A/N: Remember when I said this was a one-shot, yeah I lied. It's not really a second chapter but more of a next day add on. So as always enjoy and please review :).


Jenny didn't know if she was a strong person, the whole matter seemed to be just a giant pile of contradiction. On the one hand of course she was strong. You didn't get to be where she was without being strong let alone gain Gibbs's respect. But, on the other hand she was so unsure of where she was, it almost (but not quite) made her weak. Yes, so far she had managed to live a life clear of regrets but maybe that was because she wasn't strong enough to look back on her life and meddle. She was strong enough to realise that she couldn't change the past and to just accept it, at least.

Of course she was strong, she thought, but their was more then one side to strength; courage. Jenny knew she was definitely courageous. The things she had done with her life, stupid or not, took courage. Jenny couldn't have survived Paris, or a typical office day, without the courage to be brave and think on her feet; and she couldn't have survived her life if she didn't have the courage to run away.

And there was the contradiction: The courage to run away. Had what she had done taken courage or insured her eternal weakness. She had to be independent and she had to be strong but did what she did really take courage? In the eyes of hindsight the courageous thing would have been to talk things through, to sort something out; but was that really what she wanted?

The whole subject seemed to give her a headache, everything she wanted seemed to contradict itself. She wanted to be strong, to be a role model of sorts but she wanted to be with Gibbs. But did that even contradict itself? Was falling into a man's arms really a sign of weakness?

Nothing seemed to make sense, and no matter how many times she tried to make it make sense it just scrambled into a mess of confusion.

"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked. How he had made it into her office without her knowing was yet another mystery; but Jenny just sighed and shook her head, her day dreams must have made her unaware to his entrance.

"Never better," Jenny said brightly, smiling falsely. "Can I ask you a question though?" Jenny murmured.

"Since when do you go to me for advice," Gibbs chuckled, pulling out a chair and taking her seat.

Jenny took a moment to think of a witty reply, "I think you're pretty good at giving advice, except with the exception of marriage," she chuckled, still tangled in her thoughts.

Gibbs tried to stare her down, but failed when her sore her bright and innocent smile. "Go," he sighed, defeated.

"Am I a strong person?" She asked meeting his eyes.

"Of course you are Jen," he smirked, "you shouldn't need me to tell you that."

"I guess I shouldn't" she said smiling more sincerely now. "You know the strongest animals are those that can adapt?" she sighed calmly as if she was just repeating a random fact.

"You think you're weak because you haven't adapted?" Gibbs asked confused, questioning Jenny's sanity just slightly.

"No," Jenny said sternly, giving him one her famous stairs, "I am just considering adaptation."

"You've lost me?" Gibbs said, raising his hands in defeat.

"If you always do what you've always done then you'll always get what you always got," Jenny shrugged, trying to explain.

"What do you want to change?" Gibbs asked, confusion replaced by curiosity.

"I don't think I want to spend the rest of my life being the woman that just used you," Jenny sighed sadly.

"You didn't use me," Gibbs chuckled in disbelief, "you never did."

"Well maybe I want something different then," Jenny sighed, her tongue was tied as she tried to think of the right words to say.

"Like what," Gibbs said. "Or who?" he quickly added.

"No not like that," Jenny said clearly. "I just want to be yours, I think," she whispered staring at him, and hoping that he understood what she was trying to say. It was Gibbs, so of course he did.

"Isn't that weak?" Gibbs asked, slapping himself mentally for asking that question.

"I honestly don't care if it is, or isn't," Jenny sighed, "I just know it's what I want, and that I don't want to be without you."

Gibbs leaned over and kissed her; it was one of those moments when they were in complete understanding. They both knew that they needed each other and now Jenny had admitted it. It did not make her weak because she simply adapted. She didn't lose her independence nor her fiery red-headnesst. It just made her his, forever.

Fin, (really, this time its over :P)