Sorry that I haven't added to this for a while, just got complete writers' block on this one, and had no idea what to write, got their in the end though, so enjoy guys! R&R please!
The next morning I woke up, not in my room, or my bed, with someone next to me in this bed that wasn't mine. God Jenny what did you do?
"Good morning."
"Jethro, no need to be smug. Don't think some stupid mistake means that we are having a relationship, because we aren't. Today is the last day you will ever see me." I got out of the bed and quickly found my clothes. I could feel Jethro watching me as I got dressed. "Would you stop watching me?" I knew I was being slightly unreasonable, but I wasn't in the mood for Jethro and his smart-ass antics.
"Jenny, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before." I whipped around, having just done up my top and glared at him. "What? It's true."
"Whether that is the case or not. At least respect my privacy." And with that I walked out of the room and into the bathroom to put my hair up in a messy pony-tail (I can't believe I didn't have a hairbrush with me!) and once I was ready I walked out of the bathroom and down stairs to the basement to find my jacket, shoes, bag and keys.
Jethro, being typical him, was already there and when he heard me he turned around and watched me coming down the stairs. "Do you need to watch every move I make?" I snapped, getting more and more pissed off by the minute.
"Did you mean what you said about this being the last time I will ever see you?"
"Yes, I did." I avoided looking at him, as I knelt on the floor to put my shoes on, and then looked around for my coat, before locating it on the back of the chair behind Jethro. "Please may you pass me my coat, Jethro?"
"Please stay for a while, Jen."
"I can't I'm afraid. I have things to do."
"That's a load of crap." I looked at him then. He was watching me very carefully.
I walked around him and picked up my coat. "Seeing as you obviously had no intention of giving it to me."
"Jenny, please." He almost sounded desperate. "Please can we just talk about this?"
"Jethro, there is nothing else to say. Now goodbye."
And then I walked away from him, for good this time, forgetting what Amelia had said to me the night before.
~NCIS~ ~JIBBS~ ~NCIS~ ~JIBBS~ ~NCIS~ ~JIBBS~
When I got home, I sat down in my study and broke down in floods of tears. I just sat there and let everything out. I cursed Jethro for making me feel the way I did; I cursed Amelia for making me believe it was a good idea for me to go over there last night; I cursed Paris for making it possible for me and Jethro to fall in love; I even cursed my parents for leaving me and for not being there for me to ask them for help; finally I cursed myself for not being hard enough to get over Jethro and just stay the hell away from him!
Once I was done crying and cursing the world, I turned on the radio and was just in time to hear the news. Not a lot was happening in the world, or at least nothing that I would have to get involved in. The only case I had at that moment in time was the arms dealers' case. I picked up the case file I was given yesterday and read through it. Suddenly a name jumped out at me that hadn't been mentioned the day before at any briefings or meetings. I hadn't got around to reading the file yesterday, because Amelia had come over and then I had made the mistake of going to see Jethro. I shook any thoughts of that bastard out of my head before I made another mistake by following that trail of thought again.
I looked back at the case file and read that line again.
Jasper Shepard and Rene Benoit (AKA La Grenouille) worked together to try to bring down this group of arms dealers, but the mission was stopped after Shepard's suicide. Benoit then joined the arms dealers after Jasper Shepard's death and Benoit is now the leader of the group.
I knew that my father's death had been concluded as suicide, but I knew in my gut that he hadn't killed himself; he had been murdered. And I knew in my gut that it was Rene Benoit who had killed him. I also knew to follow my gut; Jethro had taught me that… Amongst other things, not all work related… okay, Jenny. Let's leave that thought there and go back to the case.
Hopefully, if I catch the bastard for his arms dealing, I could try get him charged with the murder of my father. I now had a purpose, and with the thought of avenging my father's death, I forgot about the drama with Jethro.
So you please R&R and let me know what you think and what you want to happen next. I'll try add it in. Plan at the moment is that I cut to 6 years later when Jenny arrives back at NCIS as Director. what should happen? Should Gibbs be hostile, or instant sparks fly?
Lara xxx