Hey I just want to thank you all for your reviews, especially Left my heart in Paris who has reviewed every chapter I think so thank you especially. I have written this chapter mainly today on the bus to school so I hope its ok. This is in a way an in-between chapter. The song is ABBA 's Our last summer which I think fits perfectly as it is set in Paris and that is where Jenny and Gibbs's last summer together was spent.
Any ways, I hope you enjoy and as always please review!

Chapter 4

I'd been those two words, nothing else but them that'd sent a shiver down his spine. That had truly made him worried, she was the strongest person he knew, never let anyone get to her, never usually got too involved, and never did she show weakness. Then there was today, she'd cried, Jenny Shepard had cried, for the first time in his life he had seen her…well truly without her guard up. That was what had worried him, not the illness, just those two words; 'I'm scared'. Words he thought he'd never hear coming from her mouth.

She stood there; red curls lose around her shoulders, green strapless dress which hugged in all the right places with crystals placed around the top, a silver necklace with a single drop emerald set in it which had belonged to her mother when she was alive. But something wasn't the same as it usually was. This was one of the few black tie events that Jen usually enjoyed going to,but not today. She knew she had to tell Sec-Nav about her illness, she knew he'd tell her to take the time off as sick leave and not holiday, but she wouldn't, she didn't want people knowing she might be dying. The ringing of the bell broke her chain of thought, knowing it would be Jethro she grabbed her shall and went to answer the door. He stood there in a suit, and she did think he looked dashing. Jethro saw Jenny and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Jen, you look, amazing."
"Thank you Jethro, you don't scrub up bad yourself."
"You ready to go?" he asked, and she replied by linking arms with him. The ride to the ball was mainly silent, yet not awkward.
"Jethro, I'm going to tell Sec-Nav about…"
"Okay, I'll be there for you."
"Thank-you, I knew you would." He gently placed a kiss on her head. Before once again taking her arm as they walked towards the ball room. Once inside they began to meat and great, Jethro was surprised by how natural Jenny was at it, yet as she began to speak to Sec-Nav her grip on his arm tightened. "Erm, sir would I be able to have a word in private?"
"Of cause Jenny, is everything alright." Jenny was unable to answer at this point as nerves filled her stomach, so Jethro answered for her. "Not exactly sir." When they entered the side room Sec-Nav gave jenny an encouraging look and Jethro gently squeezed her hand.
"Sir, as you know I have been suffering from an increasing number of migraines recently, so following the advice of my doctors I had some tests done. The other day I received the results. I…I have been d..diagnosed with a brain tumour."
"Jenny, I am so, so sorry. But I am not going to push you to take it off as sick leave, I know I would be wasting my time. But I know you will fight it, and you obviously have good support from Gibbs. I am going to say this now, because you both deserve it, if anything comes of you two through this, I will be pleased for you, you've both done loads for NCIS over the years, it is only right you have happiness."
"Thank you sir." As Sec-Nav watched Jenny and Gibbs leave, he smiled to himself as he realised that his permission for them to be together had not exactly been required. But as far as Jenny's illness was concerned, he was surprised, not once through the whole of the tests or the diagnosis stage had her mask dropped even once.
The rest of the evening went smoothly, Jenny and Jehtro separated, and she went to talk to yet more high powered people, while he went to sit with Fornell. Yet as the last song began to play, both recognised it, it was a song that held so many memories from a time when things where so different. As the first few notes of ABBA's our last summer began to play, the pair excused themselves from their conversations, locked eyes as met and began to dance. They began to same flashback:

They sat there, in the stuffy little attic in Mersailles, with the radio on. When a song which they both knew came on, it was the only song that the radio station played which they actually knew. And every time they did, the pair would dance, or even just sway, whichever it was, they were just content at being in the presence of one another.

Little then had they known how much one day those familiar lyrics would describe their last summer in paris, 'Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain' 'By the Eiffle tower…walking hand in hand' those lyrics fitted perfectly to them, that summer in which both had felt so many emotions, lust, love, fear, pain heartache. It'd been their last summer, yet the memories still remained. And as they danced, they all came flooding back.

(meanwhile)

"One minute, Oh my god!" Tony near enough shouted.
"What Tony!" said Ziva in a frustrated tone, she was already annoyed with him, so far he had tried it on with near enough every woman in the room and Ziva was fed up of it.
"Gibbs!"
"What about Gibbs?"
"He's dancing with the director!" As Tony, Ziva, Tim, Abby and Ducky turned to look the pair shared a kiss. And a loud high pitched squeal could be heard coming from Abby, and both Gibbs and Jenny smirked.
"I hope you weren't wanting to keep this quiet, cause now Abby knows, so does the whole world."
"You know what Jethro, I don't care if people find out any more, I've lived all my life worrying about other people's opinion of me. I have a chance to be happy, I'm not going to let that slip away again." With that she gently kissed him as the last few words of the song could be heard 'living for the day, worries far away.'
The song finished and Sec-Nav gave a short yet sweat speech in which he thanked all the usual yet added a bit extra too, "I wouls also like to thak Director Shepard, she has not had an easy last few months, we thought we might lose her at one point, but we didn't. Instead she came back fighting and since has managed to bring up the reputation of the Paris division and is now working on communication with D.C. this woman is like a one woman hurricane, she never ceases to amaze me. NCIS would be nowhere near as good as it is today without Jennifer Shepard. So thank you Jenny." After the speeches Jenny began to feel tired, one of the side effects of the medication, and she and Jethro said their goodbyes and left for her apartment. It had been and eventful night and both knew that there would be many, many more eventful thing to come in the coming weeks. But they were together, and in their hearts they knew that they could fight it, all of it.