A\N: Chapter four of this story will be a little shorter than chapter 3. I still don't know whether JIBBS will work through this 'rough patch' or if they'll get divorced but I think the answer will come to me during this chapter or the next one. I hope you enjoy, Angels.
Jenny enters the bar and finds it rather empty for a Thursday night. She spots an empty seat at the bar and orders a Vodka martini once she reaches the bar.
A napkin along with her drink is placed in front of her just as her cell phone rings in the pocket of her coat. Jenny groans as she retrieves the ringing device and looks at the caller ID. It's her husband. She thinks for a second before declining the call from her husband, putting the little device beside her martini. She feels like breaking rule 3 tonight. She smiles to herself, taking a sip of her Vodka martini and draining it in another swallow, gesturing for another one once the glass is back down on the napkin, her phone ringing again.
God, Jenny thinks after letting it go to voicemail for the sixth time, he's persistent.
The redheaded woman stumbles out of the cab, her keys falling to the ground. "Damn." She swears, bending down to pick up the fallen keys. After she's secured her keys in her hands, she stumbles up the driveway and opens her unlocked door, trying to be quiet in case she wakes up the man who has most likely fallen asleep underneath his damn boat again.
She enters her foyer and stumbles inside, the door slamming closed, flinching when it reaches her ears.
"Jen?!" Comes the angry yet concerned voice of her husband. She smiles when she sees her husband wearing jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt.
"Are you drunk?" Jethro asks, she shrugs as if to say "what does it look like?"
"Never mind," he mutters, walking towards her and helping her out of her coat. "Jen, it's 1 am and you left the house without telling me. Do you know what was running through my head? Especially when you ignored my calls?" He asks her, Jenny rolls her eyes.
"I felt like breaking rule three." She answers, slurring her words. Jethro sighs. "Jesus Christ, Jen, you're wasted. How many drinks have you had?" Jenny shrugs: truthfully she stopped counting how many Vodka martinis she had after she finished the third one.
"I stopped counting after three." She replies truthfully.
"Oh my god, Jen. You're scaring me, I've never seen you this drunk." Her husband says, she laughs. It seems her beloved husband has forgotten about Paris.
"Oh I was pretty wasted that night in Paris night. Do you remember that night, Jethro?" She asks with a smirk. Jethro sighs as he comes up beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"We're not speaking about Paris tonight, Jen, not when you're this drunk. Come on, time for bed." Her husband says, leading her up the stairs to their bedroom.
Jethro leads her to the bed and sits her down on their made up bed. "Lets get you in your pyjamas."Jethro says, taking her boots off. "What are you doing?" She asks him sleepily.
"Taking your boots off, you can't sleep in your boots or clothes, Jen." Her husband answers, putting her left boot on the floor and lifting her right leg and taking that boot off.
"What do you wanna wear tonight, Jen?" Gibbs asks his wife before hearing the soft snores coming from his wife, he smiles a little bit. He takes off his wife's skirt and blouse and puts her in one of his USMC t-shirts before covering her up with their large comforter.
He bends down and kisses her forehead. He straightens up and goes to leave the room when one of Jen's hands clamp down on his wrist, her green eyes barely open. "Stay." She says, he hesitates. They've been married, have been for 6 years and has seen her drunk on multiple occasions but with their marriage crumbling and being asked for a divorce he doesn't know if he should stay.
"Please?" Jen begs, he sighs and nods Jen falls asleep.
"Of course I'll stay, just give me a minute to change." He says before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes out two minutes later dressed in sweats but no t-shirt, and gets into bed, facing the bedroom door, his drunk wife sleeping beside him, dreaming of Paris.
A dream:
She giggles as she's spun around in his arms on the dance floor of a Paris dance club. He catches her and just holds her.
"Thank you for tonight, Jethro." She says, resting her head on his shoulder, she can hear Jethro chuckling. "You're welcome, Jen. You deserve it." He says in her ear.
The music stops and Jethro leads her back to their private booth where Decker and Burley are watching.
"Lookin' good out there, Boss, Red." Stan says before taking a sip of the drink in front of him, Jen giggles and leans into Jethro, their team have long given up being bothered by the two of them.
A new song starts and Jen squeals, grabbing Jethro by the hand. "Come on!" She hears Jethro groan as he allows her to lead him back on the dance floor.
He quickly kisses her as she's wrapped in his arms.
A dream turned into a nightmare:
She's spun around again, the song slowing to a stop when everything fades away, the boys sitting at the booth are gone, and she can see the music and lights and people fading away before she can blink.
"Jethro, what's going on?" She asks him, fear in her voice. "I don't know, Jen." Jethro says as she watches him fade away before her very eyes.
"Jethro!" Jenny shouts as she stands alone in the dance club, dressed in a short black dress. Her team has vanished and the love of her life has vanished before her eyes.
"Jethro, where are you?" Jenny asks, looking around at the empty club which isn't a club anymore.
She's in the street, dressed in the same dress she was wearing in the club. And blood is running in rivers in the streets.
Jethro is lying dead in the Parisian street.
"Jethro!" She shouts.
She feels her legs give way and she falls to the pavement, the blood coating her legs and smearing across her as she crawls up to Jethro. In the dimness of the streetlights, she sees that he was shot in the chest but the shooter policed his brass.
"Jethro, please don't leave me, please." She begs him, tears falling down her face and landing on his corpse.
She knows begging him will do nothing but she has to try. She has to at least try and get the love of her life to wake up.
"Jethro, wake up!" Jenny shouts
"Jen." Comes Jethro's voice from somewhere far away. She shakes away the tears but they keep falling from her eyes.
"Come on, Jen." Jethro says again. His voice seems to be closer to her now but still too far away for her to know where he is.
"Don't leave me, Jethro, I need you." Jenny says just as she hears footsteps behind her but she ignores them.
"Damn it, Jen, you're having a nightmare. Wake up!" Jethro shouts at her, his voice is gruff and growling but she can hear the loving undertones. Jenny finds herself being dragged away from his dead corpse.
"NO! JETHRO!" Jenny screams as she's thrown over someone's shoulder. "JETHRO!" Jenny screams as Jethro's corpse leaves her eyesight.
Jenny bolts awake, a scream tearing from her throat as her eyes adjust to the light coming from the lamp on her husband's bedside table.
"Jen, it's okay, it's just a nightmare." Her husband is saying but she shakes her head as a throbbing pounding in her skull makes itself known, ignoring her husband comforting her. She turns away from her husband, his hand, that was outstretched to touch her shoulder, falls beside him.
Jenny sighs, facing the bedroom window. The dream which turned into a nightmare scared her, but nightmares aren't that uncommon in her line of work. Whenever she had nightmares, she would let her husband comfort her then hold her for the remainder of the night, but that was before she became director and ruined everything between her and her loving yet gruff husband.
Maybe the only way to salvage her marriage is to resign as director. She doesn't want to give up being director but she will if it means saving her marriage.
She'll do everything and anything to save her marriage, especially after that dream turned nightmare.
A\N: Chapter 4 of Semper fi-Always faithful is finally completed after weeks of sitting here. I haven't written out chapter 5 but I've got a little bit of it planned out in my head. I apologise for the long wait, Angels. I'm not sure when chapter 5 will be published but I'll make sure it'll be out by next week, no matter how long or short it will be.
Have a good week, my Angels.