A/N: Okay Guys... Sorry that this final chapter is a little late. This last week for me has been extremely difficult and i had lost the will to write, but its back now! Anyways i want to thank everyone who has taken the time to give me feedback and read this story, it really means a lot... Hope you enjoy this last chapter!

Chapter 6

She sauntered sombrely into her study; the place that she spent time in the most. Sitting down slowly in the chair Jenny rested her head in the palms of her hands and tiredly rubbed her eyes- a side effect of the medication she was taking.

Every time she walked, every time she talked, every time that she did something, she felt pain. Whether it be a dull ache or a horrible cramp, she was in pain. And she knew that it was only a matter of time before she would reach her breaking point…

A small piece of paper was slipped out from underneath the megatons of paperwork lying in stacks on her desk. Tracing her shaky hands over it, she smoothed out any crevasses and bumps. The texture reminded her of Jethro- particularly the hard edges of the paper. It reminded her of the boats that he liked to build- of the sawdust and sharp splinters.

Lately everything seemed to be reminding her of Jethro… Reading through field reports at eleven pm on a friday night sent flashbacks soaring through her mind of their late-night stakeouts. Even the smell of coffee that Cynthia kindly brought to her every morning reminded her of him. She couldn't get him off her mind.

Jenny reached for a pen sitting in the cupholder at the end of the desk, but instead of reaching the pen, her hand seemed to push the entire cup off the edge of the desk. She huffed and sighed in annoyance. Had it been a few months ago, she wouldn't have been so frustrated about it. She remembered how easy it had been for her to just leap out of her chair and go where ever she needed to…

Placing her hands on the table, she painfully pulled herself down to the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around the table to pick up the stationary that had collapsed. Hearing her bones creak and feeling the rusty hinges in knees sent radiating pain throughout her body.

She wondered if Ducky had anything stronger to help her cope, because nothing seemed to be working. Either her health had gotten much worse or her body was becoming immune to the medication. Jenny had even contemplated doing drugs just to get through the day because her tolerance of pain was so bad.

Returning to the chair with a pen in her hand, she looked at the piece of paper and contemplated what she wanted to say. To him. Why she was writing to him- she didn't know. The pen contacted the paper and Jenny let her hand go freestyle. Before she knew it, Dear Jethro was staring right back at her.

Jenny threw the pen across the room, only to hear it creating a violent tap dance on the tiled floor. Bringing her hands to her eyes, she rubbed away the water falling and let out a few whimpers. Why did she have such strong feelings for him? Why did the mere thought of him send her into hysteric states?

Shoving the piece of paper underneath the piles of paper work, she leaned back in her chair and fiddled her hands together on top of her stomach. Her eyes felt heavy and like sandpaper from the tears she was shedding. Jenny heard a noise, like a clearing of a throat and she glanced up to see the one person she really didn't want to see. Jethro.

She turned her head away and she felt a warm blush rising to her cheeks. How long had he been standing there? She hadn't even heard the door open. He stood there watching the redhead sitting in the chair- avoiding eye contact with him.

Jenny looked like hell. Literally. In all the years that he'd known her, he'd never seen her look so weak, so vulnerable and fragile. Her hair was all knotted and messy, the mascara that she was wearing was smudged all around her eyes. It was like someone had beat her up. It was like she was a different person.

He watched as the tears fell down her face like powerful waterfalls and Jethro couldn't help but wince internally at the amount of pain that she was in. Why couldn't she just admit to him that she was sick? Why was it that she always had to look strong in front of him? Jethro paced quickly over to her and crouched at the side of her chair.

The redhead brought a hand in front of her face as if she was trying to hide. She felt a strong warm hand grip the hand idly sitting on her lap. The strong urge to pull it away was there, but she resisted. As much as she was afraid of being honest with him, she needed his warmth and comfort.

Her hand felt extremely cold and shaky. He breathed a sigh of pain as her sobs got louder. It didn't sound like cries of sadness, it was cries of extreme pain. He rested his head into the flatness of her breasts- listening to her heart beat fast.

Much to Jethro's surprise, she didn't push him away- as she usually would have done. She continued to cry uncontrollably as he squeezed her hand gently. Never in his life had he seen a woman so vulnerable and fragile. Not even Shannon, and yet he still didn't know what the hell was wrong with her. "Jen…" He whispered calmly.

Her sobbing slowed down momentarily upon hearing his deep voice, and she rested her chin on his head- that was still leaning against her breasts. She got a whiff of the strong coffee and sawdust embedded deep in the grey strands of hair, comforting her. Closing her eyes, Jenny tried to slow down her breathing.

Jethro could hear the small whimpers she was making deep inside her chest as she tried to calm herself down. The weight of her chin resting on his head sent a wave of joy surging through him. At last she was allowing someone to help her. He pulled his head away from her chest and ogled the sight of her.

No matter how much or how little makeup she ever wore. No matter how angry or pissed off she became, she always looked so beautiful. Whether she decided to wear her hair up in a bun or leave it down. She looked beautiful. She was beautiful now. Even with the smudged mascara and tear stained red cheeks.

She made eye contact with his concerned cold blue eyes that were so full of warmness. Jenny felt a strong hand trace the outside of her face. It felt so sensual and comforting. It made her wonder why she decided to keep the secret from him in the first place.

He would never be able to get enough of the sheer greenness of her eyes. They were so piercing and yet so pleasant. As he traced a hand around the curves of her cheeks and wiped away the tears, she placed a shaky hand on the wrist of his arm and stopped him. He watched as she gulped and stared straight into his eyes.

They said no words as she moved in closer to his face and placed a long overdue kiss on his manly, thin lips… If only she had known all along that it wasn't as hard to tell him as she thought it would be, then she would have done it ages ago…

-The End