A/N: By request, here is part two. Hope you enjoy! Rated for a reason. Jibbs, as always.

Though it was common knowledge that Gibbs hated any kind of function that could be considered even remotely black-tie, he was thankful to be at this one. Jenny had refused any security detail except him and his team, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him feel better knowing they were watching her. She swept into his direct line of vision and he allowed himself a long gaze while she wasn't paying attention. With her hair intricately arranged atop her head, wearing a long black gown with crystal beading glittering in the lights, and her lips painted deep red, she was the very epitome of elegance. Only he knew the length of the dress was hiding heels that screamed sex. On anyone else, black was sophisticated and refined. On Jenny, it was more than a little sinful. His eyes lingered on her, and he longed to have other places stained crimson by her lips.

She caught his eye as she passed and he nodded once. He knew Tony and Ziva were watching the doors and McGee was braving the cold to stand guard outside. Nothing would get past them. And on the off-chance that it did, Gibbs swore on his life that nothing would get past him. Jenny lifted a glass of champagne, taking a slow drink and as she spoke to Senator Jenkins, he could feel her annoyance carefully hidden behind her smile.

"It's been wonderful to see you, Senator."

"I couldn't agree more, Director Shepard."

Flashing him a smile, Jenny turned to leave and before she could take a step, the Senator's hand closed around her wrist. She froze, her eyes glued to his hand, and when he offered her a smile, she didn't return it.

"Careful. The waiter nearly crashed into you."

Jenny blinked, noticing the young waiter for the first time. She nodded and whispered her thanks as she turned again. Even from where he stood, Gibbs could see that she was shaken, and he quickly crossed the room to her.

"You okay?"

His voice was low, not wanting to attract attention, but she didn't appear to have heard him.

"Jenny?"

Finally, she nodded, her face blank, and when she walked away, Gibbs frowned. Her smile was back, but if anyone she was speaking to had really paid her any kind of attention other than eyeing her up and down, they would have seen it was forced.

As soon as the car door had shut behind her, Jenny dropped her head in her hands and sighed. Gibbs slid into the seat next to her, and as her driver pulled away, he fixed her with a concerned look.

"You want to talk about it?"

Her head shook and he placed a hand on her knee. She still hadn't looked at him, and it was beginning to make him nervous.

"Not here," she said softly.

He nodded and took her hand in his. He lightly ran his thumb across her skin and she smiled at the contact. He wanted to kiss her, hold her in his arms, anything that would make her feel safer, but he knew as long as they were being observed, they had to keep up the pretense of Director and agent. Once they were alone, however...

Several agonising minutes later, they stopped in front of Jenny's house and Gibbs stepped out to open her door. Offering her his hand, he helped her exit the car, giving her driver a wave as he drove off. He carefully led her up the steps and when she swept past him, he caught the scent of her perfume.

"Jenny?"

She turned as he locked her front door, and he could see the strain the evening had put on her.

"Can I at least take my heels off before we get into this? My feet are killing me."

"Told you not to wear those."

She smirked.

"Yeah, but they just look so damn good."

Though she was joking, he couldn't help but agree. She carefully removed the shoes, and as she stood before him, he noticed just how much smaller she was without them. It filled him with an overwhelming desire to protect her, and she sat down on the couch, inviting him to join her.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," she admitted slowly, "When Senator Jenkins grabbed my wrist, it..it made me have a flashback. I know he wasn't going to hurt me, but for a second...it was like..."

"It was like you were back there, wasn't it?"

She nodded, and he reached out to touch her cheek. She frowned as he pulled his hand away and stared at his hand.

"What was that for?"

"Well, what good am I if I can't even wipe away your tears? Some security detail."

Her frown intensified and she brought her own fingers to her face.

"I didn't even realise I was crying."

She stared at her hand for a moment and he touched her knee lightly.

"It's okay."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts and when his voice broke it, he couldn't keep the laughter from his words.

"I thought you were going to murder the Director of the FBI."

She laughed.

"Well, maybe if he hadn't been staring at me like I was a piece of meat all night..."

"To be fair," Gibbs looked at her seriously, "you look exceptionally beautiful tonight."

A light blush crept into her skin and she smiled, glancing over at him.

"You just want to get me into bed, Jethro."

"Well, yeah," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing, "but it's still true."

Gibbs leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers and when she pulled him closer, he smiled. His fingers went to her hair, carefully pulling out the pins that held it in place and it tumbled around her face in gentle waves that were messy but still breathtaking. He pushed it to one side and trailed his mouth along her throat, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jenny.

Her head fell back and she forced herself to open her eyes. Raising up slightly, Jenny looked at Jethro with an amused glint in her eyes.

"I don't think the couch is big enough for this, Jethro."

