Bonjour! Je me'appelle Tomorrow! Hey everyone! I meant to have this up at the beginning of the week but I was stressing about starting school. I just started Monday and I love French class! So from now on updates will be going slower (though hopefully not much, considering how awesome I am about it)

Yay! I have finally completed one of my many goals in life and hooked my very best friend on NCIS!

Well, I actually had the talk done about a month ago……… and then I rewrote it 6 times. I finally got it to come out the way I wanted it to!

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and stuck with me! I hope I've met your expectations for this one. :D

Disclaimer: I will never own. But a girl can dream right?

________________________________________________________________________

Bullpen

"Boss!" Tony jumped up as Gibbs entered the bullpen, "I found some one who might be able to help us," now that got his attention.

"Who DiNozzo?" he barked,

"Agent Shepard's partner in Cairo, um, Mossad Officer Ziva Dah-veed. I'm trying to contact her now,"

"No need," the new voice in the bullpen made Tony jump and drop his phone before turning to look at the woman who spoke: she was definitely Middle Eastern and had tan skin and curly, dark brown hair with a thick, Israeli accent. "I am Officer David. Deputy Director David has sent me to join your investigation." She said in a voice that made it clear there was no debating.

"What makes you think we'll let you?" Gibbs retorted anyways, he had no idea who this woman was or who's side she was really on.

Ziva sighed, Jenny wasn't kidding when she said Gibbs didn't like people trying to interfere.

"Ms. Shepard was working some very high class missions, we need to be sure no Intel got into the wrong hands. Besides that, she was my friend and I would like very much to catch her murderer," she said calmly, she clearly expected to win.

Gibbs had to think, she was Mossad so she could've worked with Jen, but she doesn't know Jenny's alive so having her here could be dangerous. I'll ask Jen if we can trust her.

"Stay here," he growled at her before going to the elevator. Once inside he dialed his home line and waited for it to go to voicemail once again.

"Hey Jen, I need to ask you abo—," he was cut off as the phone was picked up,

"Hi, what did you need?" she answered,

"A woman just showed up here to assist with the case, a Ziva David, Mossad. Can we trust her?"

"Ziva? What is she doing here?" she mumbled to herself before answering him, "yes, you can trust her. She was my partner in Egypt and a great friend,"

"Does she know?"

"Oh, she knows alright, she's the one who got me out of there. Will you, um, tell her that I'm safe," he could tell from her voice that she cared about the woman and made a mental note to ask her about their time together. He said goodbye and hung up as he stepped back out of the elevator.

"Alright, David, you're on the case," his two agents turned to look at him in shock; their boss didn't share cases, he started turf wars about them!

________________________________________________________________________

"Jen?" Gibbs called out as he stepped through his font door, making sure to lock it behind him.

"I'm here," she said, stepping into the hall from the living room and eyeing the bag of takeout he was holding. He noticed her staring and smiled, motioned to her to go into the kitchen. She smiled as she took out the sesame chicken he got for her but he noticed the constant look of worry in her eyes.

They ate in silence, Gibbs thought it would've been nice if it weren't for Jenny reminding him of their situation with her constant fidgeting.

When they were done he cleared the dishes and joined her on the couch where she was watching tv. After a little while, he turned the television off and turned to look at her.

"I think we should talk now," she nodded and pulled her legs up onto the couch. For a few moments he just looked at her before starting softly,

"Y'know, after you left I spent months trying to figure out what I did or didn't do to make you leave. I'm still trying to."

"Jethro, please don't think that! This was not your fault," she begged him, despaired that he thought that.

"Then why did you go?" he pressed, after nearly four years of wracking his brain he was going to find out.

She lowered her eyes and hugged her knees tighter to her chest, when she spoke her voice was just a shaky whisper.

"I was scared," whatever he was expecting it wasn't this, what had she been afraid of?

"I was scared because I love you more than I ever thought possible and I couldn't imagine ever being without you. I was afraid that when we went home things would be different and we wouldn't last, and I don't think I could work with you then," she took a deep breath, "and that scared me out of my mind. The only solution I saw was to break us before we fell apart.

"And it killed me to leave but I did. And please believe me that there's never been a moment I didn't want to take it all back," she choked the last words out, silent tears running down her cheeks. He reached over to her and wiped the wetness away before pulling her into her side. She didn't protest, but snuggled closer as he ran his hand soothingly over her arm.

"Jenny, please don't cry, you know I hate it when you cry," he whispered to her, it always broke his heart. She was such a strong woman, and when she got to the point of tears there was often nothing he could do.

"I know. Please, Jethro, please forgive me. I—I hate myself for what I did to you and I don't want you to hate me too,"

"I don't hate you, Jenny, I could never hate you," he told her, lifting her chin so she met his eyes and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She responded instantly to his touch and parted her lips slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

"Jethro—Jethro I love you," she said in between kisses. He paused a moment and started into her emerald eyes, filled with love.

"I love you too, Jenny," he told her, proving his point with another heart stopping kiss. She smiled against his mouth and linked her arms around his neck. He tugged at the hem of her blouse and she stood up with him, linking their hands as he led her to his bedroom.

________________________________________________________________________

Okay, if you seriously can't figure out what happens after that.

I know this was a bit short but I could not get it any longer. I had up to where Ziva joins the investigation and the talk written but couldn't figure out what to write in the middle, and then tonight I was just 'okay I am done with this! I'm just cutting to Gibbs going home!'

I really hope you liked this! :D  ;D