A/N: At first: A big THANK YOU at Giovanna for all her reviews, you are amazing. Thank you so much!

So second: I decided to mess a bit with the suicide of Jenny's father, I changed the events a bit so they match the story. Third: lean back and enjoy reading!

Chapter seven: Family issues

"Hello Jennifer. Who's your partner there?"

"Eric, what are you doing here?"

"I am linked to a case of one Special Agent Gibbs."

"That would be me. Who is he Jen?"

"Jen? Since when are people allowed to call you that? You own mother doesn't call you Jen."

"That's none of your business Eric."

"Oh come on, we haven't seen you in ages. We are family, whether you like it or not. You wasn't even home for Christmas dinner."

"Well, at least I met up with Heather on Boxing Day. I thought you would know that."

Gibbs looked more and more confused by the second. "Heather like the girl you wrote letters all the time when we were over in Europe?"

"Yeah, Heather like my little sister."

At this Gibbs looked downright angry. "My conference room, NOW!"

He took her arm and pulled her towards the elevator. As soon as it was between two floors, he hit the emergency switch and stared at an angry, confused Jenny.

Finally she couldn't bear the silence any longer so she hissed "Why didn't you tell me that you have him brought in?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you have a sister and that obviously your father is pretty much alive? I thought he was long dead!" he gave back, at least as furious as she.

"This man is not my father!" Jenny spat out. "He is the reason for my dad's suicide!"

"What do you mean?"

"That isn't any of your damn business Agent Gibbs. Now, let me out of here." She stepped forward and wanted to bring the elevator back to live, but Gibbs blocked her path with his body. He went towards her so that she was forced to take a step back till her back hit the silver wall of the elevator and he was invading her personal space. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked straight down into her sad emerald orbs.

"What did he do to him, to you Jen?" Tears gleamed in her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

"Don't Jethro, just don't ask. Please. It's nothing major, but I don't like to talk about this whole thing, including my father's death."

He nudged her temple with his nose. "Jen, hey, talk to me. The death of your father is something major to you and you know that. Come here." He took her in his arms and for the sweet brief seconds she let him hold her tight, it felt like no time at all had passed since their mission in France. When she pulled back slightly, she let him keep his arms around her intending to enjoy the feeling of security and familiarity he gave her just a little while longer to gather the strength she needed to tell him her story.

"My mom and dad both came from money, they met at a private school in Georgetown when she was twelve and he sixteen. At first they were just friends, but as my mother became older, their feelings for each other changed. My father graduated and went to college and they both had other relationships, but when he came back to DC, they got together. My mom was my dad's first and only love and when he signed up for the Army and was about to be deployed, he married her. A few months later she wrote him she was pregnant, that was in october 1969, she just turned seventeen.

"My grandparents gave my father our family brownstone as a present and let my mother live there until my father came back from war. Five months later, I was born.

"My dad was ecstatic, he loved my mother with all he had and me even more. From the first minute on, I was daddy's little girl. We could have been a happy little family, my father even wanted to cut back on his hours in order to spend more time with us, but my mother was pretentious and needed a lot of money, so Dad worked harder to climb up the ladder and fulfill her needs.

"I don't blame everything that happened on her, in hindsight I think she just wasn't ready to commit to a child or a relationship, she wasn't ready for me. She had been only seventeen when she had me, so she just wanted to go back to her life how it was before me in it. I don't say she didn't love me, but it was hard on me, silently watching her wishing for another life.

"When my father was deployed again, she left me with nannies to pursuit her interests. I think she had a lot of affairs over the time, but at this point I thought she would go to work too. It took me a few years to realise that we were wealthy enough, that she didn't need to work.

"I was about ten years old when she started an affair with Micheal Eric Sanders, my dad was his CO at the time, but it turned into something serious. My dad didn't have the slightest idea of all her "extramarital relationships", as she called them, all he ever wanted was to make his one work. So naturally when she came clean because she was pregnant from a good friend of his, he was devastated.

"She wanted to take me with her, but I wouldn't go. When I was thirteen, a few months before Heather's birth, there was a custody trial about my case that my dad eventually won so I could live with Dad.

