Title: Temptation - Part 2
Continued: of "Temptation - Part 1"
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
People: Jen
Pairing: Gibbs / Jen (Jibbbs)
Category: Drama
Content: Referring to the episode 5x09 (Wanted & Found)
The scene between Gibbs and Jenny in her house, from the perspective of Jen and a piece beyond.
Disclaimer: The characters of the story based on the series "NCIS" (engl. title: NCIS), produced by Donald P. Bellisario (Belisarius Productions) and broadcast on CBS in the original. The story was the sheer fun of the series and to write. It is used for commercial purposes. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
Comment: crackled This episode is so great between the two, that I simply had to make a few thoughts.
* Temptation - Part 2 *
Jenny stood in silence at the door and watched Gibbs' conversation with the boy. It was incredible how well he could deal with children. How he managed to win her for himself. Them of any fear and awe. A gentle smile was on her face. Dreamy they lost in this picture and for a moment she wished to be able to capture this scene forever. There was so much warmth, confidence and trust in it. Jenny could not remember when she felt the atmosphere was the last time in this house. At another time, in another life, this moment could have been the most natural thing in the world. A man, a child - maybe a conversation between father and son - a family. But it was not by far. Quite the contrary. Why they threw the story of the boy so much from the train? Where their usual sobriety was gone? What was only with her? Frightened by their rambling thoughts so they broke it again when she saw Gibbs approaching. "I had forgotten," she gave him to understand.
"What?" He asked, not understanding a fixed gaze on her.
With a pensive smile she replied: ". How well do you understand with children"
being slightly embarrassed, knowing smile, head down, they did get goose bumps. Would she ever be able to resist this man? Therefore, they quickly asked about finding back: "Do you think he knows more than he tells us,"
"He's worried about his dad, so he does not want to sleep," replied Gibbs.
"And now he does not have to worry ......", presented Jenny, after conducting a brief glance at the boy who is sleeping, and whispered with a satisfied grin. Slowly, she turned to go, as they quietly behind Gibbs heard asking: "Shall we let him sleep here or ...?", Before he could ask the question over, Jenny shook her head and pointed with a gesture to the top. "You're right, so comfortable is not the old sofa. If you ask him could get high. "
With a nod he gave her his coat and pulled Carson, carrying in her arms, from the study. Rasch was preceded by Jenny. She put Gibbs' jacket at the half over the railing of the stairs and then opened in the upper floor, the door to the guest room, where already a large rustic bed waiting for his young guest bedroom. Quietly she stepped aside. She watched attentively as Gibbs the sleeping boy gently placed in the bed and covered up his caring. Again they came over to hold a deep sense of affection and desire this scene. A feeling that they did not previously and which caused her some anxiety. She almost felt himself caught, as Gibbs again stood next to her and replied with his piercing blue eyes, their silent gaze. By going to Gibbs, Jenny looked again to Carson and then pulled the door quietly shut. She slowly stepped back towards Gibbs and stroked his grateful smile on his arm. A pulse that could not resist it and they, slightly trembling, his whole body felt. For a moment she was on the verge to throw all reason to the winds and devote himself entirely to this feeling. Ask him to stay. For this night. Forever. But in the end it lacked the courage and she turned away in silence.
When she saw Gibbs on the stairs beside her, she turned again to go up and heard him say reassuringly. "It is already clear"
light absorbed in thought, Jenny nodded to him and said it at last, even if it does not really say this was what she wanted: "It's pretty long ago. We ... together outside the office. "They did not know if she could expect a reply from him and saw him take his coat before he briefly with the words, "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest" stopped.
"I do not," she replied in a quiet voice and heard themselves, their words very well aware of your thoughts. "There was a time when I would have asked you to stay and it is not accepted if you said no to have." It was the desire, the beautiful thought that was suddenly independent and when they would have had the courage in a different formulation actually more like a pleading call would have been equivalent.
