Being truthful about trust

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A\N: There's a scene with JIBBS in mid season 3 where Jenny asks if Gibbs trusts her and he says 'of course I trust you.' And I got to thinking 'what if he was honest with Jen about  why he doesn't trust her?' So this is a flip on that scene. (In this one, Jenny's hair is long) I'm not sure how this one is ending between them: I have two endings planned out in my head but don't know which one to go with. I hope you enjoy this one, Angels. 

'What are you saying, Jethro? You don't trust me?' She says with a hurt voice. 

Jethro Gibbs just barely holds back a scoff as his former lover asks him that question.  

He doesn't trust her, he hasn't since she came back into his life a few months ago. Hell he stopped trusting her the minute he found her coat on the plane and the 'Dear John'  letter in the pocket.  He wants to trust her, he really does but he trusted her once before, with his heart, and all that got him was a crushed heart, a coat, a Dear John letter and a box that housed the ring he had planned to give her the day she ran from Paris and from him. 

He gets up and walks towards the elevator, not turning back to see if Jen's following: she is, he knows she is, she always follows him. Once they're both in the elevator, he flips the emergency brake and glares at her. 

"No, Jen, I don't trust you." He says once the doors are closed and the box is submerged in darkness the only light coming from the railings,  ignoring the flash of pain on her face. "I haven't trusted you in 6 years, not since you left your coat and a Dear John letter on the plane." He tells her, noticing how her green eyes well up with tears at the mention of the coat and the letter and the plane she left him on 6 years earlier. 

"You really don't trust me?" She asks. He nods his head. "I made a mistake, Jethro." Jen says quietly. He doesn't say anything. 

"I made a mistake in leaving you and I've regretted it ever since but you need to trust me." Jen says, he snaps his eyes to hers, watching as she matches his glare. 

"I need to trust you?" He echoes, disbelief in his voice, Jen sighs. "I trusted you once, Jen, I trusted you with something once before and you shattered it. Nothing you say or do will ever fix it again, so don't even try." He says looking away from her and flipping the emergency brake off, the rumble of the elevator is the only sound between them. The doors open with a ding, and he steps out. 

Leaving Jen to watch as he walks away from her, like she did to him six years ago. 

She hasn't seen Jethro since that night in the elevator two nights ago. It's unusual for her not to see him in some capacity, weather it's a look when she's on the mezzanine, or when he's storming into her office complaining about the other alphabets, usually the FBI, taking over the case, or when he's in MTAC, talking to someone on the screens and she's watching from her chair. 

She's alone in her office, her hair falling out of its ponytail, typing one last email before she leaves for the night. She sighs as the words Jethro said to her in the elevator two nights ago come back to her: "I trusted you once, Jen, I trusted you with something once before and you shattered it. Nothing you say or do will ever fix it again, so don't even try." She has a feeling she knew what he was talking about but before she could clarify, he had restarted the machine and walked out of it, leaving her alone. 

She closes down her computer and simply stares at the TV on the opposite wall that's playing ZNN. It's late, maybe 2300, and no one has been in her office in a few hours, and she's sure that she's the only in the office, Jethro and his team went home at 1900 after wrapping up their latest case. Pulling her eyes away from the TV, the redheaded director sighs. Hearing that Jethro doesn't trust her, hasn't, and probably wouldn't ever again, sends a knife through her heart. She's spent the last 6 years waiting to be reunited again, only to have her heart broken by him once again. 

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