A\N: My first multi-chaptered JIBBS story in a long time. This story will only have 5 or 6 chapters so it'll be a really short JIBBS story. This is, of course, a JIBBS centred story. Our favourite Director and agent have been married since Paris, meaning that Jenny didn't leave Gibbs in Paris with only her coat and a Dear John letter for explanation.

Things between Jenny and Jethro are bad, and they have been since she became Director of NCIS 5 months ago. With the non- stop fights between them, Jenny is doubting that they'll make it to their 7th wedding anniversary. When one of them suggests a divorce, one of them backs out, determined to make their marriage work again. Will they get through this rough patch or have the fights between them become that it will break them apart forever?

I hope you Angels enjoy this JIBBS story, updates will as always be sporadic because I've got several stories that need writing and publishing and editing.

It's silent in the house, nothing can be heard. It's pitch black inside the house, except for the streetlights that manage to peep in through the gaps in the closed curtains in the bedroom where two married people sleep in bed.

Even though there are two married people asleep in the bed, they don't look as if they're married, opting to sleep as far away from each other as they can without falling out of the bed. They aren't wrapped up in each other's arms, keeping the other safe even in sleep, keeping them safe against the demons that plague them in their dreams. No, they're sleeping far enough apart that it seems like they can't stand to be next to each other. Which is true to some degree. They are married but they can't stand to be next to each other.

Jennifer 'Jenny, Jen' Gibbs lies awake in bed, staring at the gap in the closed curtains, the streetlight pouring dim light into the bedroom she shares with her husband. Husband. She thinks to herself as her fingers travel to the two rings that have been on her fingers for the last 6 years. Quite frankly, she's not sure how much longer he will remain her husband. They've been fighting non-stop for the last 5 months, and it's slowly killing her.

The tears that she thought had long stopped, return to her green eyes, making silent paths down her cheeks and landing on her chin before dropping off it and landing on her throat. Their latest fight was brutal and only happened a mere three hours ago right before she came to bed, unable to face her husband after the words he said to her. A narcissist he called her. Controlling. The tears fall faster as his words echo around in her head.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs isn't sure what wakes him up. He could've sworn he heard something, a sound that he's not sure where it came from but he heard it.

Sniffling. Coming from the bed, the bed he shares with his wife of 6, almost 7, years. His wife is crying. And he didn't notice.

He rolls over so he's facing his wife's back. "Jen?" He asks quietly. The sniffling quickly stops and his wife's quiet voice fills their bedroom, though she doesn't face him. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" She asks, he considers lying to her then thinks better of it. She'll know he's lying.

"Yeah, you did but I don't mind." He says, Jen doesn't say anything so he reaches out to place a comforting hand on her back but as soon as it's on her body, his wife flinches, almost as if she can't stand being touched by him. "Why are you crying?" He asks softly, the sheets rustle with her movements as she turns to face him.

"Like you'd care." She answers. His eyes widen. "Jen, of course I care why you're crying at 3 am." He retorts, Jen scoffs.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this anymore, Jethro," Jen whispers suddenly in the darkness of their bedroom. His interest is piqued. What can't she do anymore? He wonders.

"I don't know how much longer I can cry myself to sleep before you finally hear or until I finally die because these fights are slowly killing me with each one we have." She tells him quietly. He can't speak: it's like his mouth has stopped working.

"What are you saying, Jen?" He finally gets out. Jen sniffles again as more tears make their way down her face.

"What I'm saying, Jethro, is that I'm crying myself to sleep every night because of these little fights we've been having and I can't take it anymore." She bursts out.

"You asking for a divorce, Jen?" He watches as she nods her head slowly. "I... I guess I am because I don't know what else to do." His wife says quietly. He feels his own tears building up in his eyes as he puts a hand on her cheek, tracing her cheekbone like he's done so many times before he drops his hand and turns away from his wife without saying anything.

What can he say? His wife wants a divorce.

The tears fall down his face as he looks at their closed bedroom door. He thought he and Jen would be together forever, but after 6 years of marriage, it looks like their forever is about to come crumbling down around them... unless he can stop it before all the falls down.

It's not too late for him and Jen to find their way back to each other.

A\N: This is just the first chapter and already I have it written out in my head. I'm working on chapter two and I think you Angels will really enjoy the upcoming chapters. The upcoming chapters will have comfort, confrontations, tears, anger, fluff and Paris memories.

Have a good weekend, Angels.

A short sneak peek for chapter 2: Wedding vows and Paris memories.

Her alarm goes off and she quickly reaches out to silence it before it wakes her husband. A bullet enters her heart at the thought of her husband and what she said to him early this morning.

She asked him for a divorce and told him some truths he didn't realise.

She yawns once the alarm is turned off and rolls over to find her husbands side of the bed empty, and made up, with his pillow and a blanket they keep on the foot of their bed removed. It hits her like a bullet before fired from the barrel of a sig sauer:

He's really giving into her: he's giving her what she wants.

A divorce.