He nodded, standing and holding out his hand. She took it and when he pulled her against him, he smirked.

"Hey, Jen? You remember that sexual harassment seminar we had to attend?"

"Mhm."

"Would this be considered red light behaviour?"

Jenny smacked his arm lightly, laughing.

"Shut up, Jethro."

"I forget, red means "go", right? Or is that yellow?"

He kissed her, not oblivious to the way she clung to his shoulders.

"Did you pay any attention to that class?"

Jethro shook his head.

"Nope. My attention was on something much more interesting."

"And what might that have been?"

"You, obviously. You're very distracting."

As she kissed him again, she noticed the dark red makeup staining his lips and she reached out to wipe it away. He stopped her with a gentle hand on her wrist and smiled.

"Leave it. I've been dreaming about that damn lipstick all night."

He picked her up in his arms and made his way to the stairs, taking care not to run them into any walls. As he set her on her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to her own. His tongue danced over hers and she moaned into his mouth. Fumbling for the zipper on her dress, Jethro growled in frustration as it refused to move, and Jenny laughed softly.

"Don't tear it, Jethro. This dress is expensive."

"Bill me," he murmured against her throat.

She replaced his hand with her own and deftly slid the zipper down, stepped out of the dress as it pooled at her feet. Her fingers went to his shirt, quickly undoing the buttons and when she pushed it from his shoulders, he smirked.

"In a hurry, Jen?"

"Would you rather I stopped?"

Her voice was so serious that for a moment, he simply stared at her. When she smiled, he kissed her again, and he pushed her back towards the bed. As he looked down at her, he ran his hand through her hair, catching her eyes seriously.

"Are you sure?"

"Jethro—"

"I'm serious, Jen. Are you okay with this?"

She nodded, and crashed her lips onto his. He touched her cautiously, not wanting to cause her to have any kind of flashbacks, and she sighed against his mouth.

"Jethro...I'm not going to break."

She hooked her leg around his waist and flipped them so that he was under her, her lips trailing down his chest. Before she could move too low, he pulled her up by her shoulders and kissed her throat. She laughed as he flipped them again, her breaths shallow. He dipped his tongue into the hollow between her breasts, tasting the salt of her skin, and she arched her body into his. Jenny moaned his name, biting down on her lip to keep from screaming, and he smirked as he pulled the remaining clothes from their bodies.

"Jethro..."

He looked down at her and the lust in her eyes nearly took his breath away. She brought her lips to his throat, sucking the skin between her teeth. He moaned and she smirked against him as she ran her tongue along the shell of his ear.

"God, Jen."

She kissed him again, and his hips jerked of their own accord. He kissed her deeply, all teeth and tongue, biting down on her bottom lip, taking great pleasure in the moan that fell from her throat.

"Jesus Christ, Jethro. Are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe," he smirked.

"Hell of a way to go," Jenny quipped.

She raked her fingers through his hair and when she kissed him again, she held him as tightly as she could.

"Jethro, please..."

He brought his lips to her throat, his breath hot on her skin.

"Tell me, Jen. What do you want?"

Her head fell back and he kissed down to her breasts, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks.

"Jen? Answer me."

"I c-can't," she gasped, her body arching upwards, "I can't think straight."

Jethro smirked as he let his hands roam over her skin. He hooked Jenny's leg around him, whispering her name as her hands tangled in his hair. She bit down on his pulse point and he knew there would be a mark the next morning., but he didn't care.

"Tell me what you want, Jen."

She moaned and he rolled the nipple of her breast between his fingers.

"God, Jethro..."

Her grip in his hair was tight and he could feel her body shaking as he kissed her. Her head fell back and he used the angle to bite down on her throat. She tried to open her eyes, but the sensations his mouth created made it impossible.

"Jethro...touch me. Please."

He smirked, surprised it had taken her so long to answer, and he trailed his hand down her body. He slid his fingers into her and she let out a gasp that morphed into a moan. Her hips met his hands and she fought to breathe. He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and stopped her movements. She whimpered and he drug his teeth over her racing pulse.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm in her ear.

He released his hold on her hips and as he sped up his fingers, she gasped his name. He moved his head down her body, needing to taste her, and when his tongue glided over her, she cried out, her hips bucking upwards.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

He kept his pace, curling his fingers inside her and flicking his tongue against her. She could feel the familiar tightening in her abdomen and when she shattered under him, she couldn't stop the scream that fell from her lips.

He looked up at her with eyes that were positively wicked and as he was about to enter her, she stopped him with a hand on his chest. He could see the trepidation in her eyes and he frowned.

"I can't, Jethro. Not yet."

