Title: temptation - Part 1
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
Pairing: Gibbs / Jen (Jibbs)
Category: (?) no idea relations
Content: Wanted Referring to the episode 5x09 (& Found)
seen the scene between Gibbs and Jenny in her house, from Gibbs'Sicht.
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 just had to make a couple of thoughts. Well see, sometimes, if you liked it, there are opportunities out maybe a little story Jenny's perspective to
* temptation -. Part 1 *
carefully Gibbs was the sleeping boy from Jenny's work up in the comfortable bed in the guest room. He gently stroked him with a gentle smile, her hair and pulled a blanket over his shoulders. He had Carson during the day right to my heart and even though the circumstances were anything but happy, Gibbs felt it enriching to know the boys have learned. Children had a natural, open honesty in itself. A way that touched him again and again and captured. And even if it hurt him in the soul did, denied the boy's parents to have, he knew that there was no other way at the moment and he was in good hands with Jennifer.
Gibbs quietly resigned to the hall, where Jenny looked at him waiting with piercing eyes. A look in her eyes, irritated and amused him at once. He could however not be interpreted accurately. It was different. Different than the last time he because of the story with La Grenouille entered her house. She was different. There was something, something he had long ceased to notice her. This smile, this look, this barely perceptible insecurity and vulnerability in her face. His head tilted slightly, he said silently to their views. For a moment he felt the old, almost forgotten familiarity between them. He saw the deep warmth in her eyes as she threw a last glance at the sleeping boy, quietly closed the door of the guest room and then gently stroked his grateful smile on his arm. She opened her lips a bit, seemed to say something, wanted to ask, but did not, however, and turned around. Surprised, shaking his head looked at Gibbs Jenny before her down the stairs followed.
"It is already clear," he broke the silence as she once again turned upward.
voted Almost imperceptibly, she nodded to him and turned the conversation to his surprise in a different direction. "It's pretty long ago. We ... together outside the office. "
Gibbs filed his coat took from the railing of the stairs. Secretly, he wondered what was going on in it. A strange feeling crept over him, and his instinct told him to be careful not to make a mistake. He stopped short, "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest."
"I do not," she replied in a calm tone, adding shortly afterwards added thoughtfully: "There was once a time when I should have asked to stay and it is not accepted if you'd said no. "
a little irritated Gibbs saw it was quite fast, and aware of her words. Had his But instinct is not deceived? Expected more from him about it? Was this what he had all the time in her eyes, could read in her face? For a moment he felt the wish that they would not accept it as it was then, and answer a targeted and interested in their reaction has almost provocatively with a "No".
"What happened, Jethro?", Jenny asked, apparently a little disappointed with his response back.
His blue eyes looked at her closely. Why they asked? She had the opportunity and need to access only afterwards. He gave it to her! It was their decision! It was not what she wanted to hear? A No, that they could not accept that time and in this place, here and now wanted to hear from him again, perhaps ... Yes to accept it this time perhaps not that easy? He also had to admit, the thought of a night together but he was beautiful and tempting her out because her question and also from pure reason to understand clearly: ". You decided to"
"I could only do what for me it was best, "Gibbs Jenny heard him say over and discovered again this thoughtful look in her eyes ".... I still do. " Her words said but apparently not what they really wanted. He smiled slightly to himself as he slipped his coat on and the door silently behind her moved. Yes she did and she had always been law that they would continue to do so. A fact which she had then taken apart and put constantly deal would. Yet Gibbs was surprised himself to have ever considered. He was flattered and felt the desire to make the time together. For a brief moment, he stood hesitating, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Your words and the wonderful memories stirred up the temptation to return and to have it happen. Easy to sink in it. He knew already another word, a gesture, a touch of it would have served to keep him back. For what is said against a night together? What prevented him from their unspoken Please follow? What language other hand enjoy and make each other happy? Much to many as he had to admit, however, on its own, painful experience,. Too many things that had happened. Too many things would still happen. Too many things could not work on this night out. Too many things that he did not wanted to repeat again in his life. Sobering, he felt the cold night air on his skin and went with heavy steps, without once to turn, away from her house, to reverse away from her and the temptation to be no. * END *
carefully Gibbs was the sleeping boy from Jenny's work up in the comfortable bed in the guest room. He gently stroked him with a gentle smile, her hair and pulled a blanket over his shoulders. He had Carson during the day right to my heart and even though the circumstances were anything but happy, Gibbs felt it enriching to know the boys have learned. Children had a natural, open honesty in itself. A way that touched him again and again and captured. And even if it hurt him in the soul did, denied the boy's parents to have, he knew that there was no other way at the moment and he was in good hands with Jennifer.
