-CHAPTER TWO-

Originally I intended to leave this as a one-shot, but I decided to write a second chapter. So, now I guess it'll be a two-shot. I doubt I'll continue this. I like it how it is. Plus, I'm working on chapters for "Fate," "Blackout," and a new story.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own N.C.I.S. or any of the characters. I'm still a minor. Even if I could, I'm not old enough to!

Not my greatest work. I wrote this while getting over a migraine. I think it's pretty good, though. Short, but sweet.

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Jenny woke up and noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. "Jethro?" She called, pulling off the cover. She had only brought work clothes and no nightgown, so she was wearing an old N.I.S. shirt. She walked down the hallway, to the kitchen. "Jethro?"

"Yeah, Jen." Gibbs replied, standing in the kitchen.

"What tim-"

"Gotta leave in twenty."

Jenny looked around. "Do you have any bread?"

"Yep."

"I'm suprised. It isn't take-out." Jenny said, earning a playful glare from Gibbs.

Gibbs pulled a bag of bread from the shelf above the fridge.

"Where are your knives? I need to cut the bread."

"No knives, for you. Not yet."

"Jethro, I'm fine." Jenny retorted, her tone turning serious. She glared at Gibbs.

"Then, be patient."

"Jethro-"

"Please."

Jenny raised her eyebrows. "Did you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, just say please?"

"Nope."

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you are a strange man."

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders. "You want the bread, or not?"

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Jenny walked into her outer office, where Cythia was sitting. "Cythia, please clear all of my appointments for the next hour and tell everyone I'm going home early."

Cynthia gave her curious look, but nodded, anyways. "Yes, Director."

"Thank you, Cynthia." Jenny walked out to the staircase, and headed for the elevators.

"You goin' somewhere, Jen?" Gibbs asked, walking up to her.

"Home." she replied, shortly. She saw his strange look. "Jethro, I'm fine. I don't need to be watched every second."

He nodded, although she could tell that he didn't quite believe her.

"I'm fine, Jethro. Really, I'm fine."

"My door's always open, Jen."

"I know, Jethro."

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"Ducky!" Jenny exclaimed, with a smile, as the elevator doors opened to reveal the older M.E.

"Ah, hello, Jennifer."

Jenny stepped into the elevator and waited for the doors to close.

"How have you been, Director?"

"I am fine, Ducky, thank you." Jenny smiled.

"Staying with Jethro?" Ducky winked.

"Yes, Doctor Mallard." Jenny replied, blushing slightly.

"No suicidal thoughts, anymore?"

"He told you about tha-"

Ducky raised a finger. "Don't blame him, Jennifer. He is only looking out for you."

"I am doing better, Ducky." Jenny said, truthfully.

"You do look much better, my dear."

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Jenny climbed her staircase, thinking about a certain silver-haired N.C.I.S. agent.

-Flashback-

Jenny had left Gibbs, only a week, earlier. Now, she was sitting across from Ducky, in his living room. She took a sip of her tea. "I left him, Ducky. I left him, and it hurts."

"You care about him, Jennifer."

"I love him." Jenny replied, with unshed tears in her eyes.

-End Flashback-

Jenny packed a bag for Gibb's house. She couldn't stay at her home, there were too many sharp objects and bad memories. She couldn't stay, not until she got through her problems.

Putting on her coat, she thought about Paris. That was the only thing she could think of.

Maybe, things are getting better. Jenny thought, smiling to herself. Maybe, Jethro loves me back. I know he loves me back.