He awakens in time

A\N:  In an alternate universe of JIBBS in Paris, this is what I wished happened if Gibbs stopped Jenny from running. I'm really falling back in love with JIBBS. This is a Paris AU for obvious reasons. (We all know that Jethro was too late to stop Jenny from running in Paris.) This is my third JIBBS story. As I said in Being truthful about trust, I have at least 8, maybe more, stories to write and edit and publish so the next week will be full of nonexistent updates until I finish everything (or at least make a dent in it.) 

So far, I have 3 JIBBS stories (Including this one), one NCIS story, three The Resident oneshots, 3  Cold Case stories, 3 The Good Wife oneshot series, 1 How To Get Away With Murder oneshot, 1 Person of Interest oneshot, 1 Scandal oneshot and 1 Misc book oneshot, and I haven't even started writing half of them. It's like my brain starts one story then gets another idea for another story, so it's hard to keep track of all my stories, published or not but I promise I will get every one of them published and completed, no matter how long it takes me. 

Enjoy my third, but not my last, JIBBS oneshot, Angels. 

Paris, 1999: 

NCIS Special Agent and Team Leader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs smiles to himself when he feels her lips brushing across his own  early in the morning in December of 1999. Her lips taste like toothpaste which makes him think she had another nightmare, which caused her to throw up and brush her teeth then came to kiss him awake because she can't sleep. Her lips move from his lips to his forehead, her hand brushes back his grey hair just as her lips linger on his forehead, a lone tear landing on his forehead. 

"Goodbye, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, I love you." His young lover whispers against his head. That whispered, heartbroken sentence  has him opening his blue eyes just in time to see his redheaded lover and partner turning around to reach their closed bedroom door with her bags with her, her hand outstretched around the door handle, opening it. It hits him then: 

She's leaving him. 

Ah, the hell she is! His brain yells at him as he looks at her. 

"Jen?" He asks, sleepily, pretending as though he's just waking up. He hears her gasp as the sound of her boots turning her around reaches him. 

"Jethro." Jen says quietly, her green eyes land on him as he sits up in bed. 

"What are you doing, Jen? Why are you leaving?" He asks, throwing the heaving covers off him and standing up dressed only in his boxers that he put on before he fell asleep last night with Jen wrapped in his arms. 

He watches as Jen's eyes fill with tears. "I... I can't be here anymore, Jethro." She admits, tears making their way down her face in silent rivers. "Why can't you be here anymore, Jen? What's been going on?" Over the last two weeks, he's noticed she's been pulling away from him, isolating herself and he has no idea why, every time he attempted to ask what was going on with her, she just kissed him to shut him up. Jen sighs and reaches into her shoulder bag, pulling something out of it. She hands it to him and he takes it, now knowing it's an envelope. 

She was going to tell me we were over by a postal express. He thinks with a scoff. He puts the envelope on the bed and walks towards her, one hand reaching behind her to slam the door shut. She flinches but doesn't say anything. 

"You're going to tell me what the hell has been going on with you, right now." He orders her, Jen just scoffs tearfully. 

"I told you I loved you two weeks ago and you replied with 'that'll be the day.'" She explains. He swears internally. 

"Look, Jen, you, of all people, know that I'm not good with words, but I love you, Jen." He tells her. "If you wanna go, then go, I won't stop you." He stares at her for a few minutes before he turns away and faces out of the bedroom window as the sun starts rising in the sky, covering Paris in a golden light. 

Arms wrap around his naked waist and he feels her soft lips being pressed to his bare back. 

"I love you, Jethro, I'm sorry." She whispers. He doesn't answer, he only continues to  look out of the window as the sun rises fully in the sky. 

"You ain't leaving?" He finally asks, turning around, her arms drop from his waist and they simply stare at each other, blue and green eyes locked together. 

"No." She says softly before her arms loop around his neck, pulling him closer and smashing their lips together. Gibbs picks her up, and her legs wrap around his waist. He carries her over to their messed up bed and lowers her down, kissing her deeply, silently thanking whoever is up in the sky for waking him in time to stop the love of his life from running from Paris, and him. 

Hours later, they're in front of the fire that he built, her letter in one hand and her hand in his other one. The unopened envelope is outstretched, ready for the flames to take it and turn it into curled up paper, ink then into ashes and embers until it's nothing. 

A\N: I confess: I might have forgotten about this one for a little bit. But can you Angels blame me? I've got at least 17 stories that either need writing or updating. There's not enough hours in the day. 

This is shorter than a few other of my JIBBS stories but I have a multi chaptered JIBBS story written (well the first two chapters.) I hope you enjoy this one, Angels.