So I posted the final chapter to this earlier and quickly realised that I simply wasn't happy with the how this story had ended or what had happened in the last couple of chapters. Therefore I have decided to edit and re-post them.

I understand that most of you will be unable to leave a review for edited chapters if you have already reviewed the previous one, but I would really appreciate it if you gave me your opinion when I post the last chapter. I shall try not to take too long with this, as I understand how frustrating this might be to you all.

One last thing, this chapter may only have minor changes, but from this one onwards the changes will be far more noticeable and I recommend that you do read them instead of just waiting for the final chapter.

Thanks

Two Days Later

Stepping out of the elevator, Gibbs stopped in his tracks as he saw Ducky walk towards Jenny, a large brown envelope encased in his hands. He frowned as he watched them talk for a few seconds before they headed off in the direction of her office. He stood for a few more moments as his mind raced, Jenny had taken yesterday off, cancelling all her appointments at short notice - something that simply wasn't like her.

His concerned frown darkened. The other night she'd been so pale and cold, he'd believed her when she said it had just been a chill, after all she'd been fine the rest of the day, but now he was starting to think that maybe it was simply that he wanted to believe her so badly that he'd just accepted what she'd said. Because what she was telling him didn't match up with Ducky's recent behaviour, or with the blood results that Abby had been so concerned about. Unfortunately if he didn't believe her, then it meant that she was sick, sick enough that she was deliberately pushing him away.

One thing was now very clear to him though, he needed to talk to Jenny, and this time he wasn't leaving until he knew he'd reached the truth.

"I've never seen anything like it," Ducky told her as he pushed his spectacles up his nose, looking absolutely bewildered. "But we also sent the results onto Dr Alan and we've all come to the same conclusion. That somehow the first diagnosis was a mistake, as there are absolutely no signs of the disease in any of your results. In fact you're in perfect health." He shook his head. "I don't understand how such a massive misdiagnosis could have occurred, I saw the results, I-" He stopped again and met her gaze. "Dr Alan is of course devastated that he could have got it so wrong, he plans to call you later to offer you his sincerest apologies. Although I have to say that I agreed with the initial diagnosis-"

"Ducky," Jenny interrupted his ramblings gently. "I'm not going to create a fuss about this, I'm just relieved that I'm not sick."

Ducky gave her a small but sincere smile as he told her, "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear about this miraculous turn of events, my dear."

Jenny reached across to where the older gentleman sat beside her on the sofa and squeezed his hand, smiling warmly. "So?" she asked. "Nothing at all showed up this time round?"

"Not a thing."

"And you're sure that this set of results are the correct ones."

"I believe so." He patted her hand reasuringly. "I can understand why you might be somewhat hesitant to believe them, but I would never dream of giving you false hope. I'm only here telling you this because I firmly believe that these results are accurate and looking at them I'd say you'll outlive us all," he laughed.

Jenny's smile faltered ever so slightly at that statement as it struck at a raw nerve, it was truer than Ducky would ever realise. As she glanced back up at him she made sure that her expression didn't betray the multitude of thoughts that were racing through her mind.

Later that night as she stared into the flickering flames of her fire, Jenny sipped slowly at her bourbon. What Ducky had said earlier had scared her slightly, the reality of what she'd done was beginning to hit her, the thought of having to restart her life over and over and over again was more daunting than she'd originally appreciated. She'd never have anyone who she could really be close to, never even have the option of it because she would always have to move on.

As she heard footsteps approach her front door, she looked up, pulling herself out of her melancholy. She waited patiently as she heard her front door open and the steps drew closer. Looking up she saw Jethro appear in the doorway to her study, his jaw clenched tight, his face drawn and his skin pale. A frown creased her forehead as she took in the waves of tension that was rolling off him. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"We need to talk," he told her hoarsely.

Standing up, Jenny met him halfway as he moved closer into the room. "What about?" she asked him.

"I know," he replied simply. His stomach sinking as a brief look of horror flickered across her face before she reigned in her expression and tried to look nonchalant.

"You know what?"

"Don't play games with me, Jen. Not now."

Jenny drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. He couldn't possibly know, he had to talking about something else. "Jethro I don't know what you're talking about."

His nostrils flared in annoyance, he didn't want to say the words out loud, it hurt too much, but it looked like she wasn't going to give him the choice. Pushing an agitated hand through his hair, he forced out, "I know that you're sick."

This time Jenny really was confused, this wasn't what she'd been expecting and so she protested easily, "Jethro, I'm not-"

"No!" he ground out, holding his hand up to stop her. "I'm not going to let you lie to me about this. I know about the blood tests you had Ducky run, I know that the results were bad and I saw him and you talking today and," the anger in his voice began to fade into an almost sad concern. "I know, Jen." He frowned at her, the hurt in his voice obvious as he asked, "Why wouldn't you tell me Jenny? Why won't you let me be there for you?"

