A/N: So this is the last one I had, thought I'd get this story out of the way before I enjoy paradise.
I'm not particularly proud of this chapter either.
May be OOC; but that's up to you guys to decide.
Oh, and no more Hollis on this chapter. Sorry!
Happy reading.

Part V

It was two weeks after the little shindig and breaking up with Hollis that Gibbs had found himself outside a familiar townhouse in Georgetown. Hollis was long gone to Hawai'i and he has been single for a while, re-evaluating his life and why he was being haunted by the memories of the past. He came to only one conclusion; he was still in love with Jennifer Shepard.

Coming up with that conclusion was the easy part.

The hard part was actually admitting the fact that he was still in love with her, to her face and see her reaction to it.

He was outside her door at the moment, knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell hoping that she would answer soon. The wait was (if he had to admit) was making him antsy about it all.

He rang the doorbell again, this time hearing movement from inside her house.

He really did hope that nobody was there with her, that would just be awkward for everyone involved.

The large oak door opened revealing her in her fluffy white robe and bed head hair. They stood there just staring at each other until Jenny finally gave in and opened the door wide enough for him to come in.

They both immediately migrated to the study where Jenny poured them a glass of bourbon, handing his to him while taking a sip of hers.

"What are you doing here, Jethro?"

Gibbs didn't know what to say. To stop from sounding cliché, he had everything planned out until this moment. Where the lights bounced off her pale skin and her red hair giving her a kind of angelic glow. He was mesmerized by her beauty and hope that she wouldn't notice that fact.

"Lock up when you leave," Jenny said placing her glass down on her desk walking towards the door to go back to sleep.

She was used to Gibbs coming here just for company. Just to remind himself that she was still there and sometimes get comfort from that fact. They had been around each other for so long that they didn't even need to say anything when he came over. But that routine stopped when the Colonel had entered the picture, and Jenny was more than curious as to why it's starting up again. Did that mean that the Colonel was out of the picture?

Nevertheless, it wasn't her place, not anymore. Jenny wasn't sure that it had ever really been. So she made her way up the stairs only to be stopped by Gibbs calling out for her.

"Yes, Jethro?" she asked turning from her spot on the staircase to Gibbs who was on the leveled floor staring up at her.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything really.

"I…" he started. It was like he had morphed back into the man that he was before Shannon and Kelly's death. Yes, he was a tough-as-nails Marine but he didn't let the toughness consume him. The extra 'B' in his name hadn't stood for bastard back then; it didn't really stand for anything.

"Jethro?" Jenny questioned. She knew that he wasn't very good with words nor was he great at saying what it is that was going through his mind. He was cryptic and mysterious, but she had learned how to read him so long ago that she knew what he was thinking and what he meant. Most of the time, anyway.

"Jenny," he breathed.

That was all he really needed to say to make her come down the stairs and come face to face him with.

"What about Hollis? She's perfect for you."

Gibbs shook his head closing the gap between them.

"You."

You could mean so many things, but now wasn't the time to analyze it. Instead they both lent in for the kill.

Hollis Mann, who?

I loved you
Gray sweat pants
No make up
So perfect

Our love was comfortable and so broken in.

She's perfect
So flawless
I'm not impressed
I want you back

Comments/Criticism? No flames please.