He seemed irritated but not surprised, and therefore met Gibbs' clear "No!" it harder than expected. It hurt, damn it hurt. It was impossible to read it in his blue eyes. Just as they could indicate this, and everything meaningless, conspiratorial grin on his face. What did it mean? What did they expect from it? Did it ever again, something to expect from him? And above all she really wanted to expect from him? Disappointed, she looked at him and wanted to know: "What happened, Jethro?"
"You've decided you" broke his word to her ear and attacked at once, like a cold hand on their heart. Jenny had to swallow, for he was right. Finally, they were her own words with which they at the beginning of her job as director, Gibbs made it absolutely clear that there would be something private out of the office ever again. Her words to which he, to its regret, strictly kept. A mistake, a big mistake, as they had to admit now, however, and a realization that made it difficult for her to get up this rule.
Although it sounded like a bland excuse as an excuse, more to herself than to him, Jenny Gibbs replied almost apologetically, "I could only do what was best for me. I still do. " Deep down inside they knew, however, that the decision to go to him then and today have anything but the best for she was. It was perhaps the best for their jobs, their careers and for their ego, but not for their soul. A fact that she has not facilitated to jump over their own shadow to stop Gibbs.
Jenny saw his mysterious smile, which she could not read easily, and express my wish something can be. Something, something that could express what they really wanted. But she did not succeed and you had no other choice than to accept that he went without another word.
looked motionless them some time to those who have fallen behind him in the lock, heavy front door. A cold wind made them shiver shoulders contract and close the sad eyes. Only the ticking of a large wall clock came through the lonely silence of the house. Quiet sigh, she tried to shake off the confusing feelings. A voice advised her to follow him and stopped. But the reason, her cursed reason, they stopped them. Only after a while they broke away from the immobility and walked slowly to her study. Sparsely was the light of the hallway on a bottle of Scotch on the edge of the desk and the temptation, all the mixed up mind to push through a sip of biting, soothing brown liquid aside, was great. But no. Shaking her head, she decided against it. Finally, she was not alone in the house. Since ancient times was the house were met this evening to life and she felt comfortable about it, well like not for long.
It was late and even though it was a tough day, she could not sleep. She was too upset and confused. Thoughtfully, she settled in a large chair, fall against the sofa, and rigidly observed the flickering of the fire. Even if she wanted to cry, about himself and the fact for their feelings about Gibbs always like standing in the way she held the tears back but brave. No, she would not weep for him! Not here, not now. Never tried they persuade her moist eyes and closed firmly. Images of the past flashed briefly past her ... Cars, screeching tires, the rain-soaked streets of Paris, a small room in the dim light of a street lamp, his laughter, their shared passion and a sense of security in his arms. More than six years had passed. Beautiful memories that they consulted more often for some time and they had actually allowed near him. They locked inside them.
deep breath after a while Jenny opened her eyes and tried desperately to shake off their troubled thoughts. A smile flitted across her face shortly afterwards, when they out thought how Carson came into her house and with an astonished, "Wow!", which her father collected antiques appraised. His childlike enthusiasm was downright pending and before they could be fitted properly, she found herself in a conversation about compasses, old maps and antique weapons again. She looked exactly the stunned faces of their housekeeper, as she, a little unsure, standing on a chair, the big old world of her father fished from the cabinet. The good woman was already more than surprised when she brought the boy to be home. have made a finding that Jenny, in addition to their own surprise, this decision immediately without concern to affected and thoughtful made. It was the same stunned expression as she had a few hours, in Gibbs' eyes seen. Was it so unusual that they agreed ready for it? Do not you dare you to take care of a child? Why had the feeling that they do not understand? She looked exactly Gibbs' requesting expression in the eyes, told her how much he would have the boys themselves to be taken, but it did not, it could not, therefore, the decision left her. Why did he do that? Had he known that she would react this way? Or was it just a test, how they would react? A test of who would gain the upper hand in this situation? Jenny or director Shepard? She did not and would not know probably is. You just knew when she saw the spirit of the peaceful sleeping boy before that it was the right decision. And they fervently hoped that everything would clear up as quickly as possible and he could return home to his family.
