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Author's note: Just a one-shot that originated from this quote from one of those season 5 episodes. Anyone know the episode name? Anyway, just a short little Jibbs hurt/comfort piece…like that's a surprise. Hope you like this.

Your right eye twitches when you lie. It always has.

He turned to leave, but after all that, I really didn't want him to.

"Jethro." I said quietly, looking down at my glass of bourbon.

He stopped in his tracks. "Yeah?"

I sighed. "Never mind."

He slowly turned to face me, eyebrows raised.

"Just go."

"Jen."

I turned back to my desk and he grabbed my arm, turning me back to him. "Are you okay?"

There was no lying to him. "No."

He didn't even know what was bothering me. Who was bothering me. Where I had been in Paris.

Gibbs sighed and pulled me to his chest. I tensed momentarily before relaxing into his touch.

"What's going on with you, Jen?" He murmured into my hair.

I wanted to tell him everything in that moment. I wanted to let it go and not have to hide it anymore. But I couldn't give him that burden. He had enough to deal with.

I shook my head against his shoulder. I couldn't.

"What did he do you, Jen?"

Another thing I couldn't tell him. But I wanted to. I suppressed a shiver and shook my head.

He held me closer and his voice comforted me. I wasn't even listening to the words anymore…just his voice.

I don't know when I started crying, but the next thing I knew, he was wiping my tears away with his thumb, his had cradling my cheek.

I leaned into his touch and then we were both leaning toward one another.

His lips gently brushed over mine, and it was such a gesture of comfort and love and affection that I fell into his arms and buried my face into his neck.

He rubbed my back and led me to the couch, gently rocking me back and forth.

"You must think I'm a…"

"I don't think you're anything, Jen." He said firmly but not cruelly. "Just an amazing, beautiful, intelligent, tough woman who's been hurt and has been hiding it…and just needs to open up sometimes."

I look up at him in wonderment and amazement. He really is an amazing guy. One that I don't even know how I deserve.

I lean up and press my lips to his, his lips moving with mine until we finally broke apart. I didn't have to say anything for him to know that that was exactly what I needed to hear.

He pulls me to him on the couch, and it doesn't take much for me to fall asleep, there on his chest.

And he lay there with me, watching over me just like in Paris. Except now I know that he never stopped. He'd always be there. Just like he always has been.

Author's Note: What did you think? I have to say…I'm getting a bit tired of writing all this hurt/comfort at the moment. I think that's my muse telling me to go write some fluffy angst in Truth and Lies. Review? Please?