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The Man With Blue Eyes
- Chapter 4 -

    Gibbs wasn't entirely sure what possessed him to take hold of her like that, but it was a little late to fix it. Perhaps it was the way her voice said his name, almost uncertain like he might not speak to her, perhaps it was the smell of her perfume, the one he'd deny spraying around his house just to remember it, or perhaps it was just the warmth that suddenly engulfed him when she stepped closer. Perhaps it was all of these things put together, but the result was his control snapping and his lips taking possession of hers, kissing her like he had nearly a decade ago. Kissing her like he dreamed about every day since he'd buried her and with that thought his arms trapped her between him and the railing, holding her to prevent escape. He felt the tears and immediately let go, terrified that he'd hurt her but discovered that while she had them it was his tears he'd felt. Once that was cleared up he went back to kissing her, it was easier to not think, just act. She responded to the kisses surprised at first before fighting for control of them. The thought the whole team was probably watching and that they were in prime view of the public was the only reason he stopped. Her gasp for breath was a welcome sound, a sound that told him she was very much alive. His one hand drifted to her neck feeling her pulse point, reassuring himself that her blood was going through her heart and not spilling onto a dirty concrete floor.

    She looked up at him and he noticed her eyes held a spark he hadn't seen in a few years. She was back, but in his mind she never should have left. That thought resulted in the brief tightening of his hand at her throat and only her voice stopped him.

    "You can snap my neck later if you want, don't do it in front of witness," she warned and suddenly she was cautious.

    "Jen...Jenny..." it was about the whole thing he could say that made sense to him and so he tightened his arms around her and pulled her into a hug that made Abby's hug look soft. "You're going under constant surveillance and...I'm going to chain you to my wrist...and..."

    "Whatever you want Jethro," she assured amused with his newest ideas and yet understanding them. He held her at arm length for a second and starred at her.

    "You don't look different."

    "I thought we agreed to skip the you haven't changed a bit crap," she reminded.

    "But...you were dead."

    "No, no I thought I was dead. It was Mike's idea."

    "Franks?"

    "Yes. He found this life size doll, looks and feels the same as a real human except they're not breathing. Fornell had had one made, he'd figured out what I was going to do when he heard about Dexter's death."

    "Fornell...I just saw...he didn't...I went to the Director of the FBI to save his sorry ass..."

    "So I heard, don't blame him. He couldn't have told you."

    "Your sister..."

    "Ah yes Julia...my wayward little sister, she was in some trouble this past year, Fornell didn't exactly think when he told me to stay with her."

    "So Hayley is?"

    "Was a cover ID from 2003, I was undercover running a race car team, crossed paths with Lt. Cane, mission flopped was pulled to come back to DC, you know the rest."

    "So you killed someone?"

    "No, someone on the team did, I suspected but I couldn't prove it and I couldn't reveal who I was without blowing the mission. Cane did a good enough job of that all by himself though, Morrow wasn't happy. Later I find out he's the father of my nephew who I suspected was dead. Small world you know."

    "So Fornell sent you here to recover and then..."

    "Then it was up to me, I was back as Hayley Wilson, but I couldn't go back to running a race car team, to high profile, so I figured I'd look after Julia and Kyle for a bit, scope out Cane, and go from there. Now that she and Horatio are starting to work things out Julia took matters into her own hands, she wanted to meet you and the team. I didn't think she would tattle on me."

    "You never spoke about her..."

    "She never spoke about me either, it was an excellent sister relationship."

    "So why are you back in custody?"

    "Cane found some surveillance of what I've been doing in my spare time, I suppose its of questionable legality."

    "What have you done Jen?" He demanded sounding more like the man she remembered.

    "The usual, picked a fight with child services, integrated a drug runner, all fun stuff," she said with a faint smile. "Oh and working on my tan while I drink margaritas."

    "You're very own margarita safari?" She smirked.

    "You should try it," she suggested slipping out of his hold and turning toward the door.

    "Jenny..."

    "Your children are placing bets," she informed tilting her head up and watching as a few ducked out of sight. She was half way in the door when Gibbs caught her.

    "Let them." He held her and kissed her repeatedly breaking off only to tease her. "For the record I'm still mad at you."

    "Hm...I can live with that," she assured.

    Chapter 5