Whereby Jen had to admit honestly that they wondered afterwards how she could make this decision so quickly. Where was the sober, superior Jenny? The Jenny, who almost never allowed himself to take a decision from the belly to take out? And it was clearly a gut decision. Jenny was aware that it was silly, but maybe it was a little to the newspaper article and is secretly delighted to see read that Lt. Col. man from Gibbs' life seemed gone. It was almost like an inner impulse, when he turned up at that exact moment in her office, and she saw the opportunity to show him another side of director Shepard.
The joints loosening, she put in a piece of comfortable chairs and pulled up a stool, place the legs approach. Then she closed her eyes again and listened to the faint crackling of the fire. Re-emerged Gibbs' face in front of her. His face, which was able to express so much without one, however, say exactly what he thought. His blue eyes that were so unfathomable and managed to one with a View the floor to steal under their feet. Her forehead wrinkles and retreated to the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as she wondered again if it was really right to let him go back then. It was long ago and it finally did that, when she returned to DC as his boss, no return for both of them would. Their rekindled feelings for him, and the associated underlying jealousy that she felt bound, when he was together with Hollis, made it any easier. Therefore, to read the inner satisfaction that the woman several thousand miles away from here and you no longer stood in the way. Silly, naive thoughts that Jenny really did not want to allow as they did not in any way what was between the two, or was not. And yet she could not defend themselves against it, for the hope remained. The hope of admitting something they did not dare. To something that they had given up because of her career and love again wanted. A hope of love, security and trust. To something that Gibbs had what they both already had and lost. To something that she was gradually inwardly ready to give him another.
Jenny shrugged eyelids and her mouth opened to a soft sigh as she heard the question in my mind Carson at dinner: "Did you know children?" And the boy's question at the next Breath but immediately answered himself, "But I believe rather not, as it looks here." Was it really so obvious? Yes, how did it themselves. After all, had, since she moved into her parents' house back, nothing changed Great.
Although they have hardly anything regretted in their lives. Your decisions and objectives are well thought out and were planned in a way, probably came to her now and then doubt. Doubt whether it was all worth it. Doubt whether they wanted to spend the rest of their lives as well. Especially in situations like these, they were particularly strong, and gnawed, as in an open wound on her. The question was whether she wanted to have children, for they never for debate. Rather, it appeared to her in past years more and more of a hindrance. But times, the wishes and feelings would change, as they had to learn painfully. Only it was too late for it now and the sad realization that fact alone, Gibbs probably never understand correctly, did the rest.
*** The next morning,
A noise, followed by an unpleasant, stinging pain, was startled Jenny. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked into Carson's grinning face.
"Did you sleep around here all night?", He wanted to know something incredulous. Fully
stiff and tired Jenny taught slowly to the chair and looked around: "Uhm ... think so, "put them firmly with aching limbs.
very cavalier gave Carson Jenny's hand and helped her out of the chair. Astute, he looked at her, "Did you scared that I get out?"
"No," she said at once, and tried to sit up reckend what was not so simple. ". I sat down and fell asleep apparently"
With a simple "Ah so", the matter was dismissed as to him and he rubbed his sleepy eyes, "there you have breakfast? I have indeed ravenous. The burger of the evening did not last long. "
" Sure thing, "she replied without hesitation was, but far from certain what they would find in the kitchen. Jenny could not remember when she had breakfast the last time at home, let himself was shopping and filled her refrigerator. But her housekeeper was responsible.
know "what? Go, but just before been to the kitchen, "she said. "I'm moving fast, and then we'll see what's for breakfast."
nodded Carson made his way and left her alone.
When Jenny moved appeared in her kitchen, the boy had been scheduled coffee. Surprised and pleased to same, she looked at him: "Is about me," Carson nodded
with a big smile, her large, colorful cup presented the nose and filled them. Visibly stunned Jenny looked between the boys and the cup back and forth. First, she could not remember at all those cups in their cupboards and secondly, they found it delicious to be served by a young man. No matter that it's been an eternity ago was that they even had breakfast with someone, let alone a male person completely.
