Chapter 4

Later that evening, or more like morning Jenny and Gibbs stumbled into their hotel room, both having properly drowned their sorrows in the finest bourbon paid for by Andrew as everything even the hotel bar bill was in his name and was being charged straight to his credit card.

"And that's how I asked Diane too marrrry meee" Gibbs slurred as they walked into the room and both landed on the sofa in a pile of giggles, sitting very close together.

"Well it soundsss like she's a gold digger wore" Jenny told him waving her arm around in the air, not even sure why she was doing it.

Gibbs nodded "Something like that" he almost laugh as his head fell back to the edge of the sofa.

"Another drink?" Jenny asked standing up and going over to the mini bar, Gibbs watched her walk, surprised after all that they had drunk she could still walk in a straight line let alone do it in stilettos.

"Yeah" Gibbs called to her lazily motioning with his hand for her to go on and get them a drink.

Jenny opened the wooden cabinet doors to the mini bar to find the bourbon or any other form of alcohol but there wasn't anything but empty bottles, she'd forgotten how much they had drunk before going to the bar, "We're all out" she yelled over her shoulder to Gibbs.

"Room service?" Gibbs suggested reaching with his hand for the phone but he couldn't quite reach so gave up "Hey can I ask you a question?" he asked her pointing at her with his finger.

"Sure" Jenny nodded before flopping down into one of the smaller chairs, her legs hanging over one of the arms, not caring that she was giving Gibbs the perfect view of her underwear as she was wearing a figure hugging black number. Their first night in Paris they decided to dress up or at least she had, Gibbs was still in his jeans and t-shirt.

"Won't your ex fiancé mind paying for all this?" he asked motioning around to everything.

"I think he deserves it don't you" the redhead suggested, Gibbs' only response was a dip of his head which she took as a nod of agreement. "You know…." She began to muse after a moment "I don't think I've been this drunk since college" she admitted, never really having been one to get so drunk that she probably wouldn't remember it in the morning.

"Just a Saturday night for me" Gibbs told her with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Really?" the redhead asked raising an eyebrow "You have a drinking problem?"

Gibbs let out a little chuckle "Nope just helps me to sleep, to forget" he mumbled.

"Forget what?" Jenny asked, sensing the mood in the room change, she moved to a more lady like position and sat more forward to listen to him.

"To forget the pain and the loss, to dull out the aching in my heart" he said, his voice almost angry and regretful.

Jenny nodded, she knew how he felt or at least the pain he was describing, it was losing people, loosing someone close to you and you love, not having any way you can stop it from happening, "Who?" she asked.

"Huh?" Gibbs asked the redhead, his eyes deep blue with hurt and a mixture of other emotions.

"Who did you lose?" she asked him, her eyebrows knitted together with concern.

"What makes you think I lost someone?" Gibbs asked her getting all defensive all of a sudden, the secret of his family was something he'd kept buried so long he knew he needed to tell someone but he just was used to actually doing it.

"I lost both my parents at young ages, I understand what death and lose does to a person and I can see it's happened to you" she explained.

Gibbs nodded, he looked at this redhead in front of him, she was beautiful, she really was, her pale skin flawless only a freckle or to across the bridge of her nose, her deep green eyes looked so safe, so warm, almost innocent but as if they were piercing his soul and she could see right through him.

"I lost my mother" he admitted before adding in a smaller voice "And my wife and daughter" he was so drunk that he could actually admit it to an almost perfect stranger.

Jenny's eyes went wide and she stumbled to her feet and sat down beside him "I'm so sorry" she said resting her head on his chest and trying to hug him as best she could from them both sitting down.

Gibbs hugged her back lightly, taking in the comfort that for this small, almost miniscule moment in time someone cared about him, someone would care if something was to happen to him, he wasn't alone, he had someone, it was a feeling he hadn't felt in a very very long time.

Moments later Jenny looked up, she looked into his eyes, his dreamy blue eyes, they were the prettiest eyes she'd ever seen, blue eyes were her weakness in men and his were the most expressive she'd ever seen, she could see them grow dark cobalt with desire, he desired her, she couldn't help but blush.

Before she knew it his lips were on hers, his hands were at her waist, Jenny's hands were in his hair, neither could believe the spark that was between them, neither were sure if it was all the alcohol they had consumed, the situation and city they were in or real feelings.

She felt his tongue run along her lips making her groan giving him the access he wanted as he flipped them over so he was laying on top of her, soon he moved his lips and tongue from her mouth to down to her throat where he paid special attention to her pulse point, the smell of the bourbon they'd been drinking surrounded them.

"Jethro…" she almost panted trying to get him to stop so she could think straight, her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed butterfly kisses to her neck. "Jethro…" she tried again as his hands gripped her waist. "Jethro….stop" she told him almost firmly.

He stopped and almost sat up and gave her an apologetic look, "We can't" he said reading her mind and let her slip out from beneath him.

"You're married" She reminded him and he nodded "And you don't seem to be the type to have an affair" she added "Don't stoop to Diane's level"

Gibbs nodded "Sorry Jen" he mumbled knowing that he'd probably gone too far and he knew she had a point, as much as he wanted Jenny, he didn't want no he wouldn't bring himself down to Diane's level, he also knew Jenny needed to have time to get over Andrew.

"Goodnight Jethro" she smiled at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before going over to the bed and throwing him a pillow and throw blanket that had been folded on the bed.

"Night Jen" he replied before flopping down onto the sofa knowing that for the next week this would be his bed, well it was an improvement on the basement floor.

TBC…

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