A/N: Another one of my Kelly Clarkson song fics, The song is "Never Again". Enjoy! PS One-shot.

Jeanne Benoit silently entered the bullpen. It was a hesitant entry, but an unavoidable part of her journey out of there. Across the room, she spotted her ex-lover, Anthony Denardo...uh, DiNozzo. Whatever! All she knew was that he had betrayed her trust and lied to her. Whether she could forgive him or not, she would have to wait to find out.

Whoever he was, he was having quite an in-depth conversation with a woman. A co-worker, no doubt. She was equally as beautiful as Jeanne considered herself to be, if not more so. But it wasn't the fact that they were talking that made her want to scream, it was the way he felt so comfortable around her. Even though he had done an extremely good job at fooling her, she had always sensed hesitation and a slight refusal to let her get too close at times. She loved him. That, she knew. If Tony felt the same way, she was also fairly certain.

They must be seeing each other, she thought. The fire in her heart burned stronger, hotter as she glared at the man who had stolen her heart and broken it, then shattered it into a million pieces just as it had started to mend.

I hope when you're in bed with her, you think of me.

Tony shot a nervous glance in Jeanne's direction, hoping not to catch her eye.

I never read your letter.

Jeanne hated him now more than ever. She did not stop to think that there was a possibility she was wrong about him and this woman.

Does it hurt
To know I'll never be there?

It was you
Who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know

You knew
Exactly what you would do

She may believe you
But I never will
Never again

"Go tell her what she needs to hear," she heard the woman say. With the sharp mind that Jeanne possessed, she immediately knew the woman was Israeli. As Jeanne approached the elevator, she inevitably came face to face with Tony.

"Was any of it real, Tony?" she demanded.

"No," he replied, looking directly into her eyes. He was holding something back, though. Tears? She could only hope he would suffer.

"I wish I'd never met you," she snarled, turning her back on him as the elevator doors made a wall between them. A wall that, hopefully, would be left alone.

Never again will I hear you
Never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you

Never again will I kiss you
Never again will I want to
Never again will I love you

Never again would Jeanne Benoit trust a man or fall in love easily. In a weird way, she was grateful to Tony for teaching her a lesson that people are not always who they say they are. But Tony had also taught her what it felt like to be in love, and that felt good. It completed the puzzle that was human existence. Tony was her missing piece and none of the other pieces fit, so from then on, she was an incomplete picture.