"I'll do on the weekend at home for my dad and my mom ever," Carson told proudly and sat expectantly beside her at the table. "And what you have to offer tasty?" He asked, looking around curiously.
"Uhm ... yes, "Jenny began with a perplexed look through their clean, neat, tidy kitchen. "How about ...?"
" Pancakes! "Carson ended the question and enthusiastically jumped from his chair. "Then I had an appetite. Do you? "
" Yes, why not? "She replied a little unsure, and hoped fervently that their housekeeper would show up soon, because her cooking skills were rusty significantly in recent years.
Why just pancakes? She had no idea when they had eaten the last time which made much less.
Carson, however, was a very smart guy and saw her look at what was going on at once: "Do not worry if you have eggs, milk, and flour, I make us very quickly. You need to tell me just where is what. "
To make a fool not more, Jenny had to quickly improvise a bit and headed purposefully towards a kitchen cabinet. There she was, fortunately, most of the ingredients at once. Visibly thrilled as he watched Carson in no time all stirred together and then gave her clear instructions on how to turn the dough in a pan in delicious pancakes. After Jenny even a bottle of maple syrup in her kitchen discovered, and they both relish chewing at the kitchen table were she wanted to know like: "Learn to be also arranged it for the Boy Scouts has
negative shook Carson's head," making pancakes I My Mom taught. She always says: A man must also be able to cook, "and remarked with a mischievous grin and a knowing tone," Besides, you can impress women so real "
This was clearly too much!.. Jenny almost choked laughing on a piece of pancake. "Oh yes, and that you have really done", they were too excited at the same time, remembering how often Gibbs them during their time together was spoiled with delicious things. Your personally was never really cooking, but it was just too impatient.
satisfied with the boy pushed the last bit into her mouth and looked at Jenny attention from the side. His chin resting on his hand, he tilted his head slightly inclined and asked straight out: "Why do you really have no children"
Since she was. The question that had the night before to facilitate Jens vanished into thin air, but now was again answered in the space. Jenny did not feel entirely comfortable in their skin. Each time no matter how high-ranking officer or politician, it was easily done, but the boy managed to bring these together with a single question from the concept. "Well ...", she tried, as diplomatic as possible to find an answer," There was never the right opportunity. "
" The right opportunity? "Carson wrinkled his brow thoughtfully. He did not understand. Either they wanted children or any children you wanted? That was not a question of opportunity.
"Have you ever thought about it?"
Jenny raised her eyebrows and felt a little in the Cornered. With a starting "Well ...", she already took a deep breath and its search for an explanation, as Carson has dug further. "Are you and Agent Gibbs actually ....? You know? "
Challenging Carson saw her curiously, his dark eyes, and look forward to chewing his lower lip. You could say it literally, that he enjoyed making Jenny feel to the tooth.
"How do you say that?", He slipped out of her bear, even though they wanted to respond far more indignant. Therefore, she added quickly: "And by the way, I do not know what the concerns you, young man!"
"Oh, I thought so," he said mischievously and lifted, thus reaffirming his next words, his hands slightly. "You're an attractive woman and it could have been so ...."
with raised coffee cup Jenny Carson saw at once speechless and brought only a confused," Oh thank you. "Forth. What Gibbs did yesterday evening but with the same, Ziva and DiNozzo would have said right? Gradually she understood the remark, and they also had to give law.
After she had collected again, they tried a statement that sounded anything but convincing. "Agent Gibbs and I work in a team. We communicate with each other purely official. "Oh God, what was wrong with her? It justified itself before a child for a relationship to Gibbs, they had not. It was time for them to again concentrate on the essentials before they completely lost the ground under their feet, and anything said what she regretted afterwards.
Carson took a sip of milk and twitched slightly with the nose: "Agent Gibbs, actually, children," he asked curiously next.
"No," he gave a clear, abrupt response from Jenny, who got up angry and visibly clearing away the dishes. So cute the boy was so annoying he could be, and Jenny had to control himself to stay calm.
