Chapter 1 – Surprise
Jen’s POV
I stood up from my siège in the front of MTAC, smoothed out my jupe as I slowly turned around to face my ex-husband. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to see him for the first time in 6 years.
Has it really been that long? I thought to myself. It still felt like only yesterday. It still felt so fresh, like it had been only yesterday that I had…that I had left. Would he still be mad? Furious? Betrayed? Hurt? I thought. Would he be pleased to see me, ou will he wish me back to Londres on the first available flight?
My stomach was in knots and I felt like my cœur, coeur was in the back of my throat. Stop being so immature, I silently chided myself. I was jouer la comédie like a teenager. I’m his boss, I’m his boss, I repeated this mantra in my head as I turned around finally coming face to face with him.
“Hello Jethro.” I paused, shocked into silence at his appearance; he hadn’t changed at all.
He still looked like the man I had married all those years ago. He still had that signature marine hair cut and his rugged good looks, and those eyes. His sparkling blue eyes were still as mesmerizing as I remembered. It took all my self control to remind myself that he wasn’t mine anymore, that those eyes were no longer only for me. It still saddened me that we hadn’t made it, that it hadn’t lasted. We had been so good together, so much in love, in raptures with each other. We complimented each other perfectly, knew what buttons to press and weren’t afraid to passionately sort things out. We had been a real family.
But I had to do what was right for me, I still do.
“Should we save the ‘you haven’t changed a bit’ bull?” I asked with a cheeky smirk on my face. I was determined not to montrer how rattled I was par seeing him. Playing coy always worked. I hoped.
Gibbs looked slightly shocked to see me. If he was plus so, he was doing a good job at hiding it. He looked me up and down with an approving look on his face, and I couldn’t help but to blush slightly.
“Why start lying to each other now, Jen,” Gibbs replied, returning the smirk as he looked into my eyes.
I both hated and loved when he did this. He made me feel like the only person in the room, in the building, in the world. When he looked at me with those eyes I felt him catching sight of my soul, something I tried to keep hidden from most people. It worked on him too. When I gazed into his eyes, I could see him, I could see something true. I got Lost in his eyes, forgetting that all these years had passed, forgetting the events that lead us to this day, forgetting…
I held his gaze, reminiscing about times when he’s eyes only looked at me. Finally it become too much and I had to break the contact. I started to look away slowly, knowing I needed to stop this, but not wanting it to end.
He wasn’t mine anymore.
Gibbs got the hint and slowly lowered his gaze from my face. He started to shift awkwardly…well as awkward as Gibbs gets, which in comparison to the average person isn’t much.
“I’m surprised to see toi here Jen,” he told me, moving towards me in an effort to exclude the few other people who remained in the room.
“Disappointed?” I questioned. Please don’t be disappointed to see me.
“No, not disappointed,” He answered with a soft smile, which was something of a rarity with him. “Just surprised. Last Emily told me toi were stationed in England, counter terrorism. She didn’t tell me toi were reassigned.”
“I believe the proper word is promoted,” I corrected him. “And Emily wanted to surprise you. You’re so difficult to surprise.”
“Is Emily here?” Gibbs asked inquisitively. I smiled softly at this, and raised my head to look at him once again.
“Yeah, she’s here,” I told him. “School doesn’t start for another fortnight so she’s in my office; she wanted to unpack my things.” I shook my head softy. I knew that Emily had an ulterior motive. With her there usually was. She reminded me so much of her father when she did that.
“What?” Gibbs asked. Damn, he had always been able to read me, especially when it came to Emily.
“I think she just wanted to make sure that I didn’t bring any baby photos to put in my office,” I told him, choosing to omit the last part of my thought. That Emily truly was her father’s daughter.
Emily would be so mortified if there was a baby picture of her in my office. She was very private, and she didn’t want anyone who might be in my office looking at her picture. Gibbs knew this, and I could see him understanding her motives. Any 16 an girl would be embarrassed to have her baby photo on the mur in her mother’s office. Especially when their mother is the head of a federal agency.
I could tell Gibbs was itching to see her but I could also see something else on his face. Fear. After everything that has happened over the last couple of days I could understand Jethro’s fearfulness. And I must admit, I was sharing this sentiment. There was no way I was letting Emily out of my sight until I knew Ari was captured. I knew it was my job as Director to remain neutral in the situation, especially donné there was no proof. But I couldn’t take that chance. Not with my daughter.
“She’s sûr, sans danger in my office, Jethro,” I told him, wishing to allay the fears I knew were haunting him.
He just shot me a small smile, not needing to say anything.
“I need to grab some files from my office, then toi can see Emily and brief me on the situation with Ari,” I said, slipping seamlessly back into my role as Director. I started to déplacer towards the MTAC exit; Gibbs cut me off, gently holding me back par the arm. I looked up into his eyes, silently questioning him.
“I have missed toi Jen,” He all but whispered this into my ear. I could hear my cœur, coeur beating in my ears, and my temperature soared. Why did he have to make this so hard? Why did he have to look at me like that?
“Don’t make this any harder for me Jethro,” I whispered back. “Please. Let’s keep this professional at work.” I pleaded with my eyes. I didn’t need to be dreading up our personal history. I just wanted to settle into my new job, and get Emily settled into school.
Gibbs nodded his agreement, and slowly released his hold on me. He then proceeded to follow me out of MTAC and down the hall to my office.
