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Authors note – I hope that you all enjoy this. I'm trying to make these chapters longer than I usually do. I hope that this is okay, it's packed full of Jibbs! So, thanks for all of your support, I love this story!
"They're kicking us out saying it's time to close, We're leaning on each other trying to beat the cold, I carry your shoes and i give you my coat" -The Script, Millionaires
Monday, 9am
Gibbs for once had acted like a human; he'd allowed Tony and Tim to come into work at a slightly later hour. However, tony was not taking it at face value as he believed his boss was in a good mood because of a certain red had who had been slightly attached to their case. So, Tony had of course not shut up about the fact for the last half hour. Tim was as usual attempting to ignore his partner who was heading full pelt for a very hard head slap, therefore McGee had decided he liked to be head ache free and so was ignoring his partner and beginning to type up his case report whilst talking to Abby by IM. Tony on the other hand was wittering on about Gibbs and Jenny, and occasionally Ali too. In fact he was on the way to having no job as Gibbs walked past the younger agent's desk, head slapping him on his way for what was the hundredth time. "Shutting up boss-man." The Italian stated with a signature smirk. Gibbs then stood looking at the case report with his steaming coffee in hand. Periodically he sipped the burning liquid, relishing at the taste of the scalding liquid sliding down his throat. Picking up the file he walked out.
"Going to interview the piece of scum." And before he realised it he had two agents shadowing him as he walked to the interrogation room. Last night he had decided to let Dane stew in a holding cell overnight, now it was time to interview him and Gibbs was thankful he had not Lawyer-ed up. So, as Gibbs opened the door into the small grey room with the mirrored glass on one wall and a cold metal table in the middle. Behind of it sat their man. Wearing an orange jumpsuit that he'd been issued after his normal clothes had been taken as evidence down to Abby. He had scratches on his face and whilst his hair was stood up in all directions. Under his eyes were dark grey circles and he looked as if he had spent the whole night drinking tequila shots. In the observation room Tim and Tony stood watching ad Gibbs walked around the table like an eagle circling its prey before seating himself opposite.
"You've been arrested for Murder, drug dealing and attempted murder." Gibbs said in a cool gruff manner. "What I need to know is why you did it?"
The man looked up, like he had been awoken for a deep sleep. He simply raised an eyebrow with a look on his face. "Why I did what?" He asks innocently.
"Why did you kill John?"
"John . . ." He mimicked pretending to rack his brains. "John…"
"Yeah the man who you stabbed."
"Oh . . . That little cocky student who stole four grand of gear. I remember him." He stated with a small smirk on his face.
"Yeah, you should." Said Gibbs walking around. "We have your knife." He whispered in his ear. "Your prints, you hair, your clothes, your DNA." He them moved to the other ear. "In fact, I have enough evidence to send you down for life."
"So do so." He stated.
In the observation room, Tony and Tim both stood ther watching as their former marine boss slowly broke the murderer sat in front of them. However, Tony was once more off the subject whilst McGee tried desperately to ignore him. "Come on McGee! You know that I'm right! Since Gibbs met Jenny he's been nice! I mean not nice in terms of anyone else nice, but Gibbs nice!"
"Tony, I really don't want to get in trouble with Gibbs again." He said sighing.
"Come on Mc-Spoilsport!"
"Tony will you pack it in with the Mc jokes already?!"
Their attention was drawn to the interrogation room once again as there was a massive slam as Gibbs' hand slammed onto the desk. "Why did you kill him?!" shouted Gibbs
The younger man just sat there smirking. "No. Comment." He stated. And with that Gibbs picked up the light brown file off of the desk and walked out of the room slamming the door behind of him. He turned to the door of the observation room just as Tony and McGee and out. He glared at them before walking off, shouting behind him: "Book him."
Tony and McGee looked at each other before entering the interrogation room and taking the man down to the cells once more before he was to be transferred to the state prison. After that, Gibbs made his way down to Ducky. As he stood in the lift waiting to go down to the basement he began to think about the evening. It was tonight that he was taking Jenny out to dinner and if he was honest he was seriously excited. For the first time he let the smile grace his lips as he thought about the chance to spend the night with him. Ali was going to California mid-week and so Jenny would be working in the bar full time which would mean he would not get to see her very often. Yet as the cold steal doors opened to the stark floor of autopsy he slid on his mask once more and stepped out. He walked through the swishing doors and walked into the cold area. Ducky was sat at his desk re-writing an autopsy report.