As the director of the topic seemed to be uncomfortable, and Carson with his curiosity did not want to talk more about his neck, he was now prefer the mouth. However, he added, modified or added with conviction: ". Too bad, because I think he would certainly have been a great father"
"Yes he was intended," Jenny remarked in his thoughts mostly to himself and overlooked the bemused Carson's view who had not the faintest idea what effect he left with his involuntary presence at all concerned.
> END \u0026lt;
Jenny stood in silence at the door and watched Gibbs' conversation with the boy. It was incredible how well he could deal with children. How he managed to win her for himself. Them of any fear and awe. A gentle smile was on her face. Dreamy they lost in this picture and for a moment she wished to be able to capture this scene forever. There was so much warmth, confidence and trust in it. Jenny could not remember when she felt the atmosphere was the last time in this house. At another time, in another life, this moment could have been the most natural thing in the world. A man, a child - maybe a conversation between father and son - a family. But it was not by far. Quite the contrary. Why they threw the story of the boy so much from the train? Where their usual sobriety was gone? What was only with her? Frightened by their rambling thoughts so they broke it again when she saw Gibbs approaching. "I had forgotten," she gave him to understand.
"What?" He asked, not understanding a fixed gaze on her.
With a pensive smile she replied: ". How well do you understand with children"
being slightly embarrassed, knowing smile, head down, they did get goose bumps. Would she ever be able to resist this man? Therefore, they quickly asked about finding back: "Do you think he knows more than he tells us,"
"He's worried about his dad, so he does not want to sleep," replied Gibbs.
"And now he does not have to worry ......", presented Jenny, after conducting a brief glance at the boy who is sleeping, and whispered with a satisfied grin. Slowly, she turned to go, as they quietly behind Gibbs heard asking: "Shall we let him sleep here or ...?", Before he could ask the question over, Jenny shook her head and pointed with a gesture to the top. "You're right, so comfortable is not the old sofa. If you ask him could get high. "
With a nod he gave her his coat and pulled Carson, carrying in her arms, from the study. Rasch was preceded by Jenny. She put Gibbs' jacket at the half over the railing of the stairs and then opened in the upper floor, the door to the guest room, where already a large rustic bed waiting for his young guest bedroom. Quietly she stepped aside. She watched attentively as Gibbs the sleeping boy gently placed in the bed and covered up his caring. Again they came over to hold a deep sense of affection and desire this scene. A feeling that they did not previously and which caused her some anxiety. She almost felt himself caught, as Gibbs again stood next to her and replied with his piercing blue eyes, their silent gaze. By going to Gibbs, Jenny looked again to Carson and then pulled the door quietly shut. She slowly stepped back towards Gibbs and stroked his grateful smile on his arm. A pulse that could not resist it and they, slightly trembling, his whole body felt. For a moment she was on the verge to throw all reason to the winds and devote himself entirely to this feeling. Ask him to stay. For this night. Forever. But in the end it lacked the courage and she turned away in silence.
When she saw Gibbs on the stairs beside her, she turned again to go up and heard him say reassuringly. "It is already clear"
light absorbed in thought, Jenny nodded to him and said it at last, even if it does not really say this was what she wanted: "It's pretty long ago. We ... together outside the office. "They did not know if she could expect a reply from him and saw him take his coat before he briefly with the words, "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest" stopped.
"I do not," she replied in a quiet voice and heard themselves, their words very well aware of your thoughts. "There was a time when I would have asked you to stay and it is not accepted if you said no to have." It was the desire, the beautiful thought that was suddenly independent and when they would have had the courage in a different formulation actually more like a pleading call would have been equivalent.
He seemed irritated but not surprised, and therefore met Gibbs' clear "No!" it harder than expected. It hurt, damn it hurt. It was impossible to read it in his blue eyes. Just as they could indicate this, and everything meaningless, conspiratorial grin on his face. What did it mean? What did they expect from it? Did it ever again, something to expect from him? And above all she really wanted to expect from him? Disappointed, she looked at him and wanted to know: "What happened, Jethro?"
