Author's Note:
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It took Gibbs over an hour to get ready for work. His head pounded and his body ached from hitting the floor. As he pulled his jacket on he looked at the bra lying on his pedestal.
Who was it?
Why didn't she stay?
Surely I didn't hire a call girl!
No, it must be someone I know.
But, who?
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Jen was experiencing similar feelings of confusion. Only she remembered every kiss, every touch and every sensation clearly.
How am I going to face him today?
This is going to complicate things…
Damnit, I shouldn't have gone to him!
But he needed me…
He was hurting so bad…
How could I have refused him?
But damn it, I could have at least got him to use a condom for God's sake!
Arriving at the office she was surprised and relieved that he wasn't in yet.
She headed to her office quickly and decided to get stuck in her work and to push her doubts and confusion to the background.
I'll deal with it when he gets in.
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Gibbs got to the office after 9. His head throbbed incessantly and he was in a black mood. DiNozzo looked up and raised his eyebrows at the fashionable sunglasses that shielded Gibbs' eyes. McGee and Ziva also stared.
"Get back to work!" Gibbs growled, taking a seat behind his desk.
As the team pretended not to be watching him, Ducky entered the bullpen. He noticed Gibbs' sunglasses and the scowl on his face. As he caught DiNozzo's eye he saw his concerns mirrored in the younger man's eyes.
Sighing Ducky approached Gibbs' desk.
"Jethro, would you mind joining me down in autopsy?" Ducky asked.
Autopsy!
Where Kelly's … no … Emily's broken body will be lying, naked and cut open.
Gibbs' breath caught.
He knew that everyone was watching him so he pulled himself together and stood on shaky legs. He moved in front of Ducky and headed to the elevator. The ride down to autopsy was a quiet and awkward one. As they stepped out of the elevator, Gibbs' steps slowed and he let Ducky precede him. He reluctantly looked up and was surprised that the steel tables were clean and devoid of any bodies.
"Duck?" Gibbs questioned, his heart beat returning to normal.
"Here you go." Ducky said handing him 2 aspirins. "Drink it and then we'll talk."
Gibbs took the offered pills and downed them without water.
"You couldn't have saved her." Ducky started.
"Duck." Gibbs warned.
He didn't want to hear this. Not now.
"And she wasn't Kelly." Ducky continued unperturbed.
"Don't…" Gibbs growled slamming his hand on the steel table.
"Someone has to set you right and someone has to help you deal with this." Ducky said placing a gentle hand on Gibbs' shoulder.
Gibbs shrugged his hand away and turned to leave.
"Jethro you have to talk about it. You have to deal with it and you have to deal with your guilt over Kelly and Shannon's deaths. There was nothing you could do for them and there was nothing you could have done for Emily." Ducky shouted as the autopsy doors closed behind Gibbs.
Gibbs headed for the men's room, his fists tightly clenched and his body tingling with rage. In the men's room he removed his sunglasses and stared at his bloodshot eyes. Unshed tears glistened in those eyes.
Yeah I was too late for all of them!
I was too bloody late!
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"Where's Agent Gibbs?" Jen asked entering the bullpen.
She decided that hiding out in her office wasn't her style at all. She needed to face Gibbs and they could discuss what had happened and move back to being purely platonic friends.
Her body, remembering Gibbs' touch, seemed to suggest something else.
You need to face him … and agree on the location of the next raunchy sex session …
"Madame Director, are you okay?" DiNozzo asked seeing the flush on her cheeks.
"I'm fine. Now where's Gibbs?"
"Like Ziva said, his down in autopsy." DiNozzo replied.
Jen looked at Ziva and frowned when she realized that she hadn't even heard Ziva speak.
Turning away she headed for the elevator intending to find Gibbs.
Ziva looked at McGee and DiNozzo, who were both looking at her expectantly.
"What? Do I have something on my face or struck between my teeth?" She asked running a hand over her face to remove any blemishes.
"No, Zee-vah." Tony said.
"What's up with the Director?" McGee asked.
Both man moved closer to Ziva's desk.
"Why would you think I know something?" Ziva asked.
"Because, you and the Director have a past connection and you know her well." Tony said.
"And you are usually the most insightful one on the team." McGee chirped only to have his ribs bruised my Tony's jutting elbow.
"Well, she knows that yesterday was especially tough for Gibbs. And she and Gibbs were… I mean are friends, so she is obviously very concerned about him, just like we are." Ziva said.
"She and Gibbs were what Ziva?" Tony grinned.
"Partners! Tony they were partners." Ziva insisted.
"But she was blushing." McGee said.
"Blushing? No. Maybe she is unwell. Yes, maybe she is chasing a fever." Ziva said.
"It's running a fever, Ziva." McGee said.
"Oh your American idioms drive me up the hall!" Ziva growled.
"Wall." DiNozzo said.
"Hall, wall, ball, whatever! We need to complete these reports before Gibbs gets back so shoo, get back to your desks." Ziva said turning back to her computer.
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Gibbs pulled himself together and headed for the elevator. As it dinged open, he rushed in. In his haste he didn't see Jen stepping out. As luck would have it he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him to prevent her from falling.
All the sensations of the previous night washed through Jen in wave after wave of acute arousal. As much as she prayed that he would let her go, she prayed that he would kiss her.
"Sorry." Gibbs growled releasing her a second later and pushing her aside as he got into the elevator.
What the … Jen gasped.
"Jethro, are you okay?" Jen asked, puzzled by his cool behaviour.
"I'm fine. Are you stepping out or getting in?"
"What?" Jen asked more confused than ever.
Gibbs looked down at her legs. When she looked down she realized that she had one foot inside the elevator and one outside.
"I was looking for you." She said.
"Well you found me so get in." Gibbs said impatiently.
Jenny was fuming on the inside.
Just what the hell is wrong with you Leroy Jethro Gibbs?
You dominated and ravished me last night and now you're as cold as a bloody ice cube!
"What is it?" Gibbs asked once Jen stepped in.
"What?" Jen asked.
"You were looking for me. What do you want?"
I want you!
No… no… no… I don't!
"I, mmm, I wanted to see how you were holding up."
"I'm fine. I don't need a babysitter, Jen." Gibbs replied, annoyed.
Yeah, you didn't need a babysitter last night either.
"All I meant was that I'm here if you want to talk about …"
"I don't want to talk." Gibbs cut her off as the elevator door opened.
He stepped out and growled to his team that he was going out for coffee.
Jen stared at his retreating back as realized hit home.
He doesn't remember!
The best sex we've ever had and he has no recollection of it!
Of all the bloody crazy things in the world!
And now I've got the hots for him all over again …
And he doesn't feel … anything … for me!
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Author's Note:
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