Tears in Paris

A/N: This is the second story of my Paris series with back-in-the-day JIBBS oneshot. Enjoy Angels.

It's been four years now since she heard the shot that ended her fathers life. It's been four years since she ran down the stairs to her fathers study and found her father dead with a bullet through his head. It's been four years since she screamed and fell to her knees and cried, begging for her father to wake up before accepting that he was gone and rang 911 and explained, through her tears, what had happened.

Now four years later she's with NCIS as a field agent working with former Marine Sniper Leroy Jethro Gibbs as her boss and lover. She's facing the balcony, tears in her green eyes as she thinks about her father making her ice cream at two in the morning when she was awake, when he waited up for her whenever she was out at night.

A finger traces patterns on her bare shoulder causes her to close her eyes as tears fall down her cheeks.

"Jen?" The gruff voice is full of concern for her. The redhead discreetly wipes away her tears and looks over her shoulder at her boss/lover who has his head propped up on his hand, staring at her.

"What is it, Jethro?" She asks, her voice harsh, Jethro only shakes his head and kisses her temple.

"What's going on, Jen? Yesterday you were snappy with all of us, then last night I heard you crying in your sleep." He says. Shit. The redheaded field agent swears internally before sitting up against the headboard.

"Jesus, Jethro, can't a girl have a few bad days without the entire world coming to an end?" She asks rhetorically before getting out of bed and storming into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. She leans against the closed bathroom door and closes her eyes. Four years without you, Daddy. She thinks as she steps into the empty shower, turning it on. She stands underneath the hot water, allowing it to mix with her tears that fall down her face.

Walking out of the bathroom dressed in shorts and a tank top, her hair swept in a ponytail, Jenny walks back into the bedroom where Jethro is standing on the balcony holding a cup of French coffee, an extra cup on the wrought iron table. Jenny walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around him from behind, pressing her cheek to his strong back.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you, Jethro." She says gently. She hears Jethro exhale.

"Jen, please tell me what's going on." He pleads. Jenny sighs before unwinding her arms from him and standing beside him and picking up her coffee, taking a sip.

"Today is the four year anniversary of my Dad's death." She says quietly. Jethro wraps an arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, Jen." Jethro breathes, kissing her temple. "What can I do?" He asks. Jenny leans her head on his shoulder and looks out at the view.

"Just hold me?" She requests before the coffee cup is out of her hands and she's lifted up in his arms. Jethro carries her back into the hotel room and places her back onto the bed with a kiss to her lips.

"As you wish." He says before slipping in behind her, spooning her.

"Just let it out, Jen, it's just me here." Tears start slipping down her face, sobs wracking her entire body as she lets out four years of grieve and anger out of her.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs feels helpless as he watches the woman he loves cries over the loss of her father.

He can only kiss her hair and whisper sweet nothings to her and hold her close to him. It feels like hours before her sobs stop and she lays in his arms in silence, looking outside at the city of Paris.

"I love you, Daddy." She says, wiping her eyes with a fingertip. Jethro sighs as he kisses her red hair again, inhaling her strawberry scented shampoo.

The two agents are silent for a few minutes before Jen looks at him.

"Thank you, Jethro." She says softly. Jethro smiles.

"Anytime, Jen." He tells her.

Even though there are tears in Paris, it's been a good day.

A/N: This is the second story in my Paris series hope you enjoy, Angels.