A woman stumbled out of a taxi, but quickly steadied herself as she began to walk up the drive way to her house. Damn, she had screwed up! Her cell phone rang, again. It had been going on all night. She fumbled to get it out of her pocket but the tiny object slipped through her fingers and fell to the ground.

"Damn it" she mumbled and bent down to pick it up. Without looking who was calling, she disconnected the call.

The front door to the Gibbs' house cracked open, and the woman slipped into the foyer. She was careful not to make any loud sounds, not wanting to wake her husband. But she failed when she accidentally knocked over a lamp sitting on a tiny table when she stumbled on the rug. It fell to the floor with a crash.

"Damn it" she cursed again under her breath. She glanced nervously up the stairs and listened carefully for any signs that he might have woken up by the sound. She spun around when she suddenly heard footsteps quickly approaching, coming from the living room behind her. Her heartbeats increased as she stood completely still in the darkness, waiting for the possible intruder to show himself. Her breath caught in her throat when the person appeared in the doorway, the lights coming from outside revealed his face to her.

"Jenny" he said as he reached out his hand to switch on the light. She blinked a few times to help her eyes adjust to the light.

"You almost scared the hell out of me, Jethro!" she burst out angrily and hung up her jacket on the coat hanger.

"I could say the same thing. Where the hell have you been, Jen?" Gibbs questioned, but as he noticed how she was swaying lightly back and forth, he started to get suspicious.

She didn't answer him, just tried to make her way into her study across the foyer. But mid-way a sudden dizziness came over her, forcing her to reach out her hand in order to grab hold of something. Only in this case, there were no objects she could reach. She stumbled against the wall as she immediately felt someone pulling her up, holding her upper arms in a firm grip. She raised her gaze and found herself looking into her husband's worried face.

"How much have you been drinking?" he wondered, his voice strong but full of concern.

"Let go of me" Jen replied angrily, she tried to push his hands off her, but he was stronger than her. She started to twist around in his grip, but he just tightened his grip around her arms "Let me go!"

"No, I won't" he said sternly and struggled to keep her still "Stand still damn it!"

Jen stopped trying to get away from him, and she daringly met his gaze.

"How much?" he asked again, and she considered her answer for a second.

"I had a couple of drinks" she admitted. Gibbs wouldn't take his eyes from hers, waiting for a more specific answer. When she refused to talk, he reminded her of why he was so appalled by the situation.

"You've had more than just a couple of drinks; you're drunk, Jen. And I have never seen you like this before. You're staring to scare me"

"Oh come on Jethro!" she said with a dry laugh "I have been drunk before. Remember how much fun we had?"

"Jen" he warned, his voice holding a dangerously threatening tone "This is not the right time to bring that up."

"No, I suppose you're right" she agreed and raised her eyebrows.

"Do you have any idea how damn scared I have been for you?" his tone was so serious that Jen had to close her eyes for a second, then she opened them again and met his gaze fearlessly

"No, but why don't you enlighten me?" she shot back rather coolly.

"Don't play stupid Jen, it doesn't suit you" he said and she once again tried to pull away from him.

"No, stay" he ordered calmly "I have been worried sick over you. Its 1 am, Jen. Did you honestly think I would be in bed asleep while you were out doing god-knows-what?"

"I didn't know what to think!" she burst out "This situation is just so…I don't know. Everything is so screwed up!" her previous anger re-surfaced, but she didn't struggle to escape him, she could feel the nausea coming up even when she was standing still and being held up by him.

"I know" he replied softly "Maybe you should get some sleep before we are having this conversation again" he suggested and Jen nodded once, but the movement made her even more dizzy.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed now" she agreed and when she took a step back this time, his hands wasn't holding her back anymore. Without looking him in the eye, she turned around and walked toward the stairs.

Gibbs stood still in the middle of the foyer, watching her carefully as she walked away from him. He saw how she suddenly stumbled on the first step and fell helplessly, landing hard on the steps. He closed his eyes for a moment before he walked up to her and knelt beside her.

"You ok?" he asked carefully and stroked the hair out of her face so he could see her better.

"No, I'm not!" Jen hissed angrily, but added more softly "Can you help me?"

Gibbs placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up easily, raising her up on her feet on the floor in the foyer. He slid his arm around her waist, allowing her to lean against him as he slowly started to walk up the stairs with her. Jen relaxed a bit in his strong arms as he led her upstairs, she also started to calm down from her previous anger as she became dizzier. She looked up as she noticed they had reached their bedroom.