"You've decided you" broke his word to her ear and attacked at once, like a cold hand on their heart. Jenny had to swallow, for he was right. Finally, they were her own words with which they at the beginning of her job as director, Gibbs made it absolutely clear that there would be something private out of the office ever again. Her words to which he, to its regret, strictly kept. A mistake, a big mistake, as they had to admit now, however, and a realization that made it difficult for her to get up this rule.
Although it sounded like a bland excuse as an excuse, more to herself than to him, Jenny Gibbs replied almost apologetically, "I could only do what was best for me. I still do. " Deep down inside they knew, however, that the decision to go to him then and today have anything but the best for she was. It was perhaps the best for their jobs, their careers and for their ego, but not for their soul. A fact that she has not facilitated to jump over their own shadow to stop Gibbs.
Jenny saw his mysterious smile, which she could not read easily, and express my wish something can be. Something, something that could express what they really wanted. But she did not succeed and you had no other choice than to accept that he went without another word.
looked motionless them some time to those who have fallen behind him in the lock, heavy front door. A cold wind made them shiver shoulders contract and close the sad eyes. Only the ticking of a large wall clock came through the lonely silence of the house. Quiet sigh, she tried to shake off the confusing feelings. A voice advised her to follow him and stopped. But the reason, her cursed reason, they stopped them. Only after a while they broke away from the immobility and walked slowly to her study. Sparsely was the light of the hallway on a bottle of Scotch on the edge of the desk and the temptation, all the mixed up mind to push through a sip of biting, soothing brown liquid aside, was great. But no. Shaking her head, she decided against it. Finally, she was not alone in the house. Since ancient times was the house were met this evening to life and she felt comfortable about it, well like not for long.
It was late and even though it was a tough day, she could not sleep. She was too upset and confused. Thoughtfully, she settled in a large chair, fall against the sofa, and rigidly observed the flickering of the fire. Even if she wanted to cry, about himself and the fact for their feelings about Gibbs always like standing in the way she held the tears back but brave. No, she would not weep for him! Not here, not now. Never tried they persuade her moist eyes and closed firmly. Images of the past flashed briefly past her ... Cars, screeching tires, the rain-soaked streets of Paris, a small room in the dim light of a street lamp, his laughter, their shared passion and a sense of security in his arms. More than six years had passed. Beautiful memories that they consulted more often for some time and they had actually allowed near him. They locked inside them.
deep breath after a while Jenny opened her eyes and tried desperately to shake off their troubled thoughts. A smile flitted across her face shortly afterwards, when they out thought how Carson came into her house and with an astonished, "Wow!", which her father collected antiques appraised. His childlike enthusiasm was downright pending and before they could be fitted properly, she found herself in a conversation about compasses, old maps and antique weapons again. She looked exactly the stunned faces of their housekeeper, as she, a little unsure, standing on a chair, the big old world of her father fished from the cabinet. The good woman was already more than surprised when she brought the boy to be home. have made a finding that Jenny, in addition to their own surprise, this decision immediately without concern to affected and thoughtful made. It was the same stunned expression as she had a few hours, in Gibbs' eyes seen. Was it so unusual that they agreed ready for it? Do not you dare you to take care of a child? Why had the feeling that they do not understand? She looked exactly Gibbs' requesting expression in the eyes, told her how much he would have the boys themselves to be taken, but it did not, it could not, therefore, the decision left her. Why did he do that? Had he known that she would react this way? Or was it just a test, how they would react? A test of who would gain the upper hand in this situation? Jenny or director Shepard? She did not and would not know probably is. You just knew when she saw the spirit of the peaceful sleeping boy before that it was the right decision. And they fervently hoped that everything would clear up as quickly as possible and he could return home to his family.
Whereby Jen had to admit honestly that they wondered afterwards how she could make this decision so quickly. Where was the sober, superior Jenny? The Jenny, who almost never allowed himself to take a decision from the belly to take out? And it was clearly a gut decision. Jenny was aware that it was silly, but maybe it was a little to the newspaper article and is secretly delighted to see read that Lt. Col. man from Gibbs' life seemed gone. It was almost like an inner impulse, when he turned up at that exact moment in her office, and she saw the opportunity to show him another side of director Shepard.
