A/N: Sooo, I really want to apologize for taking so so long to update this, it started out with serious writers block, then school got in the way, and the past few months, I received a lot of bad news about my health, so I didn't really feel like writing, but since it's almost been a year, and I'm feeling a little better, I thought I would try to update it. This chapter to me isn't the best, but I do like it, though there's not much Jibbs, there is some Jenny/Ziva friendship scenes. Read, Review, Enjoy^.^

Gibbs had remained rooted to the spot after his realization a few minutes ago.

He could not believe he had allowed Hart to do something like this, even participate in it. He was starting to get over his self-loathing the more he thought about Hart and what she had pulled, pure fury taking its place.

He was on his way up the basement stairs before he realized his feet were moving. One thought running through his head, well, as much of a thought as his anger would allow, all that was able to be made out was Hart and making her pay.

That thought however was severed when he came to the top steps and heard slight whimpering coming from his bedroom. His feet changed course and started to make his way towards the room that would lead to the woman he had spent so many nights dreaming about. Just as he reached the door, he heard a floorboard creak behind him, and he briskly turned on his heel ready to confront who ever it was…or so he thought.

When he caught sight of Harts face with a small, almost nonexistent seductive smile on her face, his anger overflowed. Curling his fists and clenching his jaw, he forced out the only words that would come.

"Get the hell out of here!" He knew if he let go of his hold on his anger, there could very well be four corpses that needed to be sorted out. He saw Hart falter in her step and search his face.

Seeing anger as the only emotion, she slowly started to back away from him.

"I'll talk with you later Jethro, it's been a long day and you need some time to think." And with that, she was gone, leaving Jethro in a rage he hadn't experienced since his wife and daughter were murdered.

Clenching his eyes shut he took several deep breaths before continuing his journey to his bedroom.

He found her lying in the fetal position and thought she may be dreaming, but when her face became visible for a moment before quickly ducking back behind the covers he knew she was awake and terrified.

"Jenny, it's me, remember what I said earlier? I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again, and you will never be on your own again because no matter what, I will never leave you okay? You hear me?" He was trying so hard to keep calm and not allow himself to rush over and gather her in his arms, knowing that it would only cause her to become even more panicked.

He continued to talk to her and hold his hands up showing he was not going to hurt her, she brought her head back out from under the covers and continued to watch him as he made his way over to the side of the bed that was vacant.

She could feel the panic coursing through her, but also the trust and safety he was already giving off. She felt the slight dip in the bed behind her and slowly, ever so slowly, she rolled herself over to face him as he crawled in besides her.

He held his arms open to her once he was settled and allowed her to make the next move, and after a moment, she slowly moved into his embrace and felt herself relax at the safety he supplied to her.

He folded her into his arms, but was careful not to hold her too tightly; wanting to make sure she didn't feel as if he was restraining her. After a few more minutes of him softly calming her with words of safety he felt her push herself further into him and unwrap her tight hold of herself and wind her arms around him holding onto him with all she had. That was all he needed, he tightened his hold on her and brought her closer to him kissing the top of her head and soothingly running a hand gently up and down her back.

He waited what felt like hours, but was more likely seconds, before he felt her completely relax into him and drift off to sleep.

He kept going over and over what had transpired, blaming himself for all of it. Yes, Hart was somewhat to blame, but he had allowed himself to over look everything, therefore, it was his fault…that still wouldn't stop him from loosing his temper if he saw that smirk again!

He wasn't sure how long he had remained staring at the top of Jenny's head, but when she started to stir he loosened his hold on her so she would not fear another attack.

"Jenny, you're okay, I'm right here, go back to sleep." He soothed so caught up in her, he didn't notice Ziva standing in the doorway in a different outfit then she was wearing earlier.

"Gibbs." Ziva announced slowly walking into the room, mindful of Jenny's current state of mind.

"Shh, Ziva, she needs to rest." He said even as Jenny was starting to sit up, not seeming frightened by them, but exhausted at the same time.

"Gibbs, she needs to eat and see Ducky again, it is nearly noon already. I also must speak with you." She said walking carefully over to him and communicating it was important. He wanted to argue that Jenny needed to rest, but he hadn't seen her eat anything since he sat with her in the elevator yesterday, she had lost a lot of weight, and she was thing to start with. Ziva was right, she needed to eat, and get her injuries checked over again.

"I need to shower." They both jumped slight at Jenny's voice. She was staring straight ahead, trying not to meet their gazes for fear of the disappointment she would find in them. She knew they would think less of her, no matter what Ziva had said yesterday.

Gibbs could see something was off, as could Ziva, so when Gibbs lightly hooked his finger under her chin and turned her head towards him she quietly backed out of the room, making note to talk with her later. She knew what Jenny was going through, and too much all at once, was not the right way to go about helping her.

