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Chapter 6

It was a month after the holiday festivities that Leroy Jethro Gibbs would set eyes on Genvieve Staton once again. Yes, he and Hollis were still seeing each other but there were those times that he remembered, not Shannon and Kelly but Jenny Shepard. The little things about her like how she liked to bake but she can't cook a single damn thing, how she didn't make a weird face when she put her make up on. It was the same concentrated face that she had when she worked unlike all the other women he hads been with. It was those little things, and it was what he picked up on while standing in his favorite coffee shop waiting to order.

"Jen?" he called out to her. She was directly in front of him, her red hair longer than when he had last seen her on Christmas. The long hair gave her a younger gentler look than the pixie cut that she had gotten a few weeks after becoming Director. How she looked now… it reminded him a lot of Paris when she was still the Jenny he had fallen in love with. Not some stranger.

Genvieve Staton looked behind her hearing the familiar voice. She met his eyes with a smile on her face. "Agent Gibbs. How are you?"

Gibbs looked at her, from the back, she was as gorgeous as ever, but looking at her, really looking at her, he was right. She looked a few years younger and more approachable. He wouldn't be surprised if she had a new boyfriend to replace the late Petty Officer. A woman like that wouldn't be on the market for long.

"Fine, you?"

"I'm doing good… I… Would you like to have coffee with me?" she offered to him. It was her turn to place her orders anyway. Gibbs looked at her debating for a moment whether he should or not but deciding that it wasn't a bad thing.

Once Tthey got situated near the back of the café where Gibbs had full view of everything that was happening around him, incase. For a few moments, he just watched her and what she was doing. The little things he missed about Jenny Shepard were coming alive in front of his very eyes through Genvieve Staton. He had to remind himself that this wasn't the woman he was fantasizing about. This wasn't Jenny Shepard.

"I… I have to be honest, Agent Gibbs," Genvieve started unsure of what she was going to say trying to think of the words before she said them. "I actually was hoping to run into you here. I remembered the team say that you come here to get coffee and…"

"Is something wrong, Ms. Staton?" Gibbs asked her immediately seeing her reaction.

"I think someone's… watching me?" she answered shakily. "I thought you could help, I don't exactly know what it was Jennifer Shepard was involved with and I think they think I'm her – whoever it is that's watching me."

Gibbs sat up alert. Someone was stalking her? No way was he going to let her slip through his fingers as easily as he had done before when Jenny Shepard seemingly had died. He didn't know who Genvieve Staton was as much as he knew Jenny but he felt that same connection with Genvieve as he did with Jenny Shepard. He felt the same feeling of not being able to let go.

"Who? What? Where? What did they look like?" Gibbs started feeling like Abby talking a mile a minute.

"Well," Genvieve said looking at him trying to hold back the smile at the concern that he was showing towards her. "I remember he was at the grocery, then I saw him outside my work and he was just parked there. I could feel his eyes on me and it frightened me, so I went back inside the work and had pretended that my car broke down so that my colleague could take me home."

"When was this?"

"A few days ago. I wanted to make sure I wasn't making false assumptions; imagining things."

"Then what?" Gibbs asked her.

"Then I saw it. The car, black and heavily tinted without plates," Genvieve supplied. "I've seen it about three times after that incident at work but the final straw was when I noticed the same exact car outside of my house. Actually, Ziva was the one that pointed it out to me. He was outside my house Gibbs. Last night he was outside my house and that scared me. I didn't sleep. I knew I had to tell you about it… and that's why I found you."

"Are you sure it's a he?" Gibbs questioned her. He already had a gut feeling on what was going on though he could never be too sure unless he double-checked. It was one of his rules after all.

"Yes," Genvieve replied. "I… I want your protection. If you'd give it to me? I know you don't owe me anything, but Agent Gibbs…"

"Alright," Gibbs replied standing up from the chair and helping her out of the chair as well. "How did you get here?"

"I took a cab. My car wasn't starting and I thought that it was safer."

"I'll give you a ride there," Gibbs said walking over to the blue government issued car that was parked by the sidewalk. Genvieve got inside the passenger seat of the car and then turned to Gibbs as soon as he got settled.

"If Tthere's one more thing, Agent Gibbs," Genvieve started.
"Call me Jethro or Gibbs," Gibbs interrupted her.

"Well in that case it's Gen," Genvieve replied to him with a smile. "I don't want the team to know about whoever it is that's following me, Jethro. I don't want to worry them."

"You want to keep this between you and me?"

