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Author's note Thank you for all the support this story has gotten, I'm surprised and honoured that you all liked it so much! It was me kind of going back to basics will less OC's and more Jibbs. This is just a really cute, fluffy epilogue to make you all smile. Also reflects the rare hot british weather we are having at the moment!

Thanks to my reviewers: GeneaLady, RhizONeill, Jenny-Gibbs-Forever, Left my heart in Paris, Amber SanGiovanni,

Ne m'oublie pas s'il te plait

Time is a scary thing. It passes us by almost quicker than we often realise. Goes by and leaves us wondering where days went, months, sometimes even years. But at the same time it lets us create memories, form dreams and then make them come true. Jenny had never dreamed big, never wanted to see her name in spotlights or have a star on the walk of fame. All she'd wanted was to protect those who she loved. Now, five years after she had moved in with Jethro, things were for once going smoothly.

They still loved in the house he'd lived in with Shannon and Kelly, but together, step by step they had redecorated the house so that it was now a home. It was their home. There were his memories hung on the mantel piece, photos with Kelly, items held close because of the Marine's. But there were things that held her memories, like the guitar that was hung behind the couch.

It was their home now, but one thing had never changed. The door was still always open, although, after a few close encounters of an evening, they'd all learnt to nock or announce their presence before just walking straight into the house. However Jenny and Jethro had never married, somehow it just didn't feel right. Yet him being the chauvinist he was, he'd instead given her a promise ring, a simply gold band with an Eiffel tower engraved into it for her to wear. Something she wore on her left ring finger to mark his territory, and she'd done the same, she'd given him a gold band with the words 'mine' engraved into it.

Now, five years on, summer had arrived and there was a heat wave hitting the city. So, after a year of close calls and hospital waiting rooms, Jenny and Gibbs had invited everyone over: the team, Abby, Ducky, Lynne, Jenny's sister, and Fornell. That was why; the garden was currently full of hyper agents running around in swimsuits with water guns. Abby and Ziva were in bikinis, whilst Tony and Tim wore their trunks. Jenny's sister heather was sat in a cut out swimsuit and cover-up under a parasol with Lynne who was in a swim suit too. The pair got on well, and there was a mutual respect.

Ducky and Fornell both sat in short sleeved shirts under a second parasol laughing at the scene before them. Gibbs was on barbeque duty, and much to jenny's displeasure was wearing his swim shorts along with a t-shirt. She however was inside, dressed in a lemon sundress. Unlike the other women she'd decided she was too old to be wearing a bikini or swimsuit and nothing else. So her lemon one piece with a halter neck was covered up completely, her hair half up half down and minimal make up. Stood in the kitchen with the radio on, making some salad she was singing away.

The red head still worked at Lynne's bar occasionally, but now her visits more often than not were as a customer on open mike night. Over the years she'd been approached by numerous labels, offering to use her songs or sign her, but she'd never accepted, it was a hobby and her dreams of it being something more had been left with her teenage self.

The large townhouse she had once lived in and that had been burnt down back when she supposedly 'died' had been renovated. That had been her project for the past few years, and now it was fully restored and had been handed over to Heather.

Standing at the doorframe he watched her, a smile creeping over his lips. She was singing away to some country his one the radio, smiling away as she chopped chives to go in the potato salad. He loved seeing her like this; happy and free, more like the agent who had joined his team all those years ago than the ice cold director she had become. But that woman was long behind him, and in the last five years he'd fallen even more in love with her.

With his family outside he realised he could not wish for more. If things had been different and she hadn't had left him in Paris then he would have liked to have thought that there would be a little red headed girl who was the splitting image of Jenny running around. But because of both of them they had left it too late now, and he knew that he especially was too old for children.

Despite being offered a job by SecNav Jenny had not fully returned to NCIS. Every now and again she would join a team to help when a case got complicated, or would help Leon smooth over the damage done by a case. But she's almost relaxed into a steady life, and he was happy because he knew that he didn't have to worry about her.

For the first year she lived with him, there had been the CIA there too, but soon enough, they realised that the threat was reduced and now there was just a meeting with them every six months. Of course there were times when they thought something was brewing so invited themselves back again to protect her.

"You look happy." He said, making her freeze until she spun around to see him walking towards her. With an evil grin she threw her head back and sauntered over to meet him.

"I am." Jenny replied, looping her arms around his neck and getting closer. He placed his hands on her hips and smiled.

"You thinking of taking this sundress off yet?" Gibbs growled as he decided she was too covered up.

"Erm . . . nope." She replied evilly before kissing him fully on the lips. Their love had not faded, or reduced over the last five years, in fact they were very much still in the honey moon faze, a five year one which must break all records. "You wouldn't want DiNozzo seeing what only you get to would you?" She whispered in his ear which made him laugh.

"Can we send them home yet then?" Gibbs retorted, but Jenny just kissed him.

"Will you two ever stop that? Get a room for god's sakes!" Said Lynne as she walked in the room making the pair pull apart and laugh at the comment.

"I don't ever want to be seeing my older sister doing that! Wait until we've gone?" Added Heather, as she stood next to the raven haired woman and glared at her sister. Jenny blushed, but Gibbs decided it was his house, so he bent down and kissed Jenny all over again. Her not being one to resist she gave in and kissed him back until she heard her friend and sister leave the room. When they parted she glared at him before placed a kiss on his cheek and walking over to the salad again, swaying her hips as she went.

"Tease!" He mumbled as he watched her go.

"You love me for it!" She winked before turning back to the job at hand. He watched her begin and returned to cooking at the barbeque. When all the salads were done Jenny took them outside and placed the cling film covered bowls onto the table before grabbing a mound of towels for the wet agents. The meal was filled with laughing and joking. Of course, Jenny and Gibbs sat next to one another, and from time to tie had their own private jokes. However the team had all grown used to it, and even Tobias was simply happy to see the two in love and content with life.

With the sun long since set the house was emptier now, just Jenny and Jethro remained. Holding two glasses and a bottle of bourbon he made his way outside to find Jenny laid on the grass. It was only as he grew closer he realised that her sundress had been removed. "So now you take it off?" HE stated, smiling as he looked down on her.

"Well there is only me and you here now." She retorted smartly. Gibbs then took off his t-shirt and her smile grew. But he decided that it was about time that he and Jenny had some fun, so he placed the bottle down on the table and went to grab the hose pipe. After knowing him for so long, Jenny was well aware he was up to something. "Jethro!" She warned as she watched him. But before she knew it he was squirting her lemon one piece with freezing cold water.

She fought back, jumping on his back and resting the hosepipe off of him. By the time the rest of the street was quiet their giggling water fight had finally died down, now that just laid on the grass, slightly damp but curled together, her resting her head on his chest as they both drank bourbon and relished in the moment. And as she looked up at him she smirked. "Thank you Jethro."

"What for?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"For being my getaway driver and finding me."

Softly he captured her lips in a sweet kiss. "Anytime Jen, anytime."

The End

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