"Ah Jethro, what can I do for you?" He questioned turning away from the paperwork.
"We've got him."
"That is good news. Why are you down here?" questioned Ducky knowing that usually the former marine would just ring instead of coming down.
"Getting away from DiNozzo."
"Ah, I believe he is even more excitable since has a new love interest."
"Yeah, Ali."
"Ah. And if the scuttlebutt is to be believed then you also have a woman."
"Ah, Duck, since when did you gossip?"
"I may be old but I am still human Jethro."
"Yes, I am seeing Jenny, she's Ali's aunt."
"Well my boy, I'll look forward to meeting her." Said Ducky with a warm smile. It had been a long time since he had seen his friend smile so easily, in fact ducky would not be wrong if he said he thought that the younger man looked as though he were in love, because he was pretty sure by the glint in the silver fox's blue eyes that he was.
"I'm sure you will do soon Duck, I'm sure you will."
And wit that Gibbs left autopsy and went back up to the bull pen to be the zoo keeper. For the rest of the day Gibbs was just sat there watching his agents, drinking coffee and trying to keep a margin of control over his workers.
-A Life Behind Bars-
Ali walked into the bar after checking the barrels down in the basement to see her Aunt still sat at the bar. The place was quiet, it was empty and silent but it was perfect too. Because even though she loved the bar full of people and the way that the adrenalin ran through the wood, she also loved the bar in the day when it was silent. She loved to read the messages on the wall, loved to sit and play her guitar and listen to the acoustics. Now she stood watching her aunt. It was half four on a Monday and although they were open she knew she had an hour before there would be anyone in. Yet she stood there in her black and white striped jeans, a white blouse and a thin black scarf with skulls on it to cover the marks on her neck. She'd left her hair down, and straightened it so that it looked longer. Her mother had not changed yet, but Ali had curled her hair. "You should have gone by now." Said Ali as she wiped down the bar for the hundredth time.
Jenny looked up and smiled, knowing that her niece would just keep moaning she stood up and grabbed her jacket. "Fine I'll go!" She said. Jenny then kissed Ali's check and began t go.
"Have fun and don't do anything that I wouldn't do!" Shouted Ai with a small laugh. With that Jenny left the bar and went home. Ali looked at the silent bar and sat down on a bar stood as she began to read the trashy celebrity magazine her aunt had been flicking through only moments ago.
Jenny went straight to her old Georgetown house that had belonged to her father. She walked in and relished the warmth of the heating. As she hung up her Jacket she checked the main her housekeeper had piled up on the solid oak cabinet. It was simply a stack o junk mail which she tossed in the bin before making her way into the office where she grabbed a tumbler of bourbon and made her way up the stairs to get ready. Jethro was not due until seven yet Jenny did not know what to wear.
She walked into her walk in wardrobe and looked at the line of dresses that sat there. Casually she sipped her drink and began to flick through the dresses that sat in her wardrobe. Jenny picked out the odd dress, a purple one, a green, two black and a red. Jenny looked at her options. Deciding that she did not want to stand out too much Jenny put back the red and purple dresses. Then she put back another black one which was shorter. Looking between the black and the green she decided that she would wear the black dress. So Jenny put it on and looked in the mirror. The dress had an empire line waist and went out naturally. It went slightly lower at the back than it did at the front, yet on the top of the shoulders there were small gems that went in stands two inches off of her shoulders. The dress fell to just above her knees and so hit the three circular scars that were on her thighs. Jenny smiled at her reflection and then went to get a small silver clip and pushed the curls that Ali had put in to one side so that they tumbled over her shoulder. Jenny smiled at her reflection and then went about applying mascara and then Smokey eye shadow. Jenny added a touch of blusher before going to her jewellery box. She sat down at the dressing table and picked through the mass of silver chains which were all tangled together. In the end she chose a small silver Eiffel Tower necklace. Around her wrists she wore a charm bracelet her father had bought her when she was born. Jenny smiled at her reflection before going over to the wardrobe and picking out a pair of black suede stilettos which had a silver strap around her ankle. She'd already put tights on because of the cold weather. Looking in the mirror Jenny smiled once more. She'd not thought that she'd ever be feeling like this, feeling as though she had been given a second chance a love. In her past she'd been so focussed on her job that in reality she had never actually thought she'd be anything else. Now though, in reality she had everything that she could ever want. She had a niece whom she thought of as a daughter, someone who made her laugh and smile. Yet she also had Jethro, a man who took her for whom she was, and liked her even though she had so battle scars – both physically and mentally.