"If you can, Jethro. I know I'm asking a lot from you but you're one of the only people I trust and…"

"Alright," Gibbs nodded. "The team won't know."

"Thank you," Genvieve whispered to him sitting back in her seat and letting Gibbs take her home parking inside her garage to not attract attention to whoever it was that was sent to watch her. He didn't see anything suspicious at the moment, and the car she had describe was nowhere to be found but the day was still young and they still had a whole night ahead of them.

Once there he made a few phone calls, one to the team telling them that he wouldn't be back to work until tomorrow. Naturally none of them had asked him why he was gone for the rest of the day not wanting a head slap when they saw him. He looked over at Genvieve who was being a great host to him, something Jenny had never had done. She was serving him coffee when Jenny would've just told him to be at home and that he knew where everything was; she didn't need to serve him. He wondered if that's how Genvieve would act if they knew more of each other.

"Is something wrong?" Genvieve asked him. "You were shaking your head, just now."

"No," Gibbs said shaking his head once again. "Do you remember the time that he usually comes here?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Gibbs assured her seeing her facial expression. He could read that one in a snap. It was the look that she got when she couldn't save the innocent. When she couldn't prove that the bad guy was the bad guy. It was something that rarely happened but it happened and when it did he made sure to comfort her.

"I'm sorry I can't be much help," Genvieve whispered. "I wish there was something more I could do…"

"You've done enough," Gibbs replied. "You came to me for help. I promise that nothing will happen to you."

"Don't make a promise you don't intend to keep, Jethro."

"I wont let you go again, Jenny," Gibbs whispered. Something he never wanted to say out loud.

The sun was setting and they were still in the living room sometimes looking outside subtly for the black sedan that would inevitably come and take shelter in the front of her house to survey the place.

"You want a refill?" Genvieve asked seeing his empty coffee cup. "I noticed you live by that stuff."

"Nah," Gibbs said shaking his head. "I'll be fine for another half hour or so."

He smiled at her and she smiled back at him shyly.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Depends," Gibbs replied.

"Well you don't have to answer but I just wanted to know," Genvieve paused. "Who was Jenny Shepard to you? I heard about how she was as a friend, as a mother, as a colleague and as the Director. But I feel like there's still something missing."

There was silence.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to," Genvieve defended. "I mean you told me once that she was your everything. I just wanna know why. What made her – me – one of us your everything?"

Gibbs was silent again. He didn't actually know the answer to that question. It wasn't because he didn't think about it. It was something he asked himself and thought about a lot. It was just he couldn't find one specific thing about her that he liked, that made him love her like he does (not that he would ever admit it.) It was simply because he liked her over all. So he answered the question in the most honest way possible.

"I don't know."

Genvieve nodded her head. They warned her about him, telling her that he was the silent type. He wasn't going to divulge any information about Jenny Shepard because as they told her, after she died he refused to talk aboutto her. Just like he had with his apparent wife and daughter that had slipped one time in a conversation. They told her how he cherished Jennifer Shepard like he had his family, not wanting to give away their memories by talking about them and instead keeping it close to his heart. All according to Ducky.

Gibbs suddenly picked up on the sound of an engine. It was quiet but he could still pick up the sound. He subtly peaked out into the street, his old eyes seeing the black car trying to blend in the surrounding of the small community. It was a wonder how he even got inside for it was a gated community but he wasn't going to worry about that now.

"Gen, go upstairs. He's here."

"What do you want me to do?" Genvieve asked him. "It's my problem too."

"I need you to go into your room. You should be safe there."

"What are you gonna do about him? You have no backup."

Gibbs moved over to the window, his night goggles on looking at the face of the person who was sitting in the dark SUV. It was a familiar face, his gut was right. Trent Kourt.

"I'm gonna kill him," Gibbs muttered. Just when he was learning to like the man, he does something like this. Figures, a leopard can't change its spots after all. Well in this case, it would be a frog, if it had spots.

"Jethro?" Genvieve replied hearing what he had said. "Do you know him? Did I use to know him?"

"Go to your room, Gen," Gibbs replied walking her to her room. "I'll be sleeping on the sofa. You scream if something happens. I'll be here."

"Are you sure?"

"Tomorrow, I'm gonna nail him. Then you won't have to worry about him anymore."

"Jethro, please don't do anything stupid."

"Sweet dreams, Genvieve."

With that Gibbs closed the door of Genvieve's room and walked down the hallway to the living room settling down on the couch and thinking about Jenny and Genvieve and killing Trent Kourt. But never once about Hollis Mann.

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