"When he was deployed, Noemi would stay with me, she was a better mother to me than mine had ever been. Don't get me wrong, her second attempt on motherhood was a success, she was great with Heather, still is, but she failed me and the tight bond between her and my sister hurt me even further. I felt abandoned and neglected what in turn strained my relationship with my mother to an extend. When I turned 15 I spoke only extremely reluctantly to her, but I loved my sister. I spent almost every minute I spent with them on playing with her. I slowly began to cope, my father on the other hand never stopped blaming himself for the failure of his marriage.

"I got older, more independent, but I still clinged to my dad. One day, I had gone out with friends, I came home a little after my curfew and he had almost drunk himself into oblivion. He nearly passed out on his desk in his study. Normally, he would have been too damn stubborn to actually talk to me, but as a result of his drunken state, he spilled his guts to me. I thought we would be better after that, but two months later, when I was in my room reading, I heard the sound of a gun being fired and I ran down and..."

At this point sobs shook her petite frame. His heart went out to her as he stroke her raid her to soothe her and kissed her temple, lingering. Loss was an emotion he knew, he could deal with that. He wasn't prepared to hear her going on with her story though, but listened to her nevertheless.

"I came into the study and I saw him. A tumbler of scotch still in front of him, his head on his desk. He hold his gun in his hand, there was blood everywhere and on the floor... his brain matter. On his temple, there was a..." She broke off again, hungrily taking in the comfort he granted.

"He had a hole in his skull. I blamed my mother and my step-father for his suicide.

"After my dad's death they wanted me to live with them, but I was already nineteen and decided to live in an apartment near the college, but I kept the townhouse.

"After I had finished college and enrolled in FLET-C, I moved back into the brownstone. I stayed in touch with Heather, always. I wrote her letters from Europe, Egypt, Israel, practically all parts of the world I were stationed at, apart from the times I was deep undercover.

"I speak to my mom only briefly on Thanksgiving and Christmas, I haven't seen her for years. I spend those holidays with my aunt Rebecca, the sister of my father, and her family, but Heather and I, we go Black Friday-shopping and meet up on Boxing Day. Most of the time also the day after her birthday and on mine. She is like a best friend to me, although she is thirteen years younger than I am."

He listened to her till the end, happy that she had at least a small part of them she considered family left whereas he lost his all at once. He contemplated if he should tell her about Shannon and Kelly, if he could trust her with his heart again. He decided to take the chance.

"Lost someone too." He told her gruffly, keeping his emotions at bay. "Shan and Kel, my first wife and our daughter."

She looked up at him, touching his jaw lightly with her fingertips and knowing that it was now her part to give him the strength to pull through.

"Shannon witnessed a murder." He whispered in a husky voice "She and Kelly were under protection of NIS. An agent drove them to Kel's piano lesson and was shot in the head. They died in the car crash." He had unshed tears in his eyes and she realised that remembering was as hard for him as it was for her.

She put his arms around his waist and tilted her head up, kissing his jaw softly where she had just touched him seconds before.

He took her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks lightly in a loving caress.

"You fixed me Jen, you know that? I felt whole again, in love. It felt so good to know that there was a person that loved me as much as I loved her, without any conditions."

She had tears in her eyes, she was the one that had walked away from him, that had broken him all over again. The regret she felt was overwhelming. She let the tears fall and he wiped them away with his thumbs.

He lifted her chin up and bent down to kiss her, a sweet, tender kiss that showed her all the emotions bottled up inside him. She saw the question in his eyes and knew he wanted her to fix him again as much as she wanted him to do the same thing for her.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back, knowing he knew what she wanted to say.

So that was quite a long chapter, pretty much without the team and anything the case concerning in it, but I hope you had fun reading it though.

I know the part about Shannon and Kelly is very short in comparison to Jen's story, but first I thought we all knew it and second I can't imagine Gibbs spelling all his emotions to her even if he loves Jen as much as I hoped he does :).

A friend of mine told me that maybe the story was a bit too straight forward as Gibbs and Jenny are as good as together at the end of chapter seven, but I have great plans for them, I don't know how I get them to do what I want them to do though. Maybe I just have to write another fanfic...

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