Marseilles' Nightlife

Jethro was able to finally to convince Jenny to get out of their hotel room, out of their bed for awhile. They had decided to travel to Paris and spend some time there together. After all, Paris was one of the most beautiful cities in the world when it was lit up at night. At one point Jethro and Jenny were pulled over on the expressway they were taking from Marseilles to Paris by a French cop.
“Excuse me sir; I need your license, passport and insurance card.” the French cop said in French.
“Told you driving at 175 miles per hour on the expressway was a bad move.” Jenny quietly said.
“Officer how does this work for you?” Jethro asked as he showed the cop his NCIS ID followed by his badge.
“Sorry, no.”
“Officer, please excuse my husband; we’re in your beautiful country on our honeymoon. We just renewed our vows a few hours ago. This is our vacation from our careers as Federal Agent in the U.S.’ NCIS.”
“NCIS?”
“That I’ll never get use to.” Jethro commented.
“Naval Criminal Investigative Service.” Jenny said as she clinched her side in agony.
Seeing Jenny in pain the cop let them go. Jethro was concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramps and they are excruciatingly painful.”
“How bad is that?”
“Try imagining the worst gunshot wound you ever had such as the one you had to deal with in Positano couple that with giving birth to four  eight pound and twenty ounces babies through your urethra  one after the other and you’ll understand what I went through.”
“I should get you to the nearest hospital.”
“Jethro, I love how concerned you are right now but all I need a cup of coffee and some Midol.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
A few minutes later Jenny doubled over in pain once again which piqued Jethro’s concern again.
“Cramps?”
“No something worse than that?”
"Like???"
“Try this and having your intuition telling you that there is something wrong at home.” Jenny said as she removed her bloodied hand from her side and showing Jethro.
“Where were you shot?”
“My side, just above the hip bone.”
“What is your intuition saying is wrong back home?” Jethro said trying to process everything as he decided it was time to call the honeymoon over.
“Its saying that there is something wrong with the girls, like one of them is hurt. We need to get back.”
“It’s a good thing that I packed our things before we left.” Jethro said.
“I’ll call the hotel and see if we can borrow the President’s plane to get back.”
            “That cop must have shot you when he pulled us over. I’m going have his ass in jail for life for what he did.” Jethro said absolutely furious at the fact that some psychopath shot his wife let alone shot the Director of a US Federal agency.
Jenny could tell how pissed off Jethro was as she wrapped up the phone calls she was making. She knew that Jethro took it personally when some crazed psychopath, some mentally disturbed sociopath went after the women he cared for and vowed to keep safe. The last time she saw him on this kind of rampage was just after Kate was killed by Ari. The minute Ari had crossed the line and gone after Abby then sent one of his men after her, Jenny saw vengeance in her husband’s eyes.  Those early years of her time as Director of NCIS were the hardest for them.
Hiding their marriage, their daughters and trying not to slip up when they were around the team wasn’t the easiest task they had. Although they both knew as Jethro sped off to the Charles De Gaulle airport that more often than not it was Jenny that was the one who tended to slip up during the early years of her administration.
“Call Ziva and find out what is going on. Tell her to have Ducky on standby at Dulles when we land. I want him to have you stitched up before we see the girls.”
“What am I? Wonder Woman?” Jenny asked sarcastically.
“Well I am the one who’s driving to get us to the airport before you lose too much blood.”
“And I am the one who’s bleeding the side of her stomach. Ouch.” Jenny said as she grabbed her right leg just above the knee.
“What’s wrong now?”
“That bastard shot me in the leg too; the bullet just lodged itself in my ACL.”
When Jethro heard Jenny utter the words that she had been shot twice many things were running through his mind. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch that shot his wife. But he knew he had to get her back to the States before the unthinkable happened.
In the back of Jethro’s mind was the fact that he had already buried one wife. He wasn’t about to bury a second.  The same went when it came down to whatever was going on with the girls. He wasn’t going to bury another daughter after Kelly. The same applied to Ziva and Abby after Kate.
The flight back to the States dragged on for Jethro. A nearly eight hour flight was hell for Jethro. He couldn’t take seeing Jenny in pain. He couldn’t take hearing her scream in pain. He was worried about their daughters. He wasn’t sure what was going on back home with the girls or which one was hurt. Or how bad it was.
Thankfully Jenny had been able to get through Ducky, who would be on standby at Dulles with Palmer to help Jenny. With that minor comfort Jethro moved on to the next thing on his mind that he kept toying with. Jenny could see that he was torn.
“I want you at the hospital with the girls when we land, Jethro.”
“I’m not leaving you. I left Shannon after I promised that I’d protect her from everything. I broke that promise once; I’m not going to break it again. I am staying with you.”
“Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you are going to be at our daughter’s side while Ducky fixes me up. I will be in good hands and you know it.”
“Jen.”
“Leroy.”
“Jennifer.”
“Leroy. Don’t make me bring the Director into this.”
Before long they had landed at Dulles. Ducky and Palmer were waiting on the tarmac for them. Jethro carried Jenny off of the plane and onto the gurney that was waiting for Jenny.
“I’ll take care of her, Jethro. She’ll be safe with me.” Ducky assured Jethro.
“I’m a phone call away if you need me for anything.” Jethro whispered into Jenny’s ear.
“Keep me updated on our girls. Call me the minute you get there.”
“Be discreet, Duck.”
“Will do, Jethro.”
Jethro left as Ducky and Palmer wheeled Jenny on the gurney back to the Autopsy van. Once he got to his ’71 Dodge Challenger RT Hemi where they had left it days ago, Jethro sent Jenny a picture message. It was a picture of the orchid and cherry blossom Jenny had left sitting in the middle of the dashboard from the day they had gone the Phillies versus Orioles game.
INTERTWINED ALWAYS AND FOREVER, WITH ALL MY LOVE; JG.
Jenny’s iPhone buzzed and binged when she received Jethro’s message. Ducky was driving them back to NCIS leaving Jenny in the care of Palmer. The sound of Jenny’s phone going off made Palmer jump a bit when he had heard it. Jenny couldn’t help but laugh at Palmer’s expense.
“Palmer, could you please hand me my phone once you gather yourself.”
“It’s a picture message, Ma’am.”
“Can I have my phone please?”
“But Director, you can barely move.”
“Mr. Palmer, give her phone to her. The message is for her eyes only.” Ducky said knowing full well who the message was from.
“Thank-you, Ducky.” Jenny said as she extended her left arm towards Palmer.
Palmer handed Jenny her phone.
“Now if you don’t mind