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Magic's Touch

After a week of Jethro staying with her in Alaska, they both decided that they had been cooped away long enough. Jenny had spent enough time hiding in this state to last the rest of her life. But it didn't make the thought of returning to DC any easier. It would always be a city which held too many memories, and not all good. Every street reminded her of when she was a child, of a fight that travelled outside of their house's walls, an argument spewing up magic . . . something she didn't want to constantly remember. Most of which were to do with her mother.

But in her heart she knew it was time. There were people in DC that missed her, there was a job waiting for her and baddies to be caught. Then there was Jethro. The dashing, silver haired, man who was ready to protect her from the world at not a moment's notice, ready to wrap her up in his arms and love her. It was something that she had never in a million years thought that she would ever have. But as she sat on the plane now, her head resting against his muscular shoulder and looking longingly out of the window, she knew for a fact that she would not change a thing.

"You sure that you're ready for this?" He asked, knowing that it would be hard for her. The funeral may well be over, but there were other things she had to sort out. The house, which had been severely damaged structurally in the fight, needed repairing, and then she had to decided what to do with it: to sell or to keep. Then there was his team, he wasn't going to push Jenny to tell them, but soon enough they would want to know and he didn't feel comfortable lying to them. They'd managed to fight their way through too much to face more lies.

"Yeah." She said looking up at him. "I guess I've got to deal with it all sooner or later."

He leant down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "I'm here for you Jen, through it all." And she just nodded, before returning her gaze out of the window. She sighed, and after a few minutes she decided that she had best ask him where they went now. Before she had run away after the fight there was nothing between them. But in the last week a spark had been lit between them, and she wanted to do everything she possibly could to stop the winds blowing it out.

"Jethro, can I ask you something?" She questioned, and she felt him nodding behind her. "What happens now? I mean, do we carry on, or do we stop? Do we sneak around or tell people?"

"S'up to you Jen, but I don't wanna lose you."

"I think we should tell them." She stated. "Martin will be happy for us, that I know. And I think your team will be happy for you too, or at least I hope they will be."

"Jenny, Abby is already in love with you, herself, and as for the rest of them, well put it this way, they'll be very jealous!" Jenny just laughed at him, smiling softly at the complement.

"I really like you Jethro."

"I really like you too Jen"

The rest of the plane ride went quietly. They small talked a little, but just watched as they passed over the snow covered state and began to return to the city of DC. When they landed, there was a group of butterflies making themselves well known in Jenny's stomach. And as they walked painstakingly slowly through passport control and the security checks, she held onto Jethro's hand tightly. However he didn't object, he knew that it would be hard, so he just held on tight.

They collected their bags off of the luggage carrousel and made their way outside to the taxi rank. Rain was falling, quickly, heavily, and the sun was slowly setting over the city. Jethro hailed a taxi, and Jenny ran over to meet him from under the covered waiting area, her high heels clip clopping with a slight squelch on the ground as she ran though the puddle spotted path. But before she slid into the back seat Jethro stopped her, spinning Jenny so she was looking at him, and kissed her passionately. The rain fell around them, slowly soaking their hair and clothes neither of them cared. And when they parted she laughed, hitting him softly on the chest. "I'm soaking wet now!"

"I'm not at all sorry!" He stated, smirking cheekily, before letting her slide into the back and telling the driver his address. It had kind of been an unspoken agreement that they would stay at his house, neither of them had said anything, but it had almost been decided from the start. The taxi drove through the wet streets and Jenny held her lovers hand tightly. The sound of the rain hitting the little roof pattered through the car, and outside was a mass of multicoloured umbrellas and raindrops being lit up by street lights. It was undeniably beautiful.

Finally they pulled up outside of Jethro's house, and he paid the taxi driver, before helping Jenny with her bags and going inside. By the time the door was closed, she was a lot more relaxed. The last time she had been in his house was before the fight when she had been hell bend on going to her mother. But even now she didn't mind. The house was warm, it was comfortable and homely. He never locked his door and that was something that she respected.

The red head placed her bag down onto the floor and spun to see Gibbs heading to the kitchen. "Coffee?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Sleep please. I have work tomorrow." He just nodded, understandingly before returning to her, taking their bags, and leading her by the hand to the master bedroom. That night, they fell straight to sleep curled up with one another under the warmth of the duvet. And slowly time began to pass. Both knew tomorrow would be hard, but getting back to work was something that they were both ready for. They loved what they did, but now they both had someone waiting for them, and maybe that would stop them both taking so many risks.