He nodded and when she flipped them, he frowned. She glanced at him once before she wrapped her lips around his hard length, smiling as she heard his sharp breath. Jenny wrapped her hand around him, moving in time to the rhythm of her mouth and when she swirled her tongue over the tip, he jerked beneath her. She relaxed her jaw and took him in fully, squeezing lightly as she stroked upward. Her teeth gently scraped the flesh and he groaned, tangling his hands in her long hair.

It took all of his willpower not to push her head down farther and when his hips jerked, he eyed her worriedly.

"Jen?"

She met his eyes, not stopping her movements and he knew she understood. Her free hand rubbed his thigh, letting him know that she was okay, and he closed his eyes again. Jenny's tongue flicked over his head and he gripped her hair tighter. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her mouth and as his world exploded behind his closed eyelids, her name fell from his lips like a prayer.

"Jen..."

"Yes?"

He pulled her up into his arms, holding her against his chest and kissed her.

"You're amazing."

Jenny smirked.

"You're not so bad yourself, gunny."

No matter how hard she fought, Jenny couldn't escape the hands that held her down. She tried to scream, but the tight grip on her throat robbed her of any air she might have had. Closing her eyes, she fought the tears and when she looked up, her heart nearly stopped. Jethro's hands pinned her down, ripping her clothing from her body and as the tears fell, her screams fell on deaf ears.

Jenny jerked awake, her body trembling, and stared in the darkness. Her hair was slightly damp and when she felt movement next to her, she gasped.

"Jen? Wassamatter?"

Jethro raised up, peering at her with sleep-filled eyes, and even in the darkness, he could see her fear. Reaching for her, he frowned when she jerked away, her breathing shallow.

"Don't."

"Jen, what's wrong?"

He tried to touch her again, and she scrambled away from his hand.

"Don't touch me."

He dropped his hand, watching her with concerned eyes and when she finally seemed to calm down, he spoke.

"You're safe, Jenny. Nothing's gonna hurt you. I promise."

Her face crumbled and without warning, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. She wasn't crying, but he would be lying if he said that a few tears of his own hadn't fallen.

"I'm sorry, Jethro. I feel so weak and pathetic."

He pulled back to stare at her and forced her to meet his gaze.

"Jennifer Shepard. You listen to me. You are not weak and you are most definitely not pathetic. You are the strongest woman I know. I've seen you take down international gunmen, arms dealers, you took a bullet to the thigh and didn't even scream. Hell, you didn't even scream when I cut that bullet out of your leg. You're an incredible person."

Jenny smiled sadly at his words and he kissed her gently. He could taste the salt on her lips and she leaned into him.

"If I ever hear you say that about yourself again, I'll head slap you so hard that you'll see stars."

She laughed and he ran his hand through her hair.

"I love you, Jen."

She stiffened in his arms and when she looked up at him, he could see the tears in her eyes.

"Jethro...you...you've never said that to me before."

He nodded.

"Should have. I'm saying it now."

Jenny frowned and he was suddenly worried that he had said the wrong thing.

"You mean it? You didn't just say it because of the situation?"

"No," he held her closer, kissing her hair, "I meant every word. I love you."

She smiled against his chest and when they settled back down under the sheets, she traced her nails over his skin.

"I love you, too."

Jenny still couldn't believe it. He loved her. Leroy Jethro Gibbs had told her that he loved her. They weren't in a life or death situation, they weren't undercover, and he had said those three words she'd never thought she would hear. She sat down behind her desk, fully intending to read her emails, but she found that she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts were filled with a certain silver-haired agent and she sighed, placing her head in her hands.

Behind her closed eyes, the image of a yin-yang symbol flashed, unbidden, and she jumped. Fumbling for a piece of paper and a pen, she quickly sketched out the design while it was still fresh and she frowned. She needed to speak to Jethro. Urgently.

"Cynthia?"

"Yes, Director?"

"Hold my calls for the next hour, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jenny stood, the piece of paper held tightly in her thin fingers and walked purposefully to the catwalk. As she had suspected, Gibbs and his team were still there, and as she walked down the steps, she caught Ziva's eye, flashing her a smile. Walking around to Jethro's desk, she handed him the paper without a word and as he scanned it, his eyes filled with confusion.

"What's this?"

"The sketch I promised you last week. Last Friday night," she said pointedly.

He jerked his head towards the elevator and she followed, fighting the urge to laugh at Tony's confused expression. Gibbs flipped the switch and the lift powered down, leaving them illuminated by the blueish emergency lights.

"You remembered?"

She nodded.

"I brought it to you as soon as I'd finished."

"Jen," he began, his voice cautious, "you know we have to investigate this. It happened on the premises. It could be someone in this very building."

Jenny sighed, nodding slowly. She'd been trying to avoid this. The last thing she wanted was her colleagues finding out that she'd been attacked. The bruises on her skin were still visible if one looked closely, but she'd done a very good job of covering them with makeup, long sleeves, and scarves.

