So I was talking to a girl in my psychology class and I found out that she writes fanfiction and told me about one of her stories so I told her about this story that I have always wanted to write and so she really has encouraged me to write this, even though she'll probably never read this, thank you.

This story is just a mash up of my favourite ever character from a TV program and my favourite ever book, I hope at least one person out there will like this, it's been in my head for a while.

Jenny is a descendent of Henry De Tamble so is a time traveller, what is she hadn't left Gibbs in Paris, she'd time travelled, what happens when a younger Jenny Shepard appears in Gibbs' basement one night?

Disclaimer: I own nothing…

Time is nothing….

Paris 1999….

Jenny walked out of the bathroom into the hotel room she had been sharing with her boss, her friend, her lover, for the past month, set in the heart of Paris, the city or romance, of falling in love, how could they not.

And neither of them regretted it, Jenny had never felt about anyone the way she felt about Gibbs, he was the most handsomest men she had ever been with, he was sweet and caring and although he didn't admit it, he really didn't have to, she knew that he loved her and she loved him.

Gibbs couldn't believe he'd found love in a place he'd never thought he would have found it, if course it was risky falling love with a co-worker, but he was sure that Jenny was worth it.

"Ready to go?" Gibbs asked just as he had finished zipping up the case, he let out a sigh of relief, glad that he could close it with all Jenny's extra clothes she had acquired during the mission.

"Yeah" Jenny smiled at him, her green eyes shining in the Parisian morning sun, she then walked over to the glass sliding doors that would open out onto the balcony, she looked through the window and sighed "I'm going to miss Paris" she sighed.

Gibbs watched her for a moment before going up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, breathing in the smell of her expensive perfume "We'll come back" he promised her before pressing a kiss to her neck.

Jenny quickly spun, turning in his arms to face him "Aren't you worried about what happens when we got back to D.C?" she asked him, she didn't want what they had to end, she didn't want anything to change.

"No" Gibbs shook his head and smiled at her "I've got you, that's all that matters" he assured her, Jenny smiled at him before reaching up and kissing him on the lips quickly.

"Come on, don't want to miss our flight" She patted him on the cheek before going over to the bed and grabbing the coat he had bought her a couple of days ago and it had only made her fall in love with him more, if that was even possible, she was already 100% sure he was it for her.

They then walked out of the hotel, hand in hand, very much in love.

Two hours later, they were boarding SEC-NAVs private jet, Gibbs was putting her hand bag in the overhead luggage compartment.

Jenny was standing smiling at him, watching as his arm muscles rippled, she was a very lucky women, she thought with a slight giddy smile.

All of a sudden she began to feel dizzy, the room began to spin, her skin began to tingle, why was this happening? She thought she could control this, she got to choose when and where this happened, he didn't know, he was going to freak out, she could feel herself fading fast.

Gibbs turned and Jenny was gone, on the floor was her coat that covered all her other clothes, he looks around to see where she's gone, he runs to the door of the plan and steps out "Jen!" he yells but's get nothing in return, there was no redhead to be seen, she was gone, leaving him with nothing but her coat….

Washington D.C 2005….

He was angry, why did she always drive him crazy, she was so bloody stubborn, so bossy, such a heartless bitch at times. After all she'd done, after she'd broken his heart, rejected him on the stairs. Why on earth did he find he still loved her.

Well that was easy, Gibbs thought as he took another swig of bourbon straight from the bottle, just like he did at the end of every day, he came home and filled the empty void with bourbon and his boat.

Gibbs loved her for many reasons, one she challenged him, she was smart, she was funny, she was mesmerizingly beautiful, she had a part of his heart that he could never get back, he just loved her.

All of a sudden there came a loud crashing behind him, Gibbs grabbed his sig off of the counter and turned around to find the stack of boxes he had piled up were all fallen over.

"Shit" he heard a women's voice come from in-between them.

"Federal agent show yourself" Gibbs demanded keeping his gun trained at the space where the voice had come from.

"Ugh, I can't really do that right now" the women replied.

Gibbs recognised the voice in an instant, he mentally head slapped himself for not realising it sooner "Jenny, is that you?" he asked still not believing she could get into his basement or his house without him realising.

"Yeah" she answered in a quitter tone.

"Come out then" Gibbs turned around back to the side and put his gun down, very sure he wasn;t going to need it, when he turned again, Jenny's head was coming out from behind the box, Gibbs stepped a little closer but then realised she wasn't wearing very much if anything "Why the hell are you naked?" he asked, his eye wide, and then he noticed how she looked younger, there was a youthful glint in her eyes just like when they were in Paris all those years ago.

"Maybe" Jenny gave him a sheepish grin.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked her, his head was hurting because he was so confused.

Jenny sighed, she knew that she had to tell him about her genetic disorder, she just hopped that he would understand as weird as it was.

"If you would pass me the blanket on the back of the sofa you have over there so I can cover myself I'll be happy to tell you" Jenny answered.

Gibbs did as he was told, intrigued to hear her explanation.

TBC…

If anyone is reading this please review and I hope you like.