A/N: In my story Dear Jethro, Jenny wrote that she had dreams about her reunion with Jethro, some good, some bad, and I wanted to make some of those dreams in that letter, into its own little story, I've been working on this dream since I published Dear Jethro. Enjoy, Angels.
to you knocking on my door in the rain and telling me that you love me and that you should have never let me run away before I shut you up by kissing you in the rain:
The rainstorm has been going on for the past three days and it's not showing signs of stopping anytime soon. In a Georgetown a townhouse, an NCIS Special Agent by the name of Jennifer 'Jenny, Jen' Shepard is curled up in her living room, sitting on her couch with a blanket covering her, a book in her hands, a glass of wine along with the bottle on her end table, a fire roaring in the fireplace. She reads the words in her book, pausing occasionally to take sips of her wine. She puts the book down on her lap, dog earing the page and staring at the fire in the fireplace. The last time she had sat in front of a fire on a couch, wrapped in a blanket was in a Paris hotel suite with HIS arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm. She remembers how that night ended with a smile. It's been 5 1 ⁄ 2 months since she stepped off the plane with only a letter in her coat for him as an explanation for her sudden leaving.
A knock comes at her door, causing her to look away from the flames in confusion. Who the hell is knocking at my door in the weather? She asks herself as she moves away from the couch and walks to her door, opening it to reveal a man with silver hair and blue eyes standing in the rain.
"Jethro, what the hell are you doing here?" She asks, shouting over the pouring rain.
"I was an idiot for letting you run away. I should have followed you and stopped you from leaving. I love you, Jen, I've always loved you and I haven't been good at showing you that I loved you. I know you left because you were scared we wouldn't work when we both got back home from Paris, I should have walked off the plane and stopped you but I didn't because I thought you didn't want me to follow you." Jethro says. "Shut up." Jenny says before she runs out of her house, into the rain and kisses Jethro, her arms going around his soaking wet neck.
The former couple pull away from each other and Jenny takes Jethro's hand in hers, leading him inside the warm living room. "Sit on the couch while I get you some towels and some of your clothes." Jenny orders her former boss before running up the stairs to her bedroom and grabbing the sweatpants and t-shirt she had taken from the floor of their hotel room when she was packing her stuff and getting him two towels from her bathroom and running back downstairs to find Jethro on the couch, staring into the fire, just like she had moments ago before he had knocked on her door in the rain. She walks over to him, hands him the pile and walks into her kitchen, her wine glass and wine bottle in hand.
Walking back into her living room still in her wet clothes, she sees Jethro on the couch, dressed in his dry clothes. Jenny sighs silently as she goes over to the couch, hands him a cup of coffee and stands at her window, staring at the pouring rain, her head replaying the kiss shared between her and Jethro playing on repeat.
She hadn't meant to kiss him in the rain, she just wanted to shut him up because he was rambling, even so so she can't tell herself that she hadn't enjoyed kissing him, enjoying the feeling of their lips tangling with one another's, her hands around his neck, pulling him closer to him, his arms around her waist to keep her steady. The kiss was just like the last one she had given him in the Paris airport. She thought she wouldn't have the chance to kiss him again until this damn rainstorm happened. She never thought she'd be thankful for a damn rainstorm.
"Jen, you okay?" She hears his gruff voice asking her. She shakes her head as she stares at the pouring rain falling down from the sky faster than Jethro getting a suspect to talk. Jenny shivers as her wet clothes start sticking to her as they dry, her hair sticking to her back. "Go get warm and change into dry clothes." He says firmly, the 'don't you dare argue with me because you won't win' tone of voice, the same tone of voice he used when she used to wear her heels for work. She just nods her head before leaving Jethro in her living room alone. She knows it would do her any good arguing with him.
Standing underneath the spray of the shower, Jenny closes her eyes as she tries to forget all the times she and Jethro had showered together, most of which had ended with her pinned up against the shower wall, moaning and gasping, her hands fisted in Jethro's hair as he pounded into her as the shower water fell over them. Her eyes fly open as she gets a realistic flashback from a sultry summer morning in Paris, causing her to knock her shampoo bottle to the floor. Turning off the water, Jenny stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her wet body before she pads into her bedroom, getting out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from her drawers and putting them on, towel drying her hair, leaving it to air dry on its own before she brushes it. Dressed in her pyjamas, Jenny walks back downstairs, the rainstorm still lashing down on the city, and sees that Jethro hasn't moved from his spot on the couch nor has he moved his gaze from the dying embers of the fire.
"Jethro." Jenny says, her voice soft, Jethro looks at her finally moving his eyes away from the fire. He gives her a small smile as his eyes roam over her body. Jenny sighs as she sits down next to him, both of them not talking.
This is almost like that night in Paris. Jenny thinks to herself. What would make it exactly like that night, is if we got back together but I know that will never happen. Jenny thinks sadly as tears well up in her green eyes. They would never get back together, not after what she did to both of them, she only kissed him to shut him up, even then she shouldn't have kissed him, she just should have told him to be quiet then invite him to get dry and then send him home but she hadn't.
"I'm sorry." Jenny says suddenly, startling both of them out of the silence that has been hanging over them since she said his name. He looks at her, his blue eyes full of confusion. "What are you sorry for?" He asks, Jenny blinks in disbelief. Is he serious? "Isn't it obvious?" She says rhetorically. Jethro sighs.
"Paris." He says simply. Jenny nods her head in response. "You don't have to be sorry about leaving, Jen." Her former lover and boss says. Jenny scoffs. "Yes, I do because I left you in Paris with a letter in my coat for an explanation. There's no way I can't be sorry." She tells him. Jenny watches as the handsome man she loves stands up and paces her living room. She doesn't know how long Jethro paces for before he crouches down in front of her and looks into her eyes.
"Jen, I meant what I said to you: I should have followed you because I love you." Jethro says before he kisses her, Jenny falls back against the couch with the force of the kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. The two former partners pull away from each other's lips but Jenny doesn't remove her legs from his waist and nestles her head on his shoulder, her arms snaking around his neck, savouring the way he's holding her.
They don't talk about anything: not about him on her doorstep in the rain, not her kissing him in the rain, nothing. Right now they're on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tumblers of bourbon on the end table, arms around each other, staring at the fire as the rainstorm continues coming down on their city.
5 months later:
Another rainstorm is starting to come down on the city of Paris where a redheaded woman is sitting in the same hotel suite she had been in almost a year ago, on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, tumblers of bourbon on the end tables, his arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm, both of them staring at the fire. The redheaded woman, an NCIS Special Agent, leans against her husband's side, looking up to give him a smile.
"What is it about us and rainstorms?" The woman says as she turns her head to look out of the window at the rain. Her grey haired husband chuckles deeply. "Not a damn clue but I like them because they gave us a second chance." He says, kissing her hair.
The woman, Jenny, sighs as she hums in agreement with her husband: if weren't for that rainstorm in D.C 5 months ago, she and her husband, Jethro, wouldn't be married or in Paris watching as another rainstorm rains down on the city that broke them apart yet brought back together.
Jenny wakes up with tears streaming down her face as she shakes the dream from her mind. The dream was so realistic that she had expected Jethro to be beside her in her bed. She knows that the dream she has just woken up would never become a reality and it's her own damn fault.
A\N: I've been working on this oneshot for days and it's finally complete, I hope you angels enjoy the first dream in this series.
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5 dreams, 1 reunion
RomanceSneak peek: She knows that she's only dreaming, that they're only fairy tales but sometimes her dreaming is the only way she can get through the day Jen has 5 dreams about her reunion to Jethro and one reunion with him.
