I am sorry for suddenly disappearing for so long, I haven't written anythings for so long so I'm trying to catch up on some of my older stuff to find my muse again. This is the second chapter of Chances, as requested by ya'll (thanks for the reviews, by the way, thanks so much for leaving such kind comments, they really make me happy whenever I read them)

I've got two more chapters for this that cover the season 3 moments (maybe I should add some in between? Tell me what you think!) the next chapter is after Jenny's kidnapping, and the fourth chapter is her finding out about Shannon and Kelly and Jethro leaving for Mexico (I'm trying to keep this as canon as possible) I'm not sure if ya'll will want more after this, though.

Again, thanks for the reviews and enjoy!


Two months into being Director, she realised there was no other way to shut Leroy Jethro Gibbs up more effectively than by using long, complicated words and synonyms to confuse him. And now that she knew this, she was careful not to exploit it too much, or she'd have to find another way.

But oh God, it was just so tiring to hear him talk about why he was right and she was wrong. Not to mention the fact that she was pissed, since he had disobeyed a direct order and undermined her authority in front of the Metro police.

It was irresistible.

"Semantics." She practically hissed the word.

"Is that like 'doppelganger'?" he asked, confused.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glanced at him with a look that clearly said 'I had no idea you were that dumb'.

"Get a dictionary!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes and stepping out of the elevator.

She turned into the carpark and pursed her lips when she realised Jethro was still following her. She stopped and turned around, glaring at him.

"I'm not in the mood for games, Jethro," she sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "What do you want?"

"You ever doubted McGee?" he asked bluntly.

"Is this what you're hung up on?" she asked in disbelief. It just seemed so – trivial and so insignificant.

She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts.

"I never doubted Agent McGee – or you, for that matter."

"Then why'd you let Metro – "

"I know this is foreign to you, but there's a thing called inter-agency co-operation – "

"He was being treated like a criminal!" he almost shouted, glaring at her.

"Goddamn it Jethro, he was being treated like a suspect!" she shouted back, hardly believing that he was continuing this petty fight between them. "Which he was, in case you haven't noticed. I know he didn't kill him, Jethro. But we are supposed to be cooperative when other agencies have lost one of their own in the hands of someone that could've been from our agency."

When he didn't say anything in return, she let out a frustrated sigh and said, "Jethro, you know I'm right. Why are you making it so difficult for me to do my job?"

He didn't answer again, instead he just stared at her.

"Are you – are you angry at me? I don't understand – it's like one minute you're fine and then the next you're just picking these petty fights between us – " she swallowed harshly. "You're not making any sense."

He mumbled something, but she couldn't hear him.

"Sorry, what did you say?" she asked, taking one step closer to him.

"Paris." He said, his voice hoarse. "Paris – earlier today, we talked about Paris."

God, she hoped this wasn't going where she thought it was.

"You said something about covering my ass, Jethro. I hardly call that actually talking." She said, giving him an out if he wanted it.

"Yeah, well – made me realise that I never actually… forgave you." He confessed, not meeting her eyes.

He had honestly thought that he had put everything behind him, but he couldn't help but notice every time their past was brought up, he immediately skipped all the wonderful parts of their relationship – and only thought about how it ended. How she ended it.

He hadn't read that letter in a while. He'd meant to burn it, but the letter – and the coat, and a photo of Jenny – those were the only things he had to remind him besides memories. He'd kept all three, hidden in a box in the basement.

"So... you are angry at me." She said, pursing her lips.

She could feel the tears in her eyes blurring her vision steadily, and she let out a deep breath. She honestly had no idea what to say next, except for apologising, so that's what she did.

"I'm really sorry, Jethro." She said softly, her hands pressed together. "I really am, but I can't change what I did. I just… I wish there was a way you could forgive me."

She bowed her head, letting her tears fall. She reached out and touched his shoulder gently, giving him time to pull away from her touch. He didn't.

"I'm so sorry." She said again, and before a fresh flood of tears followed, she turned her back on him abruptly and got into her car, trying to control her sobs.

He watched her drive away, wanting to do something to stop her, but he found that he couldn't move a muscle. That one gentle touch on his shoulder had disarmed him, with her sorry eyes and her tears. He sighed and ran a hand down his face – that hadn't gone as planned.

He was supposed to say something else to her today – something he had known since she became Director.

But there was always tomorrow, he told himself, as he turned around and headed towards his car. And days, and months and years after that to tell her what he knew, and he smiled to himself – because now, when he thought about Paris, he was happy.


I wanted to write some more season 3 Jibbs moments but I feel that for this concept it'll be too draggy. What do ya think? I honestly don't think season 3 needs a lot of coverage, because all the good stuff is in seasons 4 and 5 (which I haven't started writing yet, oops) but if ya'll can convince me, I'll gladly write more for season 3.

Leave a review and tell me what you think! (and maybe I won't disappear for so long next time hehe :))

Have a great day!

Natalia