Slibbs: Book 2: I Love You & I'm Afraid I'm Going To Lose You

Chapter 6

Jethro got out of the truck and ran over to Jack's door. He opened it for her like a gentleman with a huge smile on his face. Jack didn't thank him this time. The smile faded from his face and Jack noticed pain, flash on his face. Jethro stepped away from the truck so Jack could step out. Jack stepped out and took a look at the villa.
Jethro went to the bed of the truck and took all of his and Jack's luggage inside. Jack spent a few more minutes gazing at the villa. When she realized that she was the only one there, she headed inside. She took off her shoes and hung up her coat. She then walked to the kitchen to find something to eat. They had travelled for 2 hours without food and she was starting to get hangry; for her, that was bad, very bad.
Jack had decided on 2 ham and cheese sandwiches with a glass of water. She was eating her food at the dining room table when Jethro walked in with 3 burgers, fries and a coffee. "If you don't want me to sit here, I can go find somewhere else to eat," Jethro said, standing there. For the first time that day, Jack spoke to Jethro. She broke the silence she put toward him.
The silent treatment was no more. "No. You can sit," Jack said. Jethro had a surprised look on his face. Maybe it was because she let him sit down but most likely it was because she talked to him. He sat down in a chair that was at the other end of the table. He then took a deep, deep breath.
"Jack...no. I don't deserve to call you that. Special Agent Sloane, I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have said that you weren't trained or that I didn't care if you could take care of yourself. I'm sorry for everything. Everything that I've ever done to you that has made you mad or upset or sad, I'm sorry," Jethro said. Jack knew he meant this because a tear slid down his cheek. "I'm just afraid that something will happen to the people I love in this world. Especially you. I just don't want anything to ever happen to you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you died or something. I'd blame myself for it. I wouldn't be able to live. And maybe you were right...maybe you did pick the wrong person to be loved. Maybe I'm unlovable," More years started to slide down his cheeks. He stood up and walked to the deck in the backyard. He sat down in a chair and he continued to cry.
Jack now felt guilty. She ran after him. "Leroy. Jethro. Gibbs. First, I'M sorry. I overreacted. Second of all, you can call me Jack; you deserve it. You've earned it. And you were just trying to protect me. I know I can't help you not to be afraid but at least believe me when I say this: 'I will always keep running back to you and that's a promise.' Cowboy, I love you," Jack said, sitting down next to Jethro. She put her hand on his knee.