Author notes: I am so sorry for the long wait but I went back to school and my life has been hectic. I am sorry that the events mentioned in this chapter will not be in the right order and I am sorry it is only a short chapter; I could only write now because I got no homework today woo! I would also like to apologise for Gibbs being out of character. Anyway enjoy and tell me what you think :D

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"Jethro what's the matter?"

"Jen?" Gibbs was now really confused, was it all a dream?

Jenny moved over to him from the door way as he lowered his gun, she came and sat on the end of the bed.

"Jen?" he said again. Him questioning her and the hurt look on his face caused Jenny to feel a pang of guilt to shoot through her.

She brought her hand up and placed it on his cheek. "It's okay Jethro, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere ever again"

"So you did go…" Gibbs gestured with his hands not knowing how to word his sentence "So yesterday did happen, your funeral?"

Jenny had never seen Gibbs question himself before. She guest it was him trying to protect his heart; he had been through so much heart ache; first with his mother dying, then with Shannon and Kelly's murder and all the ex-wives with the divorces (if he was actually sad about all of that) and then there was her.

Jenny nodded, a single tear falling down her face; she felt so awful for making him go through the funeral and making him think that he had lost her. In a way she had lost herself; she was so wrapped up in herself she failed to see how her plan would hurt the one man she ever truly loved. Gibbs pulled her into an enveloping hug, this for Gibbs affirmed her being there, and for Jenny the physical contact was comforting.

"If everything you told me yesterday was true, that means you" Gibbs corrected himself; he was going to help her in whatever way he could; he had already lost too many people in his life including her, he was not letting her go again. His correction made Jenny smile but it faded when he continued as the gravity of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks, she still had miles to go before she was home safe and sound. "We are not out of the woods yet. I will help you, you know that?"

Jenny nodded and her thought of her conversation with Jethro came flooding back to her.

FLASHBACK

"Jenny what the hell is going on? Are you in trouble?" she could hear the worry in his voice. Jenny and Gibbs had arrived at Gibbs' house after the funeral. Gibbs didn't want to let her out of his sight ever again; the last time he did that, she was gone for good.

"Jethro, I will tell you everything, you just have to calm down first and have some coffee, okay?" Jenny was trying to think positive.

Gibbs sat down while Jenny made them each a mug of fresh, steaming, black coffee and sat down opposite Gibbs at the dining table.

"Jen please tell me what's going on, I can help you"

Jenny just wanted to pick up the scared little three year old boy inside of Jethro and tell him that everything will be alright, hell she couldn't even tell older Jethro that everything will be alright; because right now she can't see how it ever will be.

She took a deep breath and started "it all began when you were in that explosion and you lost your memory, before you quit" Jethro gave her a glare. She did it on purpose to try and lighten the mood. "Retired. Do you remember Todd Gelfand?" Gibbs' blood boiled at the thought of Todd being with Jenny. She continued when he gave a slight nod. "Do you remember when you asked if I was sick?" cogs started to turn in Gibbs' head "I lied when I told you my health was fine and I tried to brush the question off by threatening yours" there was a slight pause while Jenny tried to pluck up the courage and tell him. Gibbs sensed her reluctance and so grabbed her hand across the table "I have a form of motor neuron disease, it is quite rare and impossible to cure" a stray tear fell down her cheek; Gibbs brushed it away with his calloused hands.

"Jen, you can take a break" Gibbs tried to comfort. But she shook her head and carried on.

"When I met Todd, he seemed to notice a few of my symptoms him being a doctor and all. We discussed possible treatments but when he found out what form it was the hope left his eyes as did mine" she paused and took another deep breath to try and steady her emotions, she also took a sip of her coffee "we kept in contact after that and then one day he called me and told me that he had an idea of a cure or an idea to help me at least. So I went to see him, we ran some tests and then he told me that for this to work I would have to be kept in a facility where others like me were. It sounds horrible and cruel now that I said that, but it really wasn't it was nice." Jethro interrupted her.

"So why did you have to fake your death?" he grabbed her hand again for the support he knew she would need to get through the next part.

She took a deep breath and pushed herself to tell him what she felt she owed him.