"Do you remember where the tattoo was?"

"Just above his wrist," she whispered, "I saw it when his coat sleeve moved after he ripped my clothes."

He wrapped her in his arms, kissing her hair. This was going to be hard for her and nothing he could do would change that. He only hoped that she would let him in. When she took a deep breath and stepped back from his embrace, he flipped the switch again. They would have to face this head-on, and the longer they delayed, the greater chance they stood to fail.

"Listen up! Got a case. Looking for a man with a tattoo on his arm, right above the wrist bone."

"That's it? No facial description? Hair, eye colour, height, weight?"

"I'd say around your height, DiNozzo. Dark hair. Average build."

Gibbs looked to Jenny, seeking confirmation. She nodded once and Tony frowned.

"What'd he do? Is he dead?"

"Unfortunately, no," Gibbs muttered angrily.

"Jethro..." Jenny's warning was clear.

He shrugged and motioned for his team to follow him. Leading them into the elevator, he pressed the button for Abby's lab, trying to look at anyplace other than Jenny. He wanted to at least make the elevator ride less awkward for her. It was about to blow up in their faces either way.

Abby smiled as they entered, but as soon as she took in their confusion and Jethro's seriousness, she frowned. Jenny's presence only solidified her belief that this was of the upmost importance and she looked to Gibbs.

"What's going on?"

"Got a case. Looking for a man with a tattoo on his arm, right above the wrist. Got a sketch of it. Abby, I'm gonna need you to get with Ducky to discuss his findings and triple check every piece of evidence we find. We can't afford to miss anything."

"Boss, we don't even have a body. You said he's not dead."

"He will be if I find him," Gibbs spat.

Tony raised an eyebrow and McGee frowned.

"This case is strictly need-to-know. No one outside of our team, Ducky, and the Director are to know anything about this. Is that clear?"

They all nodded and Ziva finally spoke.

"What is it that this man is wanted for?"

"Assault of a high sexual nature."

"Rape," Ziva clarified.

"Who reported it?" McGee asked slowly.

"I did."

They all turned to look at their redheaded Director who had been unusually quiet throughout their questions and Ziva frowned.

"You saw it?"

"Not exactly," Jenny sighed, unable to meet her eyes.

Her meaning suddenly clicked and Ziva took a step forward. Jenny automatically stepped back, and they all understood.

"Director...why didn't you say something?"

"I did. Just not to you."

Her eyes flickered to Gibbs and Tony nodded, his expression more serious than any of them had ever seen.

"When did it happen?"

"Last Friday night. Outside the building," Gibbs answered, "All of the evidence we collected from Director Shepard is with Ducky. Photos, witness statements, and the results of the rape kit will be given to Abby, and I want all of you to keep any copies under lock and key. None of this leaves the building. None of it gets passed to any outside parties, not even legal. Everything will be approved or denied by the Director."

After the team had all nodded their assent, Abby raised her hand tentatively. Gibbs raised his eyebrow in question and she lowered it.

"Permission to hug?"

Jenny smiled, pretending she didn't notice the tears in the younger woman's eyes. Or her own, for that matter.

"Granted."

Abby ran across the room, flinging her arms around Jenny and only Jethro's hand at the small of her back stopped Jenny from toppling over.

"Don't worry. We'll find him."

Jenny smiled at her words and glanced over at Gibbs as she let go. His eyes told her that they'd talk later and she nodded as he began giving orders.

"McGee, I want you to check all the security tapes from last Friday night until Saturday morning. Tony, find out which guards were running the gates that night. Ziva, check every person in the building for that tattoo. I don't care how, just get it done. Abby, check in with Ducky."

It wasn't until they had all scattered that he noticed Jenny had left the room.

He found her twenty minutes later as she exited the women's restroom and when he cornered her in the hall, she frowned.

"Can I help you, Agent Gibbs?"

He smirked.

"Yeah. Got something I need you to look over in your office."

Nodding, she led the way to her door, locking it behind them. As soon as he heard the click, Gibbs pulled her into his arms, holding her against him as tightly as he could. She inhaled the scent of coffee and sawdust and when he looked down at her, his expression was serious.

"You okay?"

Jenny sighed and stepped back, fixing her gaze to the ground.

"I never wanted them to know."

He tilted her chin up with his hand and kissed her cheek.

"I know. But we're gonna catch this bastard. No one is ever gonna lay a hand on you again. I promise."

Jenny held his gaze for a long moment and as she walked around to sit behind her desk, he watched her closely. Her hands shook as she reached for her coffee cup and when she spoke, there was a sadness in her voice that he hadn't heard before.

"Don't make promises that you can't keep, Jethro."

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