradually sliding further and further down their seats until Jenny and Lynne decided to call them all a taxi to take them home. It was between the two 'parents' of the group that they got them into the cabs, but they finally did, and watched them go. Jenny stayed behind the bar until the place grew quiet and Lynne sent her home, CIA agents following closely behind until the par lost them. But the agents decided to let it go this once, because that woman in question was for once not alone. And as they walked back to her apartment they took a detour through the park and sat down on a bench.

Both content in the silence she rested her head in the crook of his neck and listened to his soft rhythmical heart beet, smiling at the familiarity and never wanting to leave this moment. "Jen." He said softly, looking down at her, and she moved her eyes to look into his. And as he looked into the emerald green orbs he realised he had made the right decision in getting her back in his life. "Move in with me?" And it was as close a proposition to marriage this pair would ever get. Because with his track record they both knew nothing on paper would make them love each other anymore. And she smiled, capturing his lips in a soft sweet kiss.

"Oui." She answered, and he simply chuckled, remembering how it used to drive him mad when they were partners that she would just change to French. Of course she knew it had wound him up, and that was why she did it.

In that moment, with the thought of moving in together things seemed perfect, they forgot about the CIA guards who stood at the entrance to the park watching the two shadowed figures of lovers. Instead they concentrated on one another, knowing this was their chance to make things work, and they were not going to blow it. Because, unlike earlier that day, this truly was her life, and no one was controlling it but her.

One of the guards turned to the other, and smiled, both had been with the red head since she came to the city, and believed she deserved the right to be happy. The other one nodded at him, a silent agreement that the pair of them would support her, but knowing they would not need to protect her for much longer, because she had her own person to protect her now. Someone who would delicately hold her heart in his hand, and keep her safe – toujours.