Jenny went into the draw next to her and pulled out a plain black satin clutch bag. Walking into her room she placed in it her purse, and lip gloss. She then checked her phone which was clear of any messages and put it in her bag. She sighed. There was a time when her Monday nights were spent in an office, running around the dark streets of cities, catching bad guys. There was a part of her that missed it. Missed the feeling of putting your life on the line for others every day. A part of her that wondered what life would be like if she had waited two weeks later to take her fitness exam, waited until the wounds were properly healed. But she hadn't, she'd thought that she was invincible,
Jenny was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell ringing. She double checked her reflection before taking her clutch and making her way down the solid wood chairs. Her heels clip-clopping as she went. Taking a deep breath Jenny answered the door, a bright smile erasing all the self regret that she had been feeling earlier. Jethro stood there in the moonlight, his silver hair, eyes sparkling. He had on a pair of black suit trousers and jacket over an open neck white shirt. Jenny smiled at him. "You ready?" He questioned with a smile.
"Yeah." Jenny asked, still dazed with how he looked. "Just let me grab my jacket." Said Jenny before going inside and grabbing a fitted purple suede jacket that fell mid-thigh. Still smiling Jenny returned to the door and locked the old heavy thing with her key. Jenny then turned to Jethro.
"You look incredible." He stated before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. She responded and when they parted both were smiling.
"You don't look so bad yourself." She replied before they walked towards his car hand in hand. HE was the perfect chivalry gentleman. He opened the door for her and closed it afterwards, he even drove in a very un-Gibbs-like way. When they arrived at the restaurant Jenny smiled. It was a small restaurant set back from the road, set out on one floor with a man stood at the entrance, and inside it was candle lit. The tables were solid oak with leather chairs, spaced out generously. On the tables were crisp white cloths, shining white crockery. Jenny smiled at him and squeezed his hand as they walked inside. They were then shown to their table white was by the window. He held out her chair for her and she smiled.
"Thank you Jethro." She stated softly.
"You really do look stunning!" He said, the candlelight flickered onto her eyes. Her red hair looked brighter than ever.
"You don't have to flatter me." She said softly.
He smiled just as the waiter came over to take their order. "I'll have a bourbon and steak au proive please." Said Jenny.
"I'll have the same." Gibbs added. Jenny smirked at him.
"A man of great taste." She commented.
"I could say the same for you too." She replied.
"Do you ever miss it? The police?" He questioned looking at her.
"Yeah, yeah I do. I took my physical assessment two weeks early, I was too stubborn. I sometimes wonder if the choices I made had of been different, if . . . I don't know. Do though. Do you miss the Marines?"
"Partially, but I love NCIS." She smiled.
"I bet you looked damn good in uniform." She said laughing.
"I could say the same thing about you." They were both laughing when the waiter bought their food. They ate in a comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to speak and ruin the moment. The rest of the evening went perfectly. They had a few more drinks after their meal and then made their way home. Both were over the limit so they walked. Jenny wrapped in her coat and Jethro's hand around her waist.
"I love the city at night." Said Jenny sighing as she watched the cars go past before they made their way into the park.
"It's a lot more peaceful." said Jethro.
Jenny stopped them. "Jethro, I just want to say thank you, for tonight. It's been a long time since someone's made me feel as though I was the one who needed taking care of." He looked at her and placed a piece of hair behind her ear, cupping her face gently.
"You are an amazing woman Jenny. And I know you haven't had it easy, but I promise you, I'm going to take care of you." He smiled at her, kissing her softly before walking back to her house.
They finally arrived at the old brownstone and he looked at her as she did at him. "Goodnight Jenny." He said softly.
"Jethro, would you like to come in for a drink?" And he smiled, nodding; he knew that was her way of asking him to stay over for the night. He didn't need asking twice, it wasn't a promise of anything else, not a promise of anything too much. For that night, they were simply Jenny and Jethro.
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