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The rain continued to pour as Gibbs drove through the streets of Washington DC. As he drove he was thinking of the events over the past couple of days, but more importantly in the past half an hour. What had just happened? He stood there, in pouring rain, smiling! What was wrong with him? He felt the chemistry between himself and Jenny, something he thought had ended after he left for Mexico. He had wanted to kiss her, but he wasn't sure where they sat with each other, especially after last night.

She had asked him to stay the night, but he had said no. Like he had told the previous woman, he couldn't start anything while he was in the middle of case. He needed his whole head in the game, especially because this time it concerned a child. However, it wasn't as clean cut with Jenny. She was a complicated woman, she wasn't easy to understand. Had she taken the word "no" as to mean never? Did she understand that there was a child in the house who didn't need an early sex education? He couldn't be sure. Women were complicated. Something he would spend the rest of his life trying to figure out.

As he was trying to figure out how women would perceive the word "no" he pulled into his driveway. The rain here wasn't as heavy as it was at the Navy Yard, but he still got wet running up to his front door. First things first, he needed to change out of his wet clothes. He remembered that he had once told his team that he never got sick. In his teams' eyes, they could understand why a bug wouldn't want to attack him. He was Gibbs. Invincible. A bastard. But he had lied. He had been sick before. It was just part of his tough, ex-marine persona. The sensitive side he never let show, or not very often. And when he did, he often ended up being burnt.

After he had changed into something more comfortable, he made his way down to the basement. He had seen Jenny today, they seemed fine. Surely she wasn't upset about last night, could she? Was she just being a professional? She was his boss after all. And there were people around. But the look she gave him while on the balcony, now that was different. Sad. Melancholy. But what about?

At this point in time he was debating whether he should go and talk to Jenny. Explain himself. Clear the air. But would she want to talk? She was stubborn and she clearly didn't want to be around him. Then there was the opposite end of the spectrum. Did he want to talk to her? Did he want to clear the air; he certainly didn't like talking. But, Jenny was different to everyone else. Did he want to get involved with her again? He had just come out of a relationship, or sorts, and ended up hurting the woman in the process. By getting involved with Jenny, would he only be hurting her? Or, was he hesitating because he didn't want to get hurt again.

He still didn't understand what had happened in Paris, but he knew, to a certain degree, that part of her decision was her career. But did she regret that choice? She did ask him to stay last night; it's clear that she is lonely. Did she just want some company, from a friend? If that had been the case, he had been really cold towards her. Harsh in fact. Jenny, why did everything have to be so complicated about her?

But, just thinking about Jenny and Paris brought butterflies to his stomach. He always trusted his gut to steer him in the correct path. Maybe it was telling him something….

Ducky, Tony, Abby and even McGee, Palmer and Cynthia could all sense something between them. If they valued their lives then they wouldn't be secretly making bets behind their backs. Like DiNozzo would quote, "One does not just simply annoy the Director and have a good life". Where did he even get that quote from anyway? Maybe there was something to it. But this led back to the main question at hand, should he go and talk to Jenny? Talking to her at home was certainly better than talking to her at the office, especially due to its sensitive nature. Maybe he should just work on the boat and get drunk on bourbon. But, that never really worked before. What did work in the past?

He could remember before Mexico, when he would stroll into her office with food. They would just sit, and talk, or reminisce about their past exploits together. They were friends, it wasn't complicated. He looked out for her, and she looked out for him. But both of their secrets had ruined that form of friendship now. He ruined it first, but she shut it out altogether. Maybe he should go and take some responsibility for once. He has hurt too many people in the past, but he was definitely capable of fixing this. That is, if he hadn't left it too late.

The clock on the counter read 0030. A lot had happened in two hours. But he had made up his mind. He knew Jenny, and he knew that she wouldn't be asleep at this moment in time. So, he got up and started to head up his rickety stairs. It was time to face his demons and fix things with Jenny, hopefully for the better. He grabbed his wallet, car keys and a new bottle of bourbon. He would definitely be needing this if things turned sour. He went outside, where the rain had seemed to ease up for the time being. He closed the store, thinking that hopefully he and Jenny could make amends. It was this thought that carried him to his car, and on his way to Jenny's house.