Set after Lost and Found, this one if from Jens point of view, here Gibbs confronts her about the letters.

I knew he was playing me, from the moment he walked into my office and handed me the file for signature, I knew it, but for some reason I couldn't stop myself from playing along. It has always been the way with him, I just want to be with him and if that means playing along with some game, even though I am unsure of the rules, I will. I was actually looking forward to having a child in my home, the house was too quiet and I hoped that he would bring some well needed noise.

I stood in the doorway watching him and Carson, my heart tightened at the thought that I should have been standing there watching him with our child. I told him I had forgotten how good he was with kids but I hadn't. I thought about it every day

"It's been a long time, us together, outside the office." He thought for a second.

"Paris. If you don't count hospitals and car chases." I laughed gently.

"I don't. Once upon a time I would have asked you to stay and I wouldn't have taken no for an answer." He looked at me; I could see the internal struggle.

"No."

"What happened Jethro?"

"You made a choice."

"I had to do what was best for me, I still do." He gave me his crooked smile but I could see anger, for some unknown reason, squirming behind his eyes. I closed the door behind him. I turned to walk back up the stairs and was stopped by a knock on the door. I frowned as I saw the culprit.

"Forget something Jethro." I asked with my hands on my hips.

"Are you doing what's best for you now Jen?" He asked. I stared at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you doing what's best for you now?" He repeated, getting angrier by the second. I stared at him, running my answer through my mind. I kidded myself into believing that we were on the same page.

"No." I said quietly, "But some things just can't be, no matter how much we want them to." He stormed past me and into my study. He walked round my desk and opened one of the drawers. I held my hand out to stop him.

"Jethro! Don't." I pleaded as he pulled his hand out of the drawer, he was holding the envelopes. I closed my eyes, sighed and readied myself for the questions. When none came, I tried to leave the confines of the study, Jethro's anger was rolling off him in waves and it was making it hard for me to breathe. His hand closed over my arm and spun me around; his eyes were like ice, he shook an envelope in my face.

"Who the hell is he Jen?" He demanded and my brow furrowed in confusion, "Is it that…Doctor?" He spat. Realization hit me and I nearly laughed in his face. He saw the amusement in my eyes because his hand tightened around my arm and I winced slightly as he pulled me closer to him.

"Who is he Jen?" He whispered the fury in his voice almost tangible. I wrenched my arm out of his grasp.

"Are you being intentionally obtuse Jethro?" I asked and felt pleased with the look of bewilderment that crossed his face.

"What are you talking about Jen?" He asked his voice dangerously low.

"Of course it's "the Doctor", as you so eloquently put it, and his name is Todd. Who else did you think it would be?" I almost regretted the lie as soon as it fell from my mouth, almost. I knew I was being cruel, but the fact that he was completely ignoring the obvious made me so angry. "You left, remember? You left me; you told me didn't remember anything and left. I may have left you in Paris Jethro, but I never claimed not to remember anything." I nearly screamed at him. He gripped me again by the arms and pulled me towards him, for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me. "You're hurting me." I whispered.

"I remember everything." He said and let me go. He turned away and stalked towards the drinks cabinet. He started pouring himself a drink.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked. He turned to me and offered me a glass. I nearly took it and threw it at him. When I remained motionless, he drained his glass and slammed it down.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked and I swear I almost heard hurt in his voice. I suddenly remembered the reason for our argument and turned to him.

"How dare you." I spat, "How dare you invade my privacy and then have the audacity to lecture me about not telling you." My voice rose in anger. His eyes flashed dangerously at me and I nearly winced, I stood my ground though and stared at him.

"Don't lecture me about invading your privacy Jen, if I hadn't, you would have shot René." He countered.

"Oh, and I suppose you think I should thank you for that." I scoffed. "Reading the letters and taking the magazine are two completely different things Jethro." He seemed to deflate suddenly.

"I just wanted to see if you knew what you were doing, Jen. You're my friend and I worry about you." I don't want to be your friend Jethro, I want to be so much more than that, I wanted to scream at him. His sudden quietness was completely out of character and it angered me even more. I rushed to the door and held it open for him. He looked dejected as he walked out. He turned around to say something at me; I stopped him by holding up my hand.

"If you want to know so much about my life then read the damn thing." I demanded as I thrust a letter into his hand, pushed him out of the door and slammed it behind him. Only then did I realize which letter I had thrown at him.

Gibbs drove home in a daze. He didn't quite understand what had happened, he didn't know why he had been so angry with Jen, but was furious with himself for hurting her. Anger had blinded him for a minute and truth be told it scared him. He didn't touch the letter that was burning a hole in his chest pocket until he was in the haven that was his basement. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to read it. He settled on the floor with his back leaning against the sideboard. He took a deep breath and pulled out the letter.

My Darling Jethro,

This is the hardest thing that I have ever had to do and some small part of me hopes that you are finding as hard to read as I am finding it to write…

I'm thinking there is only 1 more left to go.

V!

xox