Title: New Memories

Author: MatteaAM

For: fredesrojo

Rating: K+

A/N: I'm crap at writing this stuff and life has literally sucked every ounce of Christmas spirit out of me, so this was harder than a child birth. Please don't hate me. Merry Christmas!

It started off as a nice enough day. Jenny woke up to a snow-covered city, the tiny white snowflakes still falling down slowly here and there.

Christmas was not her favourite time of the year - not any more, anyways. It just made her feel more alone than she usually did - empty house sounded eerily quiet on Christmas morning and her relationship with her mother was not good enough for either of them to travel across the country.

But she had vowed not to let it get to her this year - she would stay in the office as long as she could and then would sleep in on Christmas morning. Ducky offered a Christmas dinner, but she politely rejected, fearing who she might - or might not, for that matter - run into there.

As the day went by, the weather situation got worse. Jenny did her best not to look out of the window - not that she could see far even when she did look. She knew she ought to go home earlier than planned if she wanted to avoid getting stuck in the traffic, but if she were honest, the thought of cold, empty, dark house on Christmas Eve terrified her. So she stuck to the plan - she read and re-read the files until her eyes went blurry and her head started pounding.

It was a few minutes after eleven when she finally put her glasses and pen down and decided it was time to leave.

Slowly, she put on her coat, wrapping the warm scarf tightly around her neck and taking the briefcase filled with more reports to lose herself in during a short - and yet, too long - Christmas break.

She locked her office swiftly, but her trip to the elevator was cut short when her eye caught a spot of light coming from downstairs. She came to a halt, gripping the railing and looking down.

There he was, his silvery hair shining in the little light that the lamp provided. He knew she was there - she could tell by the way his hand stopped writing, if only for a briefest of seconds, before it continued again, his eyes never leaving the paper.

Jenny looked at him for a few more seconds, before the realisation that he won't look up settled in and she went back to her task of making her way to the elevator, unsure why she felt a tinge of disappointment.

Lost in thought, she didn't even realise she was in the garage until the elevator door started closing again. She quickly exited, bee lining to her car. Half way there, however, she noticed something out of place.

She should have seen it coming, really. It's been going through her mind all day. In the back of her brain, she knew it would most likely happen. Still she stayed until everyone who could help her went home, and now her car was definitely in for a night in NCIS garage. Her and one other. One other she knew oh so well.

Only than did the realisation hit her - she was to spend a night, or better half of it, in NCIS building with Gibbs. A Christmas night, nonetheless.

Sighing heavily, Jenny made her way back to the elevator, all the while thinking what to do. She couldn't just go back into her office without telling him; but facing him in this awkward situation would definitely put their already very fragile relationship to the test.

Finally, as the door opened on his floor, she let out a shaky breath, saying to hell with everything and making her way to the bullpen. She flopped into McGee's chair, dropping the briefcase next to the desk and loosening her scarf and coat.

Gibbs lifted his eyes only for a second, throwing her a look she recognised as questioning before returning to his task.

"We're snowed-in," - she said matter-of-factly.

His eyes snapped to the window before meeting hers.

Jenny was momentarily taken aback by what she saw in them. It took her a few moments before she was able to place the look.

He was shocked, unpleasantly surprised; disappointed?

Was he going somewhere? Meeting someone?

The silence stretched between them until the questions whirling inside Jenny's head voiced themselves.

"You look disappointed. Missing a date?" - She tried for a casual, if not even teasing tone, but was very aware she failed miserably.

His eyes betrayed him.

A cloud of pain crossed them before his mask fell back into its place, leaving Jenny bewildered.

Until it hit her. And she almost gasped, wanting to slap herself. Why didn't she think of that? Why did her mind jump to the date immediately? Was she jealous?

Of course she was.

The way his eyes softened made her aware he knew she realised her mistake. They were always so attuned.

She looked down before looking at his eyes again and offering a small smile.

"Well, when you're done with your paper work, I have some Bourbon in my office."

How was he to take it? Jenny herself wasn't sure. An invitation? It sure as hell sounded like one. An offer? Of what, she wasn't sure. An apology? Most likely.

He walked in her office a couple of minutes later, putting the manila folder onto her desk wordlessly. A half filled tumbler was already waiting on the edge of the drinking cabinet.

He took it, smiling slightly and making his way to the sofa, where she was sitting, her head resting against the wall, eyes closed.

"Tired?" - He asked.

She opened her eyes slowly, taking in the distance he put between them as he sat on the armchair on the other side of the coffee table; sighing quietly before she answered.

"No more than usual. I just didn't plan to spend my Christmas Eve like this. Not that I planned much."

She left the unfinished thought hang in the air.

Both took a sip from their respective glasses, silence engulfing them again.

"You wanted to go to, um," - Jenny began, uncertain if she should bring the subject up or not.

The nod of his head made it easier on her.

"I haven't seen my Dad in a while. He always did love Christmas. Maybe I should pay him a visit tomorrow?"

She realised she was talking to herself more than to him. She also realised she never told him about her father. She suspected he knew either way.

Their eyes met again and both smiled.

"You going to Ducky's dinner tomorrow?" - Jenny finally asked, when silence began to carry a lot more meaning than it should have.

Were they supposed to be this comfortable in silence?

"Abby begged."

Jenny's smile widened.

He didn't appear to be in a conversational mood. Then again, he never did.

"It's been a long time since we've been together on a Christmas Eve."

The words left her mouth before she could even think about them.

"Eight years," - he replied, not missing a beat.

Was he thinking about it, too?

The images of a less conventionally spent Christmas filled her head and she could feel the blush creeping over her cheeks.

She sat up quickly, making her way to the drinking cabinet. What the hell was she thinking?

She put both of her hands on the cold surface, her head hung down; loud moans still filled her ears and when she closed her eyes, all she could see was the two of them, tossing around in the bed.

She quickly filled and knocked back a generous amount of alcohol, her eyes shutting down as the harsh liquid made its way down her throat.

She turned around finally, only to find him looking at her intently. Much closer than where she left him.

She stared back, unable to take her eyes off of his.

Neither was sure how long this lasted, but the air around them was quickly getting charged and soon Jenny found it hard to breathe.

She turned back to the alcohol bottle quickly and filled her glass, but before she could knock it back, a calloused hand covered hers, the other one planting itself on the wooden cabinet, very close to her body.

Jenny's breath caught in her throat as his hand made hers let go of the glass.

"Merry Christmas, Jenny," - a whisper filled her ear as he planted a soft kiss just below it.

She gasped.

"Merry Christmas, Jenny," - a whisper filled her ear as Gibbs planed a soft kiss just below it. She spun around and smiled broadly.

"Merry Christmas, Jethro," - she said before she kissed him, slow at first; just the appreciation of him being there, next to her. But soon enough, the kiss progressed into something much more…

Jenny's eyes snapped open and she froze for a moment, not entirely sure what to do.

But his hot breath on her neck made her skin break into goosebumps and, as if by its own will, her head tilted, giving him more access.

His hand moved from the wooden surface to her waist, squeezing gently before he spun her around.

Their eyes met for the umpteenth time that evening. Only this time, the looks in them said so much more.

She smiled. He smiled.

Their lips met half way.

It was time for some new memories.

- THE END -