Gibbs stopped near the bed, and after taking one look at her he realized he probably should help her undress, she needed to sleep and the sooner she got to bed the better. Tomorrow she would be sober enough for them to have a real talk. With his arm still in a firm grip around her waist, he told her to lift her right leg.

"Why?" she questioned suspiciously.

"I have to take off your boots; I doubt you wanna sleep with them on, right?" he explained and she carefully lifted her leg a bit. He bent down, still holding on to her, and unzipped her low, high-heeled black boot and pulled it off.

"Okay, next shoe" he said and repeated the procedure when she had lifted her left leg. He straightened up and looked at her, his gaze travelling down to her pants.

"I'm just gonna take off your pants now, ok?" he said, but got no response from her, she just stood waiting for him to do it. Gibbs undid her grey pants with his free hand pushed them down over her hips. With her pants drawn down to her knees he gently sat her down on the bed and pulled them off her legs.

Jen didn't fight it when he started to undress her, she understood even in her drunken state he only wanted to help her, and she appreciated it. Her head was spinning and all she wanted to do was to sleep, but she knew her husband would tuck her to bed when she was ready.

"Arms up" he instructed and she slowly raised her arms over her head as he started to pull off her emerald green jumper, leaving her in only her panties and bra. Gibbs started to reach around her back to undo her bra. He leaned closer to her as he did so, when she suddenly drew her face forward and met his lips. He stopped in his movements and she quickly pulled away, her eyes closed.

"I'm sorry" she whispered and Gibbs couldn't help but to smile at how fragile and vulnerable she appeared as he undid her bra and let it slid off her.

Jen opened her eyes, realizing she was almost fully naked by now.

"I'm cold" she whispered and crossed her arms across her chest. She wasn't sure if she did it in order to try to cover herself from him or because she was freezing. She felt confused and lost in the situation, but figured she would have a better grip on what was happening tomorrow when she was sober. But for now she was just confused.

Gibbs went over to the chair where he had dumped her clothes and searched for whatever she had worn to bed last night. Underneath the clothing he found what appeared to be one of his old NCIS t-shirts. He understood she must have worn this last night, and brought it back to her.

"This ok?" he asked and she nodded "Alright then, arms up"

Jen reluctantly raised her arms again and allowed him to slip the t-shirt over her head. He carefully pulled her long hair out of the t-shirt and let it cascade down her back. She had her head lowered, not wanting to look into his eyes. But he put his hand under her chin and lifted up her head, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Hey, we'll talk tomorrow" he promised her and she nodded "Let's get you in bed now, shall we?" he suggested and once again wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up. He held her close as he pulled up her cover and slowly seated her back down on the bed. She quickly laid herself down, her head resting heavily on her pillow. He gently tucked the cover around her body and softly rubbed her upper arm.

"Do you want anything? An aspirin, or some water?" he wondered, but she shook her head.

"No, thank you" she answered.

"Ok, just thought I'd ask" he said and started to turn away, but her voice calling his name made him face her again.

"Yes, Jen?"

"Are you still gonna sleep in the guest room?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. He couldn't tell whether she wanted him to sleep in there or not.

"That depends on where you want me" he chose to answer, causing her to smile slightly.

"Can you sleep in here?"

"Of course, let me just get my stuff" he told her and gave her a smile before he walked off to the living room to get his cover and pillow. When he returned he stopped in the doorway, looking at her as she had already fallen asleep. He made his bed quickly, changed into another one of his old NCIS t-shirts and sweat pants and laid down onto the bed, pulling the cover over himself. He moved closer to Jen, her back was toward him, but he slid his arm around her waist, the cover between his arm and her body. He had a sudden urge to be closer to her, to snuggle up against her and feel the warmness of her body. But he satisfied himself with placing a kiss on the back of her head.

"Good night Jenny" he whispered and closed his eyes in exhaustion from having been up all night, anxiously waiting for her to come home. It wasn't too long until he surrendered to sleep as well, entering a dream world that brought him back to Paris, when the two of them had been nearly inseparable and their love as fresh and beautiful as the sunrise. He smiled in his sleep as he in vision saw her stand in front of him, sliding a ring onto his finger, a huge smile playing on her lips, and he felt how happy he had been when she had declared her eternal love for him, promising to stay with him until death parted them…

What will happen the morning after? Will Jen still be angry with him, or is she ready to forgive and stand by her wedding vows? Has Gibbs changed his mind regarding the divorce, or does he still think it would be best for them to go their separate ways?

That's it for now, but will update as soon as I can, as usual! Thanks for reading and please review!!!

Take care,

Emma