Author's Note:
Thank you for the wonderful reviews and I am sorry for the delay in updating.
Here is the next chapter. Enjoy and Review ASAP… Thanks!
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"Señor Gibbs?" Milenka, Jenny's housekeeper questioned as she opened the door to him.
"I'm here to see Jenny." Gibbs said stepping inside.
"No, Señora Sheppard es indispuesto. She is indisposed." Milenka replied. "You must leave, Señor."
"I will, after I see her." Gibbs insisted, moving purposely around Milenka.
"Ah Dios. Stubborn man!" Milenka complained while rushing after him.
Gibbs took the steps up to Jenny's room two at a time. His heart was pounding double time.
Just how ill are you Jen?
Dizzy spells, vomiting… Do you have some kind of gastric virus or something?
Reaching her room, he found the door open. Jenny was sitting on the edge of her king sized bed, her back to him. She had changed out of her work clothes. They lay strewn on the chair near her dresser. A satin pajama top covered her back. The pants still lay on the bed. Her hair was damp and hung down her back.
"Señora?" Milenka said, moving to stand in front of Gibbs.
"Milenka, I said I didn't want to be disturbed." Jenny replied in a tear strained voice.
"Sí Señora, pero…"
"Jen, are you okay?" Gibbs asked stepping into the room.
Jenny's back stiffened. She swiped her tears away and turned to glare at Gibbs.
"Leave us." She ordered Milenka.
Gibbs closed the door and moved closer.
"Stop where you are and explain what you're doing here. And if it's to bitch and moan about your psych session, that can wait until tomorrow." Jenny warned.
Gibbs' steps slowed evidencing his surprise at her cold reception. After the kiss they had shared in her office and after the intense interlude in his basement, he expected her to welcome his concern.
"I came to see if you were okay." He said.
Her eyes were puffy and her nose red, clear signs that her crying had gone on for far too long.
"I'm fine so you can leave." Jenny stated, rubbing her temples.
"You're not. You have been crying and you have a headache. But what else do you have that was bad enough to send you home?" Gibbs asked, moving closer to the bed.
Jenny glared at him.
"Whatever ailment I have, is none of your concern. Now I'd like you to leave." Jenny stated as calmly as she could.
"Let me at least rub your shoulders and help ease your headache." Gibbs offered moving forward again.
Why won't you tell me what's wrong.
Damnit, why didn't you tell me about making love in my basement?
"No, I'm fine and all I want is to be alone." Jenny said rubbing her forehead again.
"Okay, just let me rub your neck and shoulders and then I'll leave." Gibbs insisted. "You know it helped when we were in that hut in Serbia."
He was next to her now. The smell of her damp hair reminded him of Paris when they would take long baths and end up making love in the tub. He sat down besides her and placed his warm hands on her shoulders.
"Jethro, Don't…" Jenny tried to stop him.
"Shhh. You are so tense. This will help." Gibbs insisted as he started kneading her flesh.
His hands moved up to her neck and down onto her bare shoulders as he pushed her satin pajama top out of the way. He liked touching her. He liked it a lot and from the way she was leaning into him, she was enjoying it too.
Damn you Jethro.
You were always good at massaging.
Jenny sighed leaning back into his touch. His hands were warm and slightly calloused adding a new sensation to his touch. He managed to find every knot between her neck and shoulder and slowly the tension eased from her body. His touch soothed and lulled her into a false sense of relief.
"So, what exactly is wrong with you?" Gibbs whispered.
So much for forgetting, about my problems. Jenny tensed.
She shook Gibbs' hands away and stood up intending to face him.
Unfortunately, she moved too fast. Luckily, Gibbs stood with her and was able to steady her, his hands wrapping around her arms.
"Easy Jen." Gibbs' voice filled with concern.
"I'm… crap." Jenny gasped rushing to her bathroom.
Gibbs followed her and found her heaving over the toilet.
What the hell's wrong with you, God Damnit!
Gibbs stayed with her until she was done. He used her damp towel to wipe her mouth, before helping her to bed. Once she lay back and seemed settled, Gibbs went to her door and shouted for Milenka.
"Si?" Milenka answered rushing into the room.
"Bring us each a shot of bourbon." Gibbs ordered.
"No! I'll have a … lemon twist." Jenny said. "And a plate of dry, salty crackers."
"What? You hate fizzy drinks." Gibbs said.
"No, I like fizzy drinks." Jenny insisted.
"La Señora está muy enferma. You sure, Señora?" Milenka asked.
"Milenka, get it!" Jenny ordered.
"Pero, we don't have any in the house." Milenka replied.
"Oh crap. Then go out and buy a case or two of it. But bring the crackers now!" Jenny growled.
Dry crackers?
Fizzy drinks?
These foods rang a bell for Gibbs but his focus on Jenny stopped him from thinking further on it.
"Jethro, please leave." Jenny said.
"We need to talk." Gibbs said sitting on the edge of her bed.
Jenny tensed.
Oh God!
Does he know?
Did Ducky betray my trust?
I'm not ready to do this!
"About what?" she asked, fearing his answer.
"About the … kiss we shared in your office." Gibbs replied.
"Oh, that." Jenny sighed, whether in relief or disappointment, she was not sure.
"Yes, that. What did it mean?" Gibbs asked.
"Nothing." Jenny replied too quickly.
"Nothing?" Gibbs growled.
He was expecting her to say, I want you, I miss you, I need you.
Not, Nothing!
Not after the intensity that had rocked through both of them.
"I was disorientated when I came too and I reached out for you. It was wrong and it shouldn't have happened."
"Shouldn't have happened!" Gibbs demanded.
And what about what happened in my basement?
Is that why you haven't told me about it… because it shouldn't have happened?
What am I?
Your toy boy, that you can use at will, and leave panting after you? He wanted to shout.
"Yes, it shouldn't have happened. Now leave Jethro. What we had, died a long time ago in Paris. Yes, I kissed you and it meant nothing to me, as I am sure it meant nothing to you. Now get out!" Jenny ordered.
"Fine, if that's what you want that's what you'll get." Gibbs growled standing and moving to the door. Anger coursed through his veins and he felt like breaking something.
"Oh and next time you need a good fuck, don't turn up on my door step. I don't have room for women like you in my life!" Gibbs swore as he left her room.
Oh God, he remembered and he thinks I used him!
How could this have turned out so badly?
Oh God, now he'll hate me and … his child!
I can never let him know that I'm carrying his child!
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Author's Note:
That is it for this chapter.
I explore Gibbs' hurt feelings in the next chapter.
The team also tries to help Gibbs, thinking his anger is still a result of the Emily case.
So stay tuned and review soon…. Thanks!