Gibbs quietly resigned to the hall, where Jenny looked at him waiting with piercing eyes. A look in her eyes, irritated and amused him at once. He could however not be interpreted accurately. It was different. Different than the last time he because of the story with La Grenouille entered her house. She was different. There was something, something he had long ceased to notice her. This smile, this look, this barely perceptible insecurity and vulnerability in her face. His head tilted slightly, he said silently to their views. For a moment he felt the old, almost forgotten familiarity between them. He saw the deep warmth in her eyes as she threw a last glance at the sleeping boy, quietly closed the door of the guest room and then gently stroked his grateful smile on his arm. She opened her lips a bit, seemed to say something, wanted to ask, but did not, however, and turned around. Surprised, shaking his head looked at Gibbs Jenny before her down the stairs followed.
"It is already clear," he broke the silence as she once again turned upward.
voted Almost imperceptibly, she nodded to him and turned the conversation to his surprise in a different direction. "It's pretty long ago. We ... together outside the office. "
Gibbs filed his coat took from the railing of the stairs. Secretly, he wondered what was going on in it. A strange feeling crept over him, and his instinct told him to be careful not to make a mistake. He stopped short, "Paris, if you do not the hospitals and chases einrechnest."
"I do not," she replied in a calm tone, adding shortly afterwards added thoughtfully: "There was once a time when I should have asked to stay and it is not accepted if you'd said no. "
a little irritated Gibbs saw it was quite fast, and aware of her words. Had his But instinct is not deceived? Expected more from him about it? Was this what he had all the time in her eyes, could read in her face? For a moment he felt the wish that they would not accept it as it was then, and answer a targeted and interested in their reaction has almost provocatively with a "No".
"What happened, Jethro?", Jenny asked, apparently a little disappointed with his response back.
His blue eyes looked at her closely. Why they asked? She had the opportunity and need to access only afterwards. He gave it to her! It was their decision! It was not what she wanted to hear? A No, that they could not accept that time and in this place, here and now wanted to hear from him again, perhaps ... Yes to accept it this time perhaps not that easy? He also had to admit, the thought of a night together but he was beautiful and tempting her out because her question and also from pure reason to understand clearly: ". You decided to"
"I could only do what for me it was best, "Gibbs Jenny heard him say over and discovered again this thoughtful look in her eyes ".... I still do. " Her words said but apparently not what they really wanted. He smiled slightly to himself as he slipped his coat on and the door silently behind her moved. Yes she did and she had always been law that they would continue to do so. A fact which she had then taken apart and put constantly deal would. Yet Gibbs was surprised himself to have ever considered. He was flattered and felt the desire to make the time together. For a brief moment, he stood hesitating, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Your words and the wonderful memories stirred up the temptation to return and to have it happen. Easy to sink in it. He knew already another word, a gesture, a touch of it would have served to keep him back. For what is said against a night together? What prevented him from their unspoken Please follow? What language other hand enjoy and make each other happy? Much to many as he had to admit, however, on its own, painful experience,. Too many things that had happened. Too many things would still happen. Too many things could not work on this night out. Too many things that he did not wanted to repeat again in his life. Sobering, he felt the cold night air on his skin and went with heavy steps, without once to turn, away from her house, to reverse away from her and the temptation to be no. * END *
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