Having signed all the paperwork to move to the pentagon, I left NCIS, my home for so long. As I had walked through the squad room, I avoided looking at anyone, but I felt Jethro's eyes on me as I walked. I got into my car and suddenly realised that, it would be hard, and I really didn't want to but I needed to explain to Jethro why he wouldn't see me tomorrow. Instead of going straight home, like I originally planned to, I went to his house.

I walked up to his house tried the door. As is the usual for Jethro, the door was unlocked and so I walked in, knowing Jethro wouldn't care, and went straight down to the basement, where Jethro always spent his time and I saw the massive boat that Jethro was making. It was only the basic structure but it looked amazing and I was overcome with awe at Jethro's talent.

I walked through the basement, looking at the familiar room and sat down in Jethro's seat in the corner of the room. As I sat waiting for Jethro, I suddenly realised that I had no idea what to say to him. I started thinking about that happened in Paris, the love I felt, the happiness and when I decided it had to end, the pain I felt. I remembered walking through the streets of beautiful Paris, holding hands, staying as close as I could to his side as I felt safe with him. I then thought back to our mission in Paris, the gun fights and the car chases. But through the long nights we always had each other, whether it was having a meal, going on stake outs or spending time together in other ways.

Then there was before Paris, when we were just field agents of NCIS, the cases we solved, how we always had each other's backs, but the jokes and laughs were always there as well, to keep us going on long, cold stake outs and boring times. But I didn't know how to explain to him that I was leaving NCIS; a place and job that I loved so much and that he would get a new partner.

Then it occurred to me… he would get a new partner… we would no longer be co-workers, a relationship between us would no longer be an issue. Maybe now I am leaving the office, our relationship might be able to happen? No Jenny… I thought you can't go there not after last time… I thought back to my last relationship, something I always tried to avoid. I had loved Sam. I really had loved him. But he abused me, cheated me and used me. Because of him I had no confidence. It was only after joining NCIS and meeting Jethro that I got the confidence to move on with my life and forget him. But I still live with the pain, embarrassment and upset every day. No one knows about it…. Not even Jethro.

But I still didn't have the confidence to trust in a new relationship. Not even with Jethro; who I trusted with my life every day. And I love Jethro, more than I had ever loved Sam, but I did not have the confidence to have a relationship with him, despite being given a chance to.

Then I heard the door to Jethro's house open. The basement door opened a moment later and Jethro walked down the stairs. "Jenny, what are you doing here?" Jethro looked shocked to see me.

"Saying goodbye Jethro." I said and as Jethro walked over to me and poured himself a drink of Bourbon, I stood up. Typical Jethro I thought. I knew Jethro loved his Bourbon. Something we share in common, amongst other things. As I thought that he looked at me "Want one?" God he always has been a mind reader.

"Please." I smiled and then got straight to the point. "Jethro I'm moving to work at the Pentagon."

"That's brilliant, Jen. When?" Jethro passed me my drink and leant against the boat.

"Tomorrow." I sipped my drink and watched Jethro closely trying to see his reaction. Normally people can't see a reaction in Jethro, but I have known him long enough, and gotten to know him well enough, to see that he was upset, but also in deep thought.

"Why didn't you say this before, Jen? You left it to the last minute to tell me." He looked upset, even slightly hurt.

"I only got offered the job today, Jethro." I said looking at him sadly, upset that he thought that I would not tell him something as important as that. "Jethro, you know I wouldn't keep something like this from you. I don't keep secrets from you. You know that, don't you?" As I said that, I thought about the secret I was keeping from him at that very minute… about Sam. I shook the thought from my mind.

"I know Jen, it's just so sudden. How long are you going to be there?" He looked so sad and as he spoke he walked around the room, and as he moved, I moved and stopped and took his place leaning against the boat.

"I don't know, the director didn't say." He started to walk towards me. "Jethro maybe this is a good time for me to leave, especially after Paris. Maybe then we can both move on and get on with our lives." He carried on walking towards me, until he was right in front of me, I stayed still, wanting something I would probably never get. But he stood in front of and then leant in and kissed me again he read my mind again, I had thought and I leant in and kissed him back, hard. My arms went back around his neck, and I pulled him closer and kissed him longer. He stroked my back, caressing me and I felt like I was going to explode, as I ran my hands over his beautiful sculptured body. I felt ecstatic and like earlier that day in the lift I forgot why I was there and why I was talking to him, what my intentions had been. I kept pulling him closer and closer, wanting him more and more. He had pulled my jacket off and put it on the floor, then as he ran his hands over my body, I pulled his coat off, but as his hands slipped under the thin material of my top, my brain woke up and I pulled away. "Jethro, I came to say goodbye. Not to encourage this, or make it harder" I spoke regretting it, all over again. I knelt down and picked up my jacket.

"Jenny, why are you so worried? We aren't partners anymore, are we? You handed in your badge didn't you?"

"Yes Jethro, I have. I just can't do a relationship, not now when I am starting my new job." Making any excuse, other than the truth which was Sam. "I need to do what is best for me." I pulled my jacket back on and walked around Jethro, and collected my coat, putting it back on, I turned back to Jethro, only to be met with the saddest look I have ever seen from him.

"Jenny…"

"No Jethro, I'm sorry, I have to go."

And with that I walked away.