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As Jenny and Jethro slept in their Paris hotel room, smiles on their faces, celebrating two magical years of marriage, they knew everything could have been so different. It was strange to think that if Jenny hadn't built up the courage, or Jethro banished his pride to forgive her, then they could still be living those separate and lonely lives. Jenny could be sat somewhere, risking her life without giving a second thought because she was alone. Jethro could be risking his life whilst burying himself in cases to avoid the latest ex wife. But they weren't, instead they were sat in a hotel room on the outskirts of Paris. The room with white washed walls and furniture, doors flung open with white mesh drapes blowing in the breeze.

As the sun rose morning dawned. They had arrived the previous night after a long flight which had been made better by the fact they had had first class to themselves. Now though, now man and wife lay intertwined with one another as they slept: at piece with the world for once.

Back in DC a proud godmother slept in the spare bedroom of the family's house as her two godchildren slept peacefully in their rooms. Her face a smile at spending time with her god children, yet behind that smile was a fear that she hid – one that would soon be back to haunt them all as a mistake would corrupt the world they knew.

In Paris, oblivious to how their worlds would be threatened in just a few days, Jenny and Jethro were getting ready. Today was their anniversary, and the four day weekend in the city that was where everything had started had all been Jethro's idea. He'd asked Abby to help with the booking but searched to find something to do on the special day himself (after a crash course on how to use Google first).

Jethro was ready before his wife and so lay on the bed reading a book he had found in one of the cupboards. He looked up as he heard the bathroom door open and saw his beautiful wife walk out. She was dressed in a white floating skirt that fell slightly above her knees and a tight green vest top that hugged her curves. She wore brown wedges and had her hair long and loose. On her head were a pair of big brown sun glasses and she wore a white cardigan to stop the breeze. On her wrists were thick wooden bangles. She looked simply elegant, even after having two children; no one would think she was old enough. With a smile her husband got up off of the bed and walked over to where she stood.

"You are not allowed out!" he whispered huskily into her ear before kissing her passionately on the lips, just like he did every morning when she woke up. After a longer than usual make out session they both managed to pull away from each other for long enough to leave the hotel and make their way out. They wandered through the small streets lined with shops hand in hand, the picture of love. Jenny stopped occasionally to look at one or two things and bought a few things as presents. Jethro was glad he hadn't been dragged into every shop, although he would never tell Jenny.

As lunch time approached they paused outside a local baker. IT looked familiar to Jenny as she waited outside for her husband and she remembered it was where she and Jethro had prevented a robbery on their last day back when they were partners. A smirk appeared n the face of the red head when she saw her husband re appear with a picnic hamper.

"What?" he asked at her amused look.

"I never thought I would see Leroy Jethro Gibbs with a picnic hamper" she said laughing as she pulled out her camera and snapped a picture. He placed the hamper on the floor and ran after her hugging her around the waist and attacking her neck with his lips.

After a few minutes and many a dirty look, Jethro released Jenny slightly yet kept his arm around her waist. He picked up the hamper and they made their way to one of Paris' most famous parks 'Parc de Monceau'. They walked around the lake with the pillars surrounding it, and though wooded areas and perfectly planted flower beds.

"It's beautiful, thank you." Jenny said leaning her head against Jethro and kissing his cheek softly as they sat down on a grassy area near an old weeping willow tree. With smiles on their faces they ate the selection of foods Jethro had bought. Each one was one of Jenny's favourites.

"Thank you Jethro, for this weekend, for everything." She said as they lay under the sun, watching the clouds.

"You are welcome Jenny. Anyway, it's Catherine we have to thank."

"I think she's glad to get away. Her ex is hanging around."

"EX?"

"Yeah, Eddie, she married him when they were young, promised her the world and gave her a divorce. She was never happy, I was sure he abused, still think he did."

"They have kids?"

"No, Cath always wanted them, Eddie didn't."

Jethro couldn't reply t that. He just kissed he head knowing how hard it must have been to watch as her best friend was so unhappy. Even now he could see she felt guilty.

They stayed like that in silence for a while longer, each caught up in their own thoughts. Mid afternoon the two left the beautiful park and walked along the seine. They did the cliché kiss in front of the Eiffel tower and laughed along the Seine. They had reverted back to their younger selves.

The weekend passed in much the same way. They laughed and loved, went to the places with memories and made new ones. It was the perfect weekend. But it was all about to change, as the plane landed in DC both Jenny and Jethro Gibbs had smiles on their faces. Their suitcases filled with gifts and presents for their 'family' and daughters. After collecting their bags they stepped out of the airport and into the cool evening weather.

As they did so Jenny got a call from Catherine. She answered it with a smile as Jethro attempted to hail a cab. "Hey Cath! We're just getting a cab and on our way back they you can have the two terrors of your hands."

"Jen.." he voice was weak and quiet as she spoke.

"Cath?"

"He's here Jen, Eddies here, and he's been drinking."

TBC

Authors note – hey, so sorry for the delay, had science exams. Anyway, this story is depressing me and really I don't know what else to write as I am stuck. I will probably finish this story line and they do an epilogue, but if you have any suggestions that let me know, and if you can make me interested in the story then I'll dedicate it to you.

Also, thanks to Left My Heart In Paris for suggesting Paris and for all her other advice. I doubt anyone who reads this doesn't but if you don't then go read her stuff, it's truly amazing