The joints loosening, she put in a piece of comfortable chairs and pulled up a stool, place the legs approach. Then she closed her eyes again and listened to the faint crackling of the fire. Re-emerged Gibbs' face in front of her. His face, which was able to express so much without one, however, say exactly what he thought. His blue eyes that were so unfathomable and managed to one with a View the floor to steal under their feet. Her forehead wrinkles and retreated to the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as she wondered again if it was really right to let him go back then. It was long ago and it finally did that, when she returned to DC as his boss, no return for both of them would. Their rekindled feelings for him, and the associated underlying jealousy that she felt bound, when he was together with Hollis, made it any easier. Therefore, to read the inner satisfaction that the woman several thousand miles away from here and you no longer stood in the way. Silly, naive thoughts that Jenny really did not want to allow as they did not in any way what was between the two, or was not. And yet she could not defend themselves against it, for the hope remained. The hope of admitting something they did not dare. To something that they had given up because of her career and love again wanted. A hope of love, security and trust. To something that Gibbs had what they both already had and lost. To something that she was gradually inwardly ready to give him another.
Jenny shrugged eyelids and her mouth opened to a soft sigh as she heard the question in my mind Carson at dinner: "Did you know children?" And the boy's question at the next Breath but immediately answered himself, "But I believe rather not, as it looks here." Was it really so obvious? Yes, how did it themselves. After all, had, since she moved into her parents' house back, nothing changed Great.
Although they have hardly anything regretted in their lives. Your decisions and objectives are well thought out and were planned in a way, probably came to her now and then doubt. Doubt whether it was all worth it. Doubt whether they wanted to spend the rest of their lives as well. Especially in situations like these, they were particularly strong, and gnawed, as in an open wound on her. The question was whether she wanted to have children, for they never for debate. Rather, it appeared to her in past years more and more of a hindrance. But times, the wishes and feelings would change, as they had to learn painfully. Only it was too late for it now and the sad realization that fact alone, Gibbs probably never understand correctly, did the rest.
*** The next morning,
A noise, followed by an unpleasant, stinging pain, was startled Jenny. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked into Carson's grinning face.
"Did you sleep around here all night?", He wanted to know something incredulous. Fully
stiff and tired Jenny taught slowly to the chair and looked around: "Uhm ... think so, "put them firmly with aching limbs.
very cavalier gave Carson Jenny's hand and helped her out of the chair. Astute, he looked at her, "Did you scared that I get out?"
"No," she said at once, and tried to sit up reckend what was not so simple. ". I sat down and fell asleep apparently"
With a simple "Ah so", the matter was dismissed as to him and he rubbed his sleepy eyes, "there you have breakfast? I have indeed ravenous. The burger of the evening did not last long. "
" Sure thing, "she replied without hesitation was, but far from certain what they would find in the kitchen. Jenny could not remember when she had breakfast the last time at home, let himself was shopping and filled her refrigerator. But her housekeeper was responsible.
know "what? Go, but just before been to the kitchen, "she said. "I'm moving fast, and then we'll see what's for breakfast."
nodded Carson made his way and left her alone.
When Jenny moved appeared in her kitchen, the boy had been scheduled coffee. Surprised and pleased to same, she looked at him: "Is about me," Carson nodded
with a big smile, her large, colorful cup presented the nose and filled them. Visibly stunned Jenny looked between the boys and the cup back and forth. First, she could not remember at all those cups in their cupboards and secondly, they found it delicious to be served by a young man. No matter that it's been an eternity ago was that they even had breakfast with someone, let alone a male person completely.
"I'll do on the weekend at home for my dad and my mom ever," Carson told proudly and sat expectantly beside her at the table. "And what you have to offer tasty?" He asked, looking around curiously.
"Uhm ... yes, "Jenny began with a perplexed look through their clean, neat, tidy kitchen. "How about ...?"
