Title: Snow Storms

Author: Mrs Scott323

For: madpsychogirl

Rating: K+

"It's getting colder and colder in the DC area. And the cold front is bringing in a snow storm. So if you had any plans to leave your house tonight.."

Jenny switched the channel before the weather man finished his talk. No one in their right mind would head out in this weather. On top of that, it was Christmas Eve and people were probably spending their time with their loved ones, their family.

Family. That would've been nice. But ever since they put her in the program, that option had been crossed off the list. A few of her new friends had invited her to join their celebration, but tonight she didn't feel like participating. She didn't feel like playing Nathalie. Tonight was for Jenny.

She wondered what her old friends were doing. Did Abby invite the team to gather under her black, red and skull filled Christmas tree or would they all drop by Jethro's basement unexpectedly?

Jethro – his name made her gaze travel to the glass in her hand. His favourite amber coloured beverage sloshed around. Maybe drinking wouldn't be the right option for tonight. She returned her glass to the coffee table and made her way to the kitchen. Hot chocolate with extra whipped cream would be much more appropriate for tonight.

As she mixed the ingredients and put the pan on the stove. Jenny thought about the past two years. Or actually – year and a half. She hadn't really remembered much from those first six months while in a coma.

The doorbell rang. A little hesitant she walked to the door. She wasn't expecting anyone and her weapon was upstairs in the nightstand drawer. It rang again, and she quickened her pace. Whoever it was, the weather was much too awful to leave them outside.

When she opened the door she was greeted by a snow covered head, looking down while he was shaking some snow off his shoes.

"Can I help you?"

The person in front of her stopped mid-shake. Looking up in surprise, but with a bit of weariness on his features.

"Jen?" His voice was filled with disbelief, and the look of surprise that formed on his face was mirrored on her own. He was the very last person she expected to see tonight.

"Jethro."

His gloved hand moved towards her face. His fingers softly touching her cheek. When he felt the contact he quickly retracted his hand. Pulling the glove off and returning his hand to its previous spot. He needed to feel her skin with his. Warm skin, any indication that it really was her.

Her hand covered his, entwining their fingers as she moved his hand from her face.

"Why don't you come inside."

He allowed her to pull him inside, it gave him the opportunity to study her some more. Any trace of illness or physical damages from the bullet wounds he'd seen her with the last time. But those marks were absent.

His mind was running a mile a minute, before he noticed that she'd left the room, she already returned with two mugs in her hands. Wordlessly he accepted the mug as they sat down on the couch. She turned off the television, not speaking a word either.

Without watching, he brought the mug to his mouth, but after the first sip, he spat out the drink. He glared at Jenny.

"What are you trying to do Jen, poison me?"

"Oh please, I doubt anyone has ever died from drinking hot chocolate. Plus, poisoning would eliminate all the fun of killing you."

"Ah, so you have thought about it?"

She grinned hat him, their ability to banter hadn't suffered from their separation, just for now- she'd be able to enjoy this moment. Before all the difficult questions followed.

"It's you own fault you know, you taught me to always be prepared."

"So what was first on your list?"

"Locking you in a room with Diane. If she hadn't killed you in an hour, you'd probably commit suicide."

They shared a laugh. Knowing that she was probably right. Then, silence filled the room once again. Jenny was waiting for him to ask his questions, and finally he lifted his head to look at her instead of his mug, the question apparent in his eyes.

How?

"They faked my death, according to SecNav, there was a plot to kill me, someone from my agent days. Some time after we were partners. They were sure of a mole inside NCIS, but hadn't been able to identify him or her. They put me in the program until the investigation is complete. But apparently, SecNav's investigation team is a group of incompetent idiots because I've been stuck here the past two years. The shooting in the old diner was real, but they decided that it was a convenient way to get me out of the picture, their first plan was to have me die by some kind of terminal disease."

He took a few moments to process it.

"Does Ducky know?"

"No one knew Jethro, I had papers drawn up to make sure Ducky wouldn't be allowed to perform an autopsy. With a letter explaining that I didn't want him to feel obliged to cut open one of his friends. Apparently, he didn't share that detail with you."

"Have you been here all this time?"

"I had to recover in the hospital after the shooting. They kept me in a coma for six months, allowing my body to heal. After that, they informed me of my new identity and new living arrangements. And now here we are." Then she thought of something.

"What were you doing out in this weather?"

"I promised my dad I'd spend Christmas with him, but Abby insisted I'd come to her before-Christmas brunch, I couldn't leave sooner."

"Your father?"

"He still lives in Stillwater."

Jenny remembered, the town was not five miles from her own. The roads must've been terrible he would've never stopped so close to his destination otherwise.

"You should stay here tonight, according to the meteorologists it's only getting worse tonight. You should give your father a call."

He didn't have to think about it for long, now that he'd found her, he wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Gibbs pulled out his cell phone and informed his father of his changed plans. Jenny was amused by his change in attitude while talking to his father, like a little boy being reprimanded by their parent.

They spent their night remembering, talking and just enjoying each other's company. Just like the Christmas they spent in Slovakia. Just after their brief stint in the Czech republic. She'd been recovering from a round in the thigh and they'd spent Christmas curled up in the small apartment they shared for this op. Together they watched a few cliché movies, subtitled in Czech. Tonight, the only difference was that they didn't follow a word from the film. Catching up was more important, being cut off from everyone she knew was hard on Jenny.

When Gibbs left to grab his overnight bag from the car she ran to her bedroom, quickly fixing her make-up and her hair. Regretting the fact that she'd opted for her most comfortable lounging outfit tonight. Her new closet full of clothes wasn't that refined as it used to be, but there was a dress that would be perfect for tonight.

Perfect for a night with him.

Gibbs put his bag next to the door and walked back to the living room. Jenny was nowhere to be found. He called her name, for a moment he was afraid he'd imagined it all. Some kind of hallucination. But then her voice telling him she'd be right back reassured him that it was true. She was alive. Is alive.

'Right back' turned into twenty minutes. He should have known. Then he finally heard her on the stairs. He decided to meet her in the hall, the scene gave him a déjà vu. It reminded him of the night Zack stayed at his house. The same woman, walking down a flight of stairs, looking amazing in a beautiful dress. Once again, he was grateful she let her hair grow out.

"You going somewhere?"

"Just thought I'd dress up for dinner, it is Christmas Eve."

" You look nice."

She straightened her dress and smiled at him. "I guess that is an improvement from 'I haven't decided yet.'"

"Really nice?"

Jenny moved closer to him, her smile changing into a smirk. "You know, sometimes I wonder how you ended up with four wives."

He copied her smirk and stepped closer, taking her hand. This time it was him entwining his fingers with hers, tugging her closer to him. "Fishing for compliments are we?"

"Shut up." She closed the gap between them, and kissed him, like she wanted to the first time he said her name on her doorstep. He returned her kiss with passion, lack of oxygen the only thing that separated them.

"Merry Christmas, Jethro."