"Jenny, look at me." He said quietly trying to find out exactly what was wrong. He saw her eyes start to water, but she quickly blinked them away.

"I…can't…" was all she could get out.

"Jennifer Ann Shepard, you look at me right now." He said, but not in a threatening way, in a gentle way and after a few second she turned her gaze upon his.

"I'm sorry." She apologized and if she wasn't in the state she was, Gibbs would have

Gibbs slapped her, gentle of course.

"What in god's name do you have to apologize for…" he could not believe her.

"I couldn't stop it, I was weak, I should have tried harder…"

"You stop it right there!" Ziva ordered stepping back into the room, having been listening incase Jenny needed her. "Gibbs, leave please, I have to speak to her alone." Ziva said while keeping her eyes locked with Jenny. "Now, Gibbs!" she barked when he didn't move, and though he wanted to stay, he knew Ziva needed to talk to her.

"I'll be just in the kitchen okay?" Gibbs said kissing Jenny's temple before leaving the room.

"Ziva?" Jenny said slight afraid of the expression on her old friends face.

"Jenny, you need to understand something right now, what happened to you was out of your control…"

"But I should have fought har…"

"No! Jenny, listen to me!" Ziva took a deep breath and sat down on the bed beside her broken friend. "When we were captured in Cairo, you remember what that man said right before we escaped? That there was only one true way to break a woman?"

"Yes, but…"

"No 'buts', although we escaped before we experienced that torture, we still knew what he meant. And however much torture you endure, the worst and quickest way to break a woman, is that…"

"That doesn't matter!" Jenny burst out grabbing her hair. "That doesn't matted, because I was trained for those situations, I was trained to defend myself, and I failed! I let my guard down and disobeyed orders and got myself captured. Then, after two years of that torture, I escape and am able to get myself back together enough to look presentable, but again, I make the mistake to leave the safe house when I knew he would be out there looking for me. It was my fault! I wasn't strong enough to keep myself together, if I were, then this wouldn't have happened again!" She wept covering her face with her hands.

Ziva was crying slightly as her best friend blamed herself for everything that had happened, remembering feeling the exact emotions when she was rescued.

"Jenny, it was not your fault and no one thinks it was! Kort was a bastard and scum, but he was physically a strong man, just fighting him off would be difficult, but you have three broken ribs, bruises covering your entire body, and there were two other men that looked like they were trained to restrain their prisoners.

"I know what you are feeling right now, and I know you do not believe what I am saying, but trust me, no matter what you think right now, this is not your fault, and no one thinks any less of you, in fact, I think highly of you for breaking yourself out and making your way back to us, I didn't have the strength.

"When I was captured, I was tortured by men who thought the same as Kort and our holder in Cairo, and I was broken, I was towards the point of giving up hope completely. And at that time, I had thought everyone at NCIS knew I was alive, little did I know they thought the opposite. Growing up in Mossad, you are physically trained for those circumstances; you physically have to go through it in your training.

"And you know what? Doesn't even come close to the pain, and fear of experiencing it from you captures. I was broken after three in a half months, you were held for two years!

"When I was moved with a bag over my head and forced into a seat, I thought I was going to be killed, and though I hate to admit it, I was actually relieved it was all going to end.

"It wasn't what I was expecting when the bag was lifted over my head, Tony sitting before me, bruised and bleeding, McGee behind me unconscious. It was strangely worse then the torture I had experienced, having to look into the eyes of the man I loved, after having been broken in such a way, I thought he would hate me, think I was filth because I allowed it to happen. But guess what.

"Never, not once did he ever look at me like he thought I was a person who should be left in the street, even when I opened up to him about what happened, he just grabbed me and told me how sorry he was for leaving me so long. And how much he loved me and how he would never let anything happen to me again, difficult promise to make with someone who loves to cause problems." She grinned and got a short genuine laugh from Jenny, who had removed her hands from her face, and slowed her crying somewhere in the middle of Ziva's talking.

"I promise you Jenny, no matter what happened in the past, whatever happens in the future, nothing will ever make me think any less of you, you are my family, and you always will be, there is no way you are getting rid of me that easily, you got that!" she smiled and sniffled before pulling Jenny into a deep emotional hug.

"Now, let's get your shower ready, it's on Gibbs, so spend as long as you need." She grinned mischievously helping her up off the bed and to the bath telling her to call if she needed anything.

A/N: Sorry it's so sort, not entirely happy with it, but I do believe it started to break away the blockage that's been keeping me from updating, hopefully, there will be another chapter soon, and for those wondering, yes, Allison Hart WILL be returning again(evil grin). Let me know what you all thought!

~Quibilah^.^