Title: The last victory
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Kathy
characters: Hollis / Jenny / Gibbs
Category: SC
Content: WARNING! spoilers episode 5x18/5x19 "Judgement Day"
Hollis man leaves the meeting with Jennifer Shepard pass briefly in review.
Disclaimer: All characters and all rights to Navy CIS include CBS, Paramount and Belisarius Productions. This fanfic was written just for fun and not trying to earn money. Any similarities to persons living or dead are coincidental and unintentional. All other characters are the property of the author. My only reward is hopefully a lot of nice feedback
comment. What can I say, I'm tingling in the fingers any thoughts of Jenny Hollis write
It was a day like He could not be beautiful. The sun seemed from the cloudless sky over the glittering foaming waves. Palm fronds rustled in the wind and a light breeze from the sea on the dash pleasant veranda of the little house on the beach. A comfortable white leather couch was the center of the living room which had a fantastic view of the azure sea. Delicate bird chirping mingled with the clear, sober voice of a newscaster from an LCD TV. With holder loose sight of the man pursued Hollis ZNN - Reporting from the several thousand miles away, Washington DC, about the burial of the NCIS - Director Jennifer Shepard. It was their difficult to understand what had happened there. The words of the reporter on site were in her ears no sense. It sounded so improbable. The director of NCIS was dead
The corners of his mouth twitched excitedly of the blonde woman and her eyes filled with tears at the sight of the inevitably covered with the Stars and Stripes coffin. She was sorry, sincerely sorry and yet she could not really believe it. That was a bad joke, a misinformation. Was it not still been a few days ago, where she had seen the feisty director at the side of the Foreign Minister on TV? It was not until some time ago that they faced in their office each other belauernd?
gun salutes were heard from the loudspeakers of the television. The camera swung around, went to the faces of colleagues and employees. Black, dressed as they were. Each in his own grief caught. Since they all were. Abby, who had clearly lost the losing battle against tears. Ziva, who with her expressionless Mine just looked even more shaken. McGee, who could apparently still do not believe. Ducky, who seemed to have aged in his grief for years. In addition, his assistant, whose name she did not come up with fright. Tony, who seemed lost his smile forever and to have Special Agent Gibbs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the husband because the director and she secretly always fought. His eyes were turned to stone. The blue eyes turned to nothing. The shoulders punished. The hidden grief as much as possible for the cameras and yet kept Hollis could see the pain deep inside him. Jethro knew it well enough to know what was going on at this moment in it. He was so firmly with any of his team, with the director and with all others in that it had hit him probably the most difficult.
Although Hollis had no idea how deep and far the relationship between him and Jenny Shepard was, it had always been aware that between the two was more than collegial friendship. There were these views and gestures, which at times seemed to speak volumes. And there was the noticeable jealousy that Jenny brought her to meet her at almost every meeting. It was not that the director and she could not stand each other. It was more of a power struggle. An invisible battle that both secretly and they fought, at least in terms of Jethro, until recently believed to have won. A mistake as it subsequently turned out. A fatal mistake they did not see coming. Even now the damned hurt and caused her many sleepless nights. Like right now, where once again made a feeling of sadness and helplessness in her wide. What had happened? Why had it happened? And why did she not see it coming?
questions haunted by questions about her head, accompanied by the realization that it was Jennifer Shepard calculated that they had in the matter of the poison gas attack then that Jethro was not feeling well and he's been tarnished forever. She had her words did not understand correctly and they dismissed as arrogant swagger. But now in retrospect, after learning of the shocking truth about Dr. Mallard Jethro's painful loss, then got Jenny's words have a different meaning for them. Somehow after the event anyway suddenly get all makes sense. His boat, which he named Kelly baptized and where they suspected the beginning, there's the name of a friend. His secrecy and simultaneous, significant desire for security. have known how good and how much better had the director him? Finally, it seemed like all the others to have known, in contrast to her, from his late wife and daughter. What he meant this woman? What he meant her all the time really? And above all, what and how much it meant to him?
Hollis was able to almost exactly remember all the moments in which she met with the director. As they, along with Gibbs, in Jenny's office and took their orders were contrary. She felt yet the very penetrating, scrutinizing gaze of the red-haired woman and heard her sharp, pointed observations. It was always obvious how uncomfortable it felt Gibbs in part. Sometimes it seemed to amuse him while too, but mostly he would probably have gone the most. All of these situations were in Hollis close eye clearly indicated that there was once more between the two. Although they Jethro casually spoke out, he stopped her and gave her no reply solely a mysterious smile. Now in retrospect, she wondered why it did not work between the two, as it eventually was a pair of seemingly once. Was it her or him? Did she want to give more than he was ready? Had he given up? Or was she gone? Jen has then probably committed the same mistake as them? A mistake of which she was not really aware of really, but had everything in the world want to avoid.
The blonde woman turned off the TV, put on her legs and wrapped her arms so thoughtful. She felt the cool breeze of the wind and heard the waves rushing evenly. Perhaps they would have to jump for some time its ways and ask Jenny. A little talk with her. Just talk to Jethro understand better. It would after all have been worth a try. A feeble attempt to save their relationship. But now there was not this way. The opportunity to talk with the only woman, the man she loves, perhaps best known. In other circumstances, other conditions they may can be friends. Absurd, but not improbable. For in reason, Hollis was sure Jenny and they were not so different. They both loved one and the same man they both had their careers before their own lives, before the chance of a family, made. Both of them had to say in a male dominated job were allowed to branch no weaknesses or permit fixed feelings. A life for themselves and they both decided they were voluntarily accepted.
lot of ideas which inevitably Hollis with the news of the death of Jenny's forced themselves again, leaving doubt whether it was right to flee to Hawaii. Easy to go without him and continue to fight for their relationship. But she had even tried. Really tried as they did in their interior. She had tried to talk to Jethro tries to understand him and support him, but he it not to. He wanted, he could not open it easily. A painful realization that they, ultimately, for they both had to make a decision. A decision that it was far from easy, but the only way was to not to lose even more. For if they had one learned in previous years, it was knowing when it was time to give defeat.
had thus won the director on that date at the end against them. She won her final, secret fight to their best agents and the man of her apparently meant more than they ever wanted to admit to himself.
> END \u0026lt;
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