She swallowed heavily, giving him an honest answer, "Because I don't want your pity."

"You wouldn't have got any," he told her firmly.

She shook her head sadly. "I know you Jethro, your in built code of honour would never let you turn your back, never let you turn away and you'd be stuck resenting me."

He frowned at her. "I'd never resent you, Jen. I'd stay with you because I want to be with you, nothing to do with a code of honour," he spat out the words as though he couldn't stand to have them in his mouth. He stepped closer to her, his hands coming to rest on her forearms. "I've missed you, Jen and -"

Jenny held her finger up to his mouth, silencing him. "Before you say anything else you should know that I'm not sick, Jethro. I had a bit of a scare, but I'm fine now." He stared at her for a moment and she didn't miss the small spark of hope that flashed in his blue eyes. Feeling utterly miserable but knowing it was only fair to give him a way out, she continued, "So you don't have to do this, you ca-"

Gibbs moved forward suddenly, his lips catching hers, quietening her more effectively than any words he could have chosen to say ever would have. His tongue ran along her bottom lip until her mouth parted, allowing him access, her hands curling around his neck, tugging him closer as his arm wrapped around her waist so that they were pressed together.

She moaned softly into his mouth as she wriggled closer to him, and the sound merely urged him on. He'd missed this, missed the way she tasted and she reacted to him in a way that no one else ever had. She drove him to distraction, until he was at a point where he couldn't think about anything else. Jennifer Sheppard had a power over him that no one else had and he doubted that even she knew the extent of it. Breaking the kiss he moved his mouth to the edge of her lips, trailing them down until he reached the sensitive spot of her neck.

Her head fell back slightly, giving him more access. "Jethro," she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"You weren't listening," he muttered against her skin. "So I decided showing you would be a better idea." He pulled his mouth away from her skin and cupping her face in his hands told her again, "I miss you, Jen, and I don't want to hear any excuses about why this isn't a good idea. We've wasted long enough."

She laughed lightly at his stern tone, her sparkling green eyes meeting his crystal blue gaze. She knew what his 'I miss you' meant and she was fine with the fact that he couldn't say the words, accepted the fact was that he had always shown his feelings rather than said them aloud. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned forward and whispered against his ear, "I've missed you too, Jethro."

His reply came in the form of another kiss, one that robbed any rational thought from her mind, and before she knew it she was on her back in front of the fireplace she'd been staring into only twenty minutes previously.

They shed their clothes quickly, hands and lips ghosting over every inch of skin that was uncovered, taunting and teasing until a thin sheen of sweat covered both of them.

His hands glided easily over her, his mouth and fingers teasing her breasts until she writhed under him, her mouth open as she gasped into his shoulder, her legs curling around his hips, arching her back and silently pleading for more, nails biting into the muscles of his back.

Her mouth found his again, her eyes closing as he thrust into her, savouring the feeling of him resting inside of her. She locked her legs tighter, as he stilled briefly, giving her the chance to adjust to him.

She raked her fingers through his sweat dampened hair, trailing butterfly kisses along his jaw, whimpering as he finally began to move in long slow strokes that frustrated her to the point that she wanted to scream. Determined to level the playing field, she squeezed her inner muscles around him, drawing a choked groan from him.

He lowered his head to the hollow of her throat, his tongue flickering out to taste her, mumbling her name as his thrusts began to pick up pace.

She tugged his head up, kissing him deeply as she felt the last of her self control disintegrate and the coiling feeling that had been building low in her stomach snapped. She cried out against his mouth as she contracted around him, catapulting him into his own release. Those moments felt almost endless until he finally collapsed onto her, his arm only just supporting his weight. Falling to the side he tugged her into him, kissing the top of her head as his fingers linked with hers and they lay together contented and sated.

Henri swallowed heavily as he leaned against the tree outside. His mind raced and he felt sick to his stomach, he'd arrived wanting to spend more time with Jenny and found her with him. She'd been so absorbed with him that she hadn't noticed he was there. He'd stayed only moments, but saw what he knew was their version of a declaration of love.

He slammed his head back against the tree trunk hard, hoping the pain would distract him; it didn't. This Jethro loved her, and she obviously loved him. His eyes travelled back to the window again, and he felt a stab of pain through his chest, he didn't want to think about what had happened next, but it was all he could focus on.

He couldn't do this, couldn't watch her love another man. He knew what he had to do next, he had no choice.