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Part III

She says the Bible is all that she reads.

Jethro walked into her lime green room that brightened her green eyes. Her blonde hair was put up in a bun and she had her reading glasses perched on top of her nose as a book was opened in front of her.

"Hey Hol," he greeted her moving closer and brushing his lips against hers before standing back up and walking to his sea bag to get changed for bed. He had been on a three day none stop top priority case and he was tired as hell.

"Whatcha reading?" he asked her trying to glimpse at the small pocket book. She hid it away from his site and had him figuring that it was one of those trashy romance books just like Jenny use to read.

"It's nothing," Hollis said brushing it off and putting it aside on her side of the table along with her reading glasses. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him. "I've missed you."

"Tough case," he replied. It was the best he could do, she knew that he wasn't very good with words. Miraculously though, she seemed to accept her even if she was like that.

"Come on, Jethro," Hollis said taking his hand and pulling it. "Let's get to bed."

Jethro was a man, he couldn't complain. He looked over at the desk to see what she was reading and though he saw the words "BIBLE" as the title. Hollis man was reading the Bible? That was… decent.

"You were reading the Bible, and now you want to embark in pre-marital sex?" Jethro joked around. He was looking at Hollis and didn't fail to see the glare that she sent his way. He wasn't a very religious man. He had stopped believing in a higher power after his family had been ripped away from him. He didn't think they would want anything to do with him anyway, with three divorces, that has to look bad in any religion.

"Jethro…"

and prefers that I not use profanity

"Fuck, Holli I was just joking!" Jethro defended putting his hands up.

"Ugh, you know how I don't like it when people use those words," Hollis berated him. Gibbs shut up looking at Hollis and slipping under the covers next to her in silence.

He wasn't really in the mood now.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs closed his eyes trying not to think about Hollis and how she was so different from Jenny, but try as he might. A memory of Jenny seeped its way to him.

Your mouth was so dirty

It was late at night in a Parisian hotel that Gibbs heard loud thud followed by muttered cusses.

"Jenny, you alright?" he called out to her. She was getting ready in the bedroom while he waited outside in the attached living room type place, waiting for her to get ready. They had reservations, after all.

"Fan-fcking-tastic," she replied sarcastically.

Gibbs shook his head walking over to their bedroom where he opened the door to find her sitting on the bed clutching on her wrist. He walked over to her fast trying to see if she had hurt herself.

"Let me see," Gibbs said sitting down beside her on the bed and taking her wrist from her tight grip. He could see a bruise slowly forming, marking her pale skin in comparison. "What happened?"

"That fucking bracelet happened," Jenny cursed at the inanimate object.

"Jenny, relax," Gibbs said massaging her shoulders. "I'll buy you another one."

"That one was from my father," Jenny said. Gibbs nodded, Jenny didn't really talk about her father, but he knew that he meant a lot to her just as Shannon and Kelly meant a lot to him. All he knew was that her father had died not too long ago and she was still mourning over his death.

"Well then we'll get it fixed."

"Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?"

"Many times, but I never get tired of hearing it," Gibbs said with a smirk.

To this day, that was still true, he would never get tired of hearing her say it, if she said it to him anymore.

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