" Pancakes! "Carson ended the question and enthusiastically jumped from his chair. "Then I had an appetite. Do you? "
" Yes, why not? "She replied a little unsure, and hoped fervently that their housekeeper would show up soon, because her cooking skills were rusty significantly in recent years.
Why just pancakes? She had no idea when they had eaten the last time which made much less.
Carson, however, was a very smart guy and saw her look at what was going on at once: "Do not worry if you have eggs, milk, and flour, I make us very quickly. You need to tell me just where is what. "
To make a fool not more, Jenny had to quickly improvise a bit and headed purposefully towards a kitchen cabinet. There she was, fortunately, most of the ingredients at once. Visibly thrilled as he watched Carson in no time all stirred together and then gave her clear instructions on how to turn the dough in a pan in delicious pancakes. After Jenny even a bottle of maple syrup in her kitchen discovered, and they both relish chewing at the kitchen table were she wanted to know like: "Learn to be also arranged it for the Boy Scouts has
negative shook Carson's head," making pancakes I My Mom taught. She always says: A man must also be able to cook, "and remarked with a mischievous grin and a knowing tone," Besides, you can impress women so real "
This was clearly too much!.. Jenny almost choked laughing on a piece of pancake. "Oh yes, and that you have really done", they were too excited at the same time, remembering how often Gibbs them during their time together was spoiled with delicious things. Your personally was never really cooking, but it was just too impatient.
satisfied with the boy pushed the last bit into her mouth and looked at Jenny attention from the side. His chin resting on his hand, he tilted his head slightly inclined and asked straight out: "Why do you really have no children"
Since she was. The question that had the night before to facilitate Jens vanished into thin air, but now was again answered in the space. Jenny did not feel entirely comfortable in their skin. Each time no matter how high-ranking officer or politician, it was easily done, but the boy managed to bring these together with a single question from the concept. "Well ...", she tried, as diplomatic as possible to find an answer," There was never the right opportunity. "
" The right opportunity? "Carson wrinkled his brow thoughtfully. He did not understand. Either they wanted children or any children you wanted? That was not a question of opportunity.
"Have you ever thought about it?"
Jenny raised her eyebrows and felt a little in the Cornered. With a starting "Well ...", she already took a deep breath and its search for an explanation, as Carson has dug further. "Are you and Agent Gibbs actually ....? You know? "
Challenging Carson saw her curiously, his dark eyes, and look forward to chewing his lower lip. You could say it literally, that he enjoyed making Jenny feel to the tooth.
"How do you say that?", He slipped out of her bear, even though they wanted to respond far more indignant. Therefore, she added quickly: "And by the way, I do not know what the concerns you, young man!"
"Oh, I thought so," he said mischievously and lifted, thus reaffirming his next words, his hands slightly. "You're an attractive woman and it could have been so ...."
with raised coffee cup Jenny Carson saw at once speechless and brought only a confused," Oh thank you. "Forth. What Gibbs did yesterday evening but with the same, Ziva and DiNozzo would have said right? Gradually she understood the remark, and they also had to give law.
After she had collected again, they tried a statement that sounded anything but convincing. "Agent Gibbs and I work in a team. We communicate with each other purely official. "Oh God, what was wrong with her? It justified itself before a child for a relationship to Gibbs, they had not. It was time for them to again concentrate on the essentials before they completely lost the ground under their feet, and anything said what she regretted afterwards.
Carson took a sip of milk and twitched slightly with the nose: "Agent Gibbs, actually, children," he asked curiously next.
"No," he gave a clear, abrupt response from Jenny, who got up angry and visibly clearing away the dishes. So cute the boy was so annoying he could be, and Jenny had to control himself to stay calm.
As the director of the topic seemed to be uncomfortable, and Carson with his curiosity did not want to talk more about his neck, he was now prefer the mouth. However, he added, modified or added with conviction: ". Too bad, because I think he would certainly have been a great father"
"Yes he was intended," Jenny remarked in his thoughts mostly to himself and overlooked the bemused Carson's view who had not the faintest idea what effect he left with his involuntary presence at all concerned.
> END \u0026lt;
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