I'M SO SOOOOOO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE. I'M NOT GONNA USE THE EXCUSE "I'M BUSY" CAUSE IT'S NOT COMPLETELY TRUE. LIKE I HAVE SAID MANY TIMES, THIS CHAPTER WAS IMPOSSIBLY HARD TO WRITE. I DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO WRITE JIBBS. TO ME THEY ARE ONE OF THE MORE COMPLICATED COUPLES, BECAUSE THEY HAVE A HISTORY. ALONGSIDE ALL THE NORMAL AMAZING REVIEWS I GET, I WANT TO ESPECIALLY THANK DIZZY-IN-THE-IZZY AND NCISgirl1527 FOR THEIR AMAZING HELP ON THIS CHAPTER. I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU. BUT IT'S UP NOW, AND IT'S LONG, AND I THINK ONE OF MY BETTER CHAPTERS. SO YOU DON'T ALL HATE ME, RIGHT? RIGHT? HERE WE GO.

Jibbs

He didn't want to be here. Who would want to be here? This should be used as a torture technique... or interrogation, but what was the difference, really.

He and Jenny sat down in their normal spot, waiting for the dreaded moments in which the Prince and Princess of Darkness would enter the room. And then he heard it, the slow, heavy footsteps coming from the other side of the door. He watched as the knob slowly turned, and the door creaked open to reveal the hideous creatures waiting on the other side.

Gibbs sighed, wanting this to be over and done with. Therapists were almost as bad as lawyers. Almost.

"Well, it's good to see you up and about this early." Anita said cheerily, greeting them as she walked in. "I hope you slept well last night."

"Very well, thank you." Replied Jenny in her overly sweet 'I'm gonna pretend to like you because I have a reputation to protect but I really hate your guts' manner.

Not hearing the undertone beneath the statement, Anita smiled, hoping she would finally have a good morning. Usually morning sessions were the worst, a consequence of the fact that most people like to sleep.

"Okay, I'm assuming you both just want to get this over with..."

"Don't even wanna be here in the first place." Gibbs grumbled into his freshly brewed coffee.

Anita laughed nervously, loosing her confidence in the fact that this would be a good morning. Maybe she shouldn't be so quick to judge with these two... she cleared her throat. "Heh heh. Anyway, as I was saying we're going to try to get this over with as quickly as possible, so we're gonna skip all the small talk and cut right to the chase, so let's start with what we know. Jenny, you are his boss," At this Gibbs rolled his eyes and looked away from everyone, "but he seems to have been working for the agency longer, why is that?"

"I handle politicians more... civilly than him," Jenny started smirking, "and he is very good at what he does. To put him anywhere else would be a crime."

"You both seem to.... for want of a better term, like each other. Hmm... From my observations you seem to be closer than what I would expect from a normal boss/subordinant relationship. Is there a reason for that?"

"Nope." Gibbs replied shortly.

"That was an abnormally... quick response. You sure?" He just glared at her. This was going to be a difficult one, so she turned to the cooperative one of the two and tried to look cute, "Jenny?" She tried pleadingly.

"We have... worked together before. We were partners many years ago, like Tony and Ziva now."

"Exactly like Tony and Ziva?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they seem to be... close, you know? Partners in more than one sense."

At this Gibbs looked angry, "They are partners and only partners. They know better than to have a relationship with someone they work with, other than a professional one. It just complicates things."

At this Anita and Ralph glanced at each other and smirked, "Well that brings up some interesting questions like, 'What was it that brought you to believe it? Personal experience?'," Ralph smiled mischievously, "but I have a feeling the answers to those questions will lead us back to our original one: Why is it that you seem to have such a close relationship?"

Gibbs looked up to the ceiling and sighed, then glanced to Jenny for her to save them. He was NOT talking about their... past. No way.

Jenny rolled her eyes at him, "We can't tell them that..." She whispered so that the therapists couldn't hear.

"I know we can't. You can." He whispered back.

"No, that isn't...."

"They'll find out eventually."

"You don't know that. They can't read minds."

"Close enough."

At this Jenny smiled slyly at him, "You're intimidated by them."

"I am not." Gibbs denied. "I don't get intimidated."

"I intimidate you."

"You do not."

"HEY!!!" They looked up to see Ralph and Anita smirking at them again, "The point of 'therapy' is for you to talk to the 'therapists'. No matter how cliché this is, it does help. What's going on here?" Anita scolded.

Ralph realized they weren't going to talk and were now giving each other the cold shoulder, so he cut in to the awkward silence, "So you two used to be partners. Judging by your reactions to each other and what you are saying, and your bickering, you were, and still are, close. There is also a part of your... past that you don't want to talk about, but now you've got me curious. What is it." His rant was met with more silence. "Okay, Gibbs. You haven't been talking a lot these last few days. You. Talk. Now."

Gibbs almost looked scared. Almost. He was a marine, and that was an order, so he cleared his throat and started talking, "Well," he coughed nervously, "We went on a mission in Paris together... and, ummm.. we got... close." He tired avoiding the main point of why they were having the and Ralph turned to Jenny.

She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that morning and got right to the point, "We made love."

Anita coughed awkwardly, "Well, that is quote a choice of words. Saying 'We made love' has a very different connotation than 'We had sex'. It implies deeper meaning and feelings."

"No it doesn't." Gibbs argued hurriedly, "It's the same thing said in different ways."