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please let me know what u think. i have a couple of other chapter written for this but i need an outside opinion
Jen’s POV
I stood up from my siège in the front of MTAC, smoothed out my jupe as I slowly turned around to face my ex-husband. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to see him for the first time in 6 years.
Has it really been that long? I thought to myself. It still felt like only yesterday. It still felt so fresh, like it had been only yesterday that I had…that I had left. Would he still be mad? Furious? Betrayed? Hurt? I thought. Would he be pleased to see me, ou will he wish me back to Londres on the first available flight?
My stomach was in knots and I felt like my cœur, coeur was in the back of my throat. Stop being so immature, I silently chided myself. I was jouer la comédie like a teenager. I’m his boss, I’m his boss, I repeated this mantra in my head as I turned around finally coming face to face with him.
“Hello Jethro.” I paused, shocked into silence at his appearance; he hadn’t changed at all.
He still looked like the man I had married all those years ago. He still had that signature marine hair cut and his rugged good looks, and those eyes. His sparkling blue eyes were still as mesmerizing as I remembered. It took all my self control to remind myself that he wasn’t mine anymore, that those eyes were no longer only for me. It still saddened me that we hadn’t made it, that it hadn’t lasted. We had been so good together, so much in love, in raptures with each other. We complimented each other perfectly, knew what buttons to press and weren’t afraid to passionately sort things out. We had been a real family.
But I had to do what was right for me, I still do.
“Should we save the ‘you haven’t changed a bit’ bull?” I asked with a cheeky smirk on my face. I was determined not to montrer how rattled I was par seeing him. Playing coy always worked. I hoped.
Gibbs looked slightly shocked to see me. If he was plus so, he was doing a good job at hiding it. He looked me up and down with an approving look on his face, and I couldn’t help but to blush slightly.
“Why start lying to each other now, Jen,” Gibbs replied, returning the smirk as he looked into my eyes.
I both hated and loved when he did this. He made me feel like the only person in the room, in the building, in the world. When he looked at me with those eyes I felt him catching sight of my soul, something I tried to keep hidden from most people. It worked on him too. When I gazed into his eyes, I could see him, I could see something true. I got Lost in his eyes, forgetting that all these years had passed, forgetting the events that lead us to this day, forgetting…
I held his gaze, reminiscing about times when he’s eyes only looked at me. Finally it become too much and I had to break the contact. I started to look away slowly, knowing I needed to stop this, but not wanting it to end.
He wasn’t mine anymore.
Gibbs got the hint and slowly lowered his gaze from my face. He started to shift awkwardly…well as awkward as Gibbs gets, which in comparison to the average person isn’t much.
“I’m surprised to see toi here Jen,” he told me, moving towards me in an effort to exclude the few other people who remained in the room.
“Disappointed?” I questioned. Please don’t be disappointed to see me.
“No, not disappointed,” He answered with a soft smile, which was something of a rarity with him. “Just surprised. Last Emily told me toi were stationed in England, counter terrorism. She didn’t tell me toi were reassigned.”
“I believe the proper word is promoted,” I corrected him. “And Emily wanted to surprise you. You’re so difficult to surprise.”
“Is Emily here?” Gibbs asked inquisitively. I smiled softly at this, and raised my head to look at him once again.
“Yeah, she’s here,” I told him. “School doesn’t start for another fortnight so she’s in my office; she wanted to unpack my things.” I shook my head softy. I knew that Emily had an ulterior motive. With her there usually was. She reminded me so much of her father when she did that.
“What?” Gibbs asked. Damn, he had always been able to read me, especially when it came to Emily.
“I think she just wanted to make sure that I didn’t bring any baby photos to put in my office,” I told him, choosing to omit the last part of my thought. That Emily truly was her father’s daughter.
Emily would be so mortified if there was a baby picture of her in my office. She was very private, and she didn’t want anyone who might be in my office looking at her picture. Gibbs knew this, and I could see him understanding her motives. Any 16 an girl would be embarrassed to have her baby photo on the mur in her mother’s office. Especially when their mother is the head of a federal agency.
I could tell Gibbs was itching to see her but I could also see something else on his face. Fear. After everything that has happened over the last couple of days I could understand Jethro’s fearfulness. And I must admit, I was sharing this sentiment. There was no way I was letting Emily out of my sight until I knew Ari was captured. I knew it was my job as Director to remain neutral in the situation, especially donné there was no proof. But I couldn’t take that chance. Not with my daughter.
“She’s sûr, sans danger in my office, Jethro,” I told him, wishing to allay the fears I knew were haunting him.
He just shot me a small smile, not needing to say anything.
“I need to grab some files from my office, then toi can see Emily and brief me on the situation with Ari,” I said, slipping seamlessly back into my role as Director. I started to déplacer towards the MTAC exit; Gibbs cut me off, gently holding me back par the arm. I looked up into his eyes, silently questioning him.
“I have missed toi Jen,” He all but whispered this into my ear. I could hear my cœur, coeur beating in my ears, and my temperature soared. Why did he have to make this so hard? Why did he have to look at me like that?
“Don’t make this any harder for me Jethro,” I whispered back. “Please. Let’s keep this professional at work.” I pleaded with my eyes. I didn’t need to be dreading up our personal history. I just wanted to settle into my new job, and get Emily settled into school.
Gibbs nodded his agreement, and slowly released his hold on me. He then proceeded to follow me out of MTAC and down the hall to my office.
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please let me know what u think. i have a couple of other chapter written for this but i need an outside opinion
