Yeah, I know, this makes like, what...three pieces in two days? I'm trying to get some stuff done before Labor Day break, when I probably won't have my laptop.

Aaanyways...this is another songfic that's been bouncing around in my head.

Set pre-series, during all their time 'undercovers' in Europe. JIBBS, most definitely.

"Love The Way You Lie"

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Jenny swiped at the tears in her eyes furiously, ignoring the angry pounding at her door. If he wanted to be a stupid chauvinistic bastard, then that was perfectly damn fine with her.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie…

Jethro Gibbs swore angrily, slamming his fist into the wall outside the Paris apartment, hearing the muffled sobs of his probationary agent, partner, and lover inside. "Dammit, Jen, let me in!" He continued knocking for a while, his voice growing hoarse.

"Jenny…" He sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool surface of the door. "I'm so-." He stopped, muffling another curse. Had he really just been about to apologize to her? "Jen, please…can't we talk?"

I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight

God, she made him feel like someone had just gone in and ripped out his windpipe sometimes. The endless flirting, sultry glances, smirks and innuendo both defined and tore apart their relationship.

As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off of love, drunk from my hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it!

She made him feel like a teenager in love again, high off of her kisses and touches. She rescued him whenever he felt like he was about to drown in the memories of his past, breathing new life into the battered shell that was Leroy Jethro Gibbs. There were times when it was quite obvious that she hated his instinctive over protectiveness, screaming at him for being a chauvinistic pig. It was odd, but her anger, the hatred shining through, sometimes turned him on even more than her slow, careful seductions.

It's so insane cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

She made him feel like Superman, invincible, like nothing could touch him some days, her seemingly unwavering belief in him giving him strength. She was the Lois Lane to his Clark Kent, keeping him grounded in the real world.

But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped
Who's that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength…

He could still remember the argument he had spawned, seeing the way that man had touched her, jealousy pulsing through his veins like fire. He had screamed at her, called her a whore, his fist punching through the wall near her head in the bar. "Jenny…Jen, I'm sorry, babe. C'mon, can't we talk?"

He looked up, his blue eyes cautiously hopeful as the door swung open.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts

Jenny stared at him, her eyes red, the slightest hint of a bruise near her temple. He took a step forward, raising a shaking hand. "God, Jenny, I'm so sorry…I got…"

"You got jealous, I know." Her voice was quietly disapproving. She watched him, watched the guilt flicker across his face. She couldn't fathom why she had opened the door, other than the necessity to see him again, convince him she wasn't lying, she wasn't cheating, it was a simple mistake.

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you're with 'em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them those chills you used to get 'em

Her love for Jethro left her gasping for air sometimes, struggling to breathe. She remembers clearly the first day they met in Morrow's office, the appropriately suckerpunched look that flickered across his face as he took in her appearance. His strong arms winding around her waist give her a warm feeling, content and happy to relax in his embrace each and every time. His touch sent chills down her body, his piercing blue eyes watching her reactions solicitously.

Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em
You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push pull each other's hair, scratch claw hit 'em
Throw 'em down pin 'em

She remembers their first fight, the aftermath of their steamy union in that attic in Marseilles. Remembers screaming at him, punching, kicking, scratching her sharp nails down his arms, her rage at his continuing chauvinism coming to a head. His snarled retorts back, the venomous insults she hurled in his face. The passion of their final make-up, tumbling together in a tangle of sweaty limbs on that creaky old bed again, all insults and injuries forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.
So lost in the moments when you're in them
It's the rage that took over it controls you both
So they say you're best to go your separate ways
Guess if they don't know you 'cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it's a different day

They were both fueled by rage, she knew, both hot-blooded humans who viewed arguments and fights as foreplay. This was their third argument since that day in Marseille, the second time they argued, they had both almost agreed to go their separate ways, the fighting nearly spilling over into their undercover work.

Sound like broken records playing over but you promised her
Next time you show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again

"Jenny, please, I'm so sorry. I promise…it'll never happen again." His murmured words bring her out of her musing, his blue eyes heartbreakingly sorrowful as he gazes at her.

"I'll stop myself next time, I won't get so jealous, Jenny." He placed gentle hands on her shoulders, knowing deep down inside that he was lying, he knew he'd get jealous.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

"Jethro…we both know that isn't true." But she still wanted to believe him, wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Now I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is
You're the same as me

But when it comes to love you're just as blinded
Baby, please come back
It wasn't you, baby it was me
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano

He sighed. They both knew that the blame couldn't be exclusively placed over either of them solely. They both had tempers, they both stuck to their guns as stubbornly as possible. They were mirror images in that way, like the spawn of a tornado slamming into an erupting volcano of anger.

All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk
I told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball

He knew all that but the foremost thought in his mind was that he didn't want to walk away. He loved her too much. He was so tired of the games between them, the fights, innuendo, make-up sex. He just wanted Jenny. Just Jenny, his lover, the woman who was terrified of thunderstorms, the woman who cried when she saw a stray puppy on the street.

Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time. There won't be no next time
I apologize even though I know its lies
I'm tired of the games I just want her back
I know I'm a liar

"Jen…I'm serious this time. I promise, Jenny, that I will never, ever raise a hand to you again. Next time I'm pissed, I'll go to the gym." He knew, he was merely following Rule 7 here, giving her a specific lie to fix things. He knew he'd get angry again. Hell, they both would. It was in the nature of their relationship.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's alright because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Jenny sighed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his waist, pillowing her head in his chest. He relaxed, his strong arms coming to wrap around her securely. She knew they were both lying to each other and to themselves, expecting this relationship of theirs to work long term, but she figured, sometimes, lies were better than the truth. She loved him, and she loved the way he lied to her, just to keep them happy.

Though it would eventually doom their relationship, rampage through their tiny little world, it would always be easier to lie. That was the simple truth behind their relationship. It was simple, maybe, but it definitely wasn't easy.

They would always have their love, and that would have to be enough for now.

"I guess that's what happens in the end…you start thinking about the beginning."

A/n: Well, anyways, there you go. Based off of Eminem's "Love the Way You Lie" with Rihanna.

Hope you liked it! Review, please!

-meg