"Not to a woman, it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No, sex is a form of physical pleasure, love making is more committing and emotional. It insinuates the idea that there is more to it than just the physical aspect." By this point Jenny and Gibbs were looking everywhere but at each other, but she kept going, "Does this mean there was meaning to the sex? Did you have deeper feeling for each other? Were you in love?"

You could have heard a pin drop. Gibbs and Jenny's eyes wandered the ceiling, until their eyes accidently met and they began to laugh nervously until it died away into more silence.

"Well..." Ralph prompted.

"Well," Jenny stared, "in the technical definition of the term love is the sense of euphoria created by the hypothalamus when one persons subconscious is attracted to another person's subconscious. In that sense, yes we were."

"You know what I meant."

"Yes, I did."

At this Anita glared at her, annoyed that she was refusing to answer the question. Yeah, it was part of her job to be patient, but come on, there was nothing messed up about these people, except maybe the fact that they were all a little emotionally disturbed, but then again who wasn't? She took a deep breath. "Okay, did you feel any sort of non sexual attraction towards each other?" Silence. "Okay, let's try again... ummmm, have you ever considered getting married?

At this Jenny snorted in laughter. She couldn't help it, it just slipped out.

Ralph smiled in relief, "Ahhh, see! Now we have something to work with here. Why would you think that is so funny."

Gibbs' eyes widened, and she looked over at Jenny and begged with his eyes for her to keep quiet, but Jenny couldn't miss this opportunity to put all the attention away from her on to Gibbs. "You would have to ask Jethro about that one." She said, a guilty smile on her face.

Gibbs' eyes widened. He did not want to have this conversation anytime, but most definitely not in front of the therapists. He looked at Jenny with a look of pure loathing. This was a betrayal. How could she? Obviously very easily. Then again if he was put in that situation, he probably would have done the same thing to her, but still...

"Why did she turn this over to you?" Anita asked curiously.

Gibbs looked at the ceiling... again. He swore if moments like these kept being brought up he would have the ceiling memorized panel for panel by the end of the hour, "I haven't had the best track record with women."

"Ahh, I see, how many divorces?"

"Three."

"You've been married three times?"

Gibbs froze. All of a sudden Jenny was feeling a lot guiltier for what she had done. No one deserved to be put into that situation, so she tried to save him, "Does it really matter how many times?"

"Yes it does, but that wasn't the question, what am I missing out on here, I feel that I am missing out on something."

"I thought these things were supposed to be about how the patient feels?"

"No distractions, what are you trying to distract me from? Why are you making such a big deal over the fact that you've been married three times? Many people have been married twice that amount."

"Because I've been married four times."

"But you just said...."

"I know."

"So you lied...?"

"No."

"But then.... you're married."

"Nope."

"Am I missing something? You were married four times and divorced three, but... oh." Anita realized what was going on. "Tell me about her."

Gibbs didn't move. He wasn't going to say this. There wasn't enough bourbon in the world. "Gibbs...." Anita looked at him, now actual concern on her face.

"They died, it's behind me, end of story."

"They?"

Gibbs made to stand, but Jenny took his hand and pulled him back. "His daughter, too." A shocked look crossed the faces of the therapists. They were both at a loss for words.

Finally Ralph cleared his throat. "I would say I'm sorry, but that doesn't seem to cut it."

"Don't apologize, it's a sign of weakness." Gibbs said, still trying to convince them he was over it.

"Gibbs, you need to talk about it." Anita said slowly, not really sure yet how to handle the situation. "Let's start with her name."

"Her name was...." Jenny started for him.

"No, no, no." Anita stopped her quickly. "He needs to do this. Her name?"

"Shannon." He stated quietly.

"And your daughter?"

"Kelly."

"What happened."

"They died."

"How?"

"Car crash."

"Was it a drunk driver?"

"Shooting."

"Oh my. Maybe you better start at the beginning of this one."

At this Jenny drew the line. "Please, if you want the whole story, let me? Please?"

Anita pursed her lips. She wanted Gibbs to be the one to say this, to get it out of his system, but she also knew she wasn't going to get very far with him and she wanted to know what happened, so she complied, and with that Jenny went on to explain what had happened. By the end of the story, Gibbs had his hand rested against his mouth and he was staring off into space. It was obvious he wasn't completely with them.

"Gibbs, you need to talk about it." Anita told him.

He snapped up out of his trance, "I don't need to do anything. I'm fine." He truthfully assured everyone in the room. He didn't need to do anything. He was fine dealing with this on his own, and even if he should, he didn't want to. People should relearn semantics.

Although Anita wanted more, she could tell this was going to go nowhere, so she changed the subject back to the main topic, wives, "Does this effect your work at all? Personally or professionally."

"No."

"So the fact that you've been divorced three times and 'made love' to your boss doesn't effect your work."

"Not at all."

"You've put it all behind you?"

"Yup."

"Well, it seems that we are running out of time, so we're gonna end things on a lighter note, and make sure there are no hard feelings about anything said, so, just as a precaution, let's see a hug."

Gibbs and Jenny looked awkwardly at each other before carefully hugging one another for a little longer then necessary.

They were about to stand up and leave when Ralph stopped them and looked at Gibbs, "Just one last question. It pertains to our discussion yesterday and part of our discussion today, and I'm merely curious.... When did you come up with rule twelve? Before or after Paris."

Gibbs stood up and walked towards the door smirking, Jenny following. He didn't turn around, but just before he walked out, he called back "After." And with that the door closed to the sound of Jenny's convivial laughter.

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