“Jethro.” She called his name, he opened his eyes. And for the first time he gave her a look of recognition, she smiled. A flare of hope grew in her chest until he said her name; “Shannon?”
Her heart dropped, skipped a beat. She tried hard to keep the smile on her face; “No, Jethro. It’s me, Jenny. You still don’t remember me?”
His eyes teared up, a look of despair present on his face before he looked back up at her. She couldn't even imagine what it must be like to wake up in a hospital bed from a coma, covered in burns. To hear that you where in an explosion and then to find out that you can't remember anything that happened the last fifteen years of your life. And to top it off having to deal with the fact that your wife and daughter where killed. A fact that you emotionally already dealt with sixteen years ago. But that is also something you can't recall, the wounds are as fresh as they where right after it happened.
She herself had known Jethro for years, eleven to be exact. She wondered why he never mentioned his wife, his first wife and their daughter. Didn't he trust her? She had trusted him. Always, from the moment they met, she had known that he would be a man of his word. A man who would do anything to keep the people around him safe even if he would pay a huge price for it.
She sighed as a thought crossed her mind; 'we'll always have Paris'. She realized how much like a cliché that sounded, at least she always had Paris even if he didn't remember it.
He didn't say a thing. Her own memories brought her back to Paris. Where they went on a mission together, as partners. And partners they where, she visualized that night. Their raged breaths, moaning, touching and groping for dear life. She was still able to remember every detail of that night as if it happened just minutes ago. Especially since she became the Director of NCIS and worked in close proximity to Jethro, the memories had been more vivid then before.
She had known that it would be a one time thing, not something to build future on. At least not a future she wanted to have. Jethro was not that kind of man, she loved him but she never expected anything more from him. Even today she still had feelings for him but she was glad that she never became one of his wives.
She hoped that he would remember who he was soon, the sooner the better. His team was counting on him, she knew that they couldn't wait to have him back. For his team he had been the glue, he kept them together. She had observed them together, she had known that he meant a great deal to all of them. For the time being she was taking over that role, but she knew that it didn't fit her.
That is when she heard his voice, still weak and soft; “Maybe.”
“You remembered us making love, didn’t you, Jethro? At least that’s a start.” She said to him, she saw a glint of recognition cross his face.
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