Chapter 14. Okay so I am not sure when my little baby got so big, but here is chapter 14. I am actually really fond of this chapter. I hope you will be to. Anyway. Enjoy.

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"I thought we were leaving Rostov tonight," Jenny said as she sat on the bed watching Gibbs throw a few final things into his suitcase.

"We were, but apparently my agents couldn't find a flight out until tomorrow morning," he replied closing the lid of the suitcase.

"I can't imagine that there is a lot of traffic from Rostov to Istanbul," Jenny remarked.

"Do you want to go out to dinner?" Gibbs asked suddenly. He cursed silently to himself realizing that a comment, which he had intended to pull off as nonchalant, had come out as anything but. "Because you really wanted to last time we were here and that never really happened," he amended.

Jenny smiled at that. She knew he was trying to keep up his tough, manly, indifferent persona that he used so often, but she could see the cracks in the mask. "I'd love to go out to dinner," she told him with another smile, "Where do you want to go?"

"That's your choice," he told her, "just not…" His sentence drifted off because he did not know the name of the restaurant, but Jenny knew which on he meant. He meant the one they had tried to go to last time.

"How about that little diner down by the river?" Jenny suggested.

"As you wish," Gibbs replied. Jenny smirked at him knowing that the Princess Bride reference was almost certainly accidental.

Together the pair made their way down onto the street and started walking towards the river. A cool breeze rustled past them as they walked, and Jenny was struck by just how much this reminded her of what had happened ten years ago.

Here they were on the dark streets of Rostov walking towards a restaurant. A cool breeze was blowing around them, and the only noise came from the bars that resided on streets a few blocks away. Occasionally Jenny even felt Gibbs hand brush against hers.

Of course it was different now. More than a decade had past since that night, and that decade had brought with it changes, both good and bad, that Jenny could feel the effects of in the air around her. For one thing, she knew that tonight Gibbs was not only carrying his standard issue gun, but also his back up. A decade ago he had been unarmed. Of course, she still carried her standard issue and the twenty-two she had carried a decade ago.

"We're here," Gibbs remarked suddenly, pulling Jenny out of her thoughts. "After you," he told her as he pulled the door open. She smiled and entered the building. Seconds later a young waiter appeared and led Jenny off to a table without a second look at Gibbs.

Gibbs followed the two of them and as he and Jenny sat down he shot the waiter a nasty look. No one was allowed to give Jenny the look the waiter was giving her. The waiter got the hint and left quickly.

"It's beautiful," Jenny murmured looking out over the water.

"Yes," Gibbs replied looking at her, "It is."

"Why don't we have more memories like this?" she asked him after a moment. It had always bothered her that ninety percent of the memories she and Gibbs shared were of car chases and shoot outs not moonlit dinners.

"I don't know," Gibbs replied knowing exactly what she meant, "because we always put work ahead of our relationship."

Jenny nodded as she turned away from the window. "I guess you have a point."

"We could always change that," Gibbs offered placing his hand on top of hers on the table.

"We could," Jenny agreed.

"Maybe we should," Gibbs added.

"Maybe…" Jenny murmured leaning across the table.

Gibbs did not speak. His response was in his actions as he too leaned forward. Gently he placed his hand on Jenny's cheek slowly caressing her skin. His other hand brushed her hair back from her face and came to rest on the back of her neck. Jenny closed her eyes and breathed out very slowly.

It felt so right. Even after a decade apart, it felt right for Gibbs to be holding her this way. She knew he felt the same because he did not pull away from her. For several moments, neither one of them moved. It was as if the moment had frozen and neither one could break it.

Jenny could feel his breath on her cheek and the warmth of his hands on her face. It was almost intoxicating to know that if either one of them moved just a few more inches forward there lips would meet. How nice that would be. A smile played across Jenny's lips at the thought.

Then as if some silent signal had been given the pair leaned towards each other. Jenny's heart beat a little faster. It was only a few centimeters of distance now.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Jenny and Gibbs jumped apart as if they touched by scalding water, and Gibbs snatched up his cell phone.

"This better be pretty damn good, DiNozzo," Gibbs informed his agent annoyed.

"We've got a plane scheduled to leave in two hours," Tony's voice crackled over the line, "Where should we meet?'

"You round up the others," Gibbs told him, "and the Director and I will meet you back at our hotel in an hour."

"Yes boss," Tony answered a little meekly. He had clearly picked up on the fact that he had interrupted something that would have been best left uninterrupted.

Gibbs hung up and turned back to his dinning companion.

"What's up?" Jenny asked.

"We've got a flight in two hours," Gibbs explained, "We're meeting the others at the hotel in an hour."

"Alright then," Jenny replied. Her cheeks had a slight pinkish tinge to them.

That was all that needed to be said. The evening would still be pleasant, but the magic of the moment had been broken and could not be revived. They both knew that. No words were needed.

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