A/N: Okay, here is the demanded epilogue; well actually it just feels like another chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and to Aserene who stayed on our backs until this was posted.

Read and enjoy!

-Tori

He had gone on pretending everything was fine. To say she had been impressed with his skills undercover before was true, but this was excellent acting.

It was her turn to feel what he had felt; only now an air of awkwardness followed her everywhere. When he had gotten to leave it all behind in the city of love, she was reminded of there very short lived second go at a romance that had started nearly a decade ago.

After three weeks and four days her sheets still smelt like him despite her attempts to wash it off.

Her office, was the last place there was ever a 'Jen and Jethro' so it indefinitely held all the momentum to their relationship. Plus that loud ticking from her bottom drawer that reminded her of everything that had to do with him. Maybe she was just going crazy, but even when she turned the TV on its loudest. She could still hear the tick-tock.

If it was going to be this hard just to go to work everyday, she had to do something, anything to get over this. And, despite her knowing Jethro Gibbs, talking might help. Because God knows pretending it nothing happened didn't, if anything it made it worse, and was perpetually difficult.

The little conversations they had when communication was only absolutely necessary were void of anything besides work related topics and were never between just the two of them.

Whether the reason they were afraid to be alone was because of the heavy uncomfortable feeling between the team and anyone else who had known about what had happened when Carson was around; and anyone who could guess what had happened the night after, or they were just to damn stubborn to let their bodies act on their own accord, she didn't know.

And her body did want to act out what her mind missed so much.

""Jen?" He asked as he knocked on the slightly open door. When she didn't answer he pushed it open slowly, revealing a very bored looking Jenny dressed in a nighty so thin you could barely call it clothes.

She motioned for him to come, and like a stray dog, he followed."

Her bed was nearly the opposite of where he usually spent his nights, on the basement floor under his boat. But, tonight he didn't want to ravish her, like his body told him to, he wanted to take it slow and absorb every aspect of her.

She traced the seams on his shirt delicately before sliding it over his head. As he made to do the same with her own top she grabbed his hand and stopped him, continuing on her quest to reacquaint herself with his body, one less piece of clothing at a time.

He smirked at her persistence to be equally bare before they could touch. And finally he got his wish; she leaned willingly into his kiss before she let him take the lead.

It had always been like this both fighting to be dominant, but she always let him win, if only to stroke his ego.

He shifted his weight on top of her and she egged him on with whispering words of encouragement in his ear.

He leant down to kiss her one last time before…..

"Director!" Cynthia shook Jenny from her thoughts, a slow red blush creeping up onto her cheeks.

"uh, Yeah?" Jen tried to regain her composure after getting caught thinking about a certain special agent, at work no less.

"Go, home. Please?" Cynthia had most definitely noticed the change in her boss' demeanor after the case with the child, after SecNav had paid her a personal visit.

Jenny nodded, just to get her assistant off her case she would leave work, but she was not going home. At least not for the whole night.

In the trunk of her car at home was a small box filled with Gibbs' things. Mementos she had kept of their relationship dating from the first time he took her out to dinner outside of their undercover requirements. She had the things he had left in her house from the recent relationship. The one he ended, she though to herself.

As soon as her driver drove off in the Escalade, she walked back outside her car keys in hand ready to face the music. She had to give him back his things, including the earring he had given her all those years ago. Giving him back everything that reminded her of him was a ritual that she wanted to start. Nothing else worked anyway. Out of sight, out of mind. That's what she was going with now.

Of course, he'd never be completely out of her sight. Gibbs was her lead Agent, the best Agent that she had and she knew that running into him was inevitable.

But at least now she didn't have little reminders of him all over her place.

She drove to his house and arrive moments later, taking the box from the trunk and walking straight in and down the stairs to the basement. She wasn't surprised to find him there sanding his boat. He was looking up at her expectantly wondering why she was down there.

Without a word, she walked over to his work table and dropped the box there.

"Your things," Jenny said refusing to look him in the eye. "Thought you might need them back."

Gibbs nodded going back to his boat and sanding it. "That all you came for?"

Jenny looked at him mulling over the words in her head.

"I wanted to talk," Jenny said bravely swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. "About… what happened."

Gibbs looked at her letting her know that he didn't want to talk. Not now and especially not about this particular subject because seriously, he didn't think there was anything to talk about. Breaking up with Jenny, walking out of her office like that was him protecting himself from being hurt; from Jenny leaving him once again for the sake of her job. At least this time, he had the final word.

"Jethro?" She asked him walking closer to him, though not close enough invade his personal space like she would have once. "… please?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Jenny sighed shaking her head. "Nothing….. never mind."

Jenny walked up the stairs and watched as Gibbs just continued sanding his boat as if she hadn't been there at all.

Bastard.

"Why… why didn't… Why'd you walk away, Jethro?" She tried so hard to make her voice sound strong, but instead she stuttered like a child.

Gibbs looked up at her form on the top of his staircase. She had her arms crossed looking down at him hoping that for once he would reply.

"Beat you to it, huh Director?" Gibbs replied to her putting his sander down.

"What are you talking about Jethro?"

"Just following you pattern here."

Jenny walked down the steps once again to face him. "My pattern?"

"Don't play stupid, Jen. It doesn't suit you."

"I… What if… what if I changed my mind?"

"A leopard can't change its spots," Gibbs replied to her shaking his head.

"What if, Jethro?" Jenny urged. "What if I wanted you, and me… us, together?"

"Do you, Jen?" Gibbs asked stepping closer to her, close enough to invade her personal space and for his scent to fill her head.

"What if."

"Don't bullshit me, Jenny. It's either you do or you don't." He was tired of playing games, and if calling her out about her ever changing mood would get her to just talk to him straight, than he would do it.

"I…" Jenny said meeting his eyes with tears in her own. "I don't know. I don't want to get hurt. You hurt me, Jethro."

"I'm sorry, Jenny," Gibbs whispered taking another step closer to her testing the waters and seeing if she would be okay with it. He saw her mouth open to say the usual 'it's a sign of weakness' reply but he stopped her by placing a finger on her lips. "Not between us."

"I'm sorry too, Jethro."

Gibbs nodded his head taking the final step to her letting his lips brush against hers.

"Why'd we wait so long for that, again?" Gibbs asked her as he pulled away. Jenny lent in kissing him on the lips before her reply.

"Guess we were just ignorant."

"Stupid?" He asked not really sure of that word she used.

"I should really buy you a dictionary, Jethro," Jenny said giggling as Gibbs leant in once again kissing her on the lips; this time infinity longer than all their other kisses before.

"Anything you want Jen." He said, and he meant it.

A/N 2: There you go! You demanded fluff and we did our best to deliver it without smothering you. It is sad to see our baby grow up….. but, we might just have another, but there are no promises! Oh, by the way, plot bunnies are welcome!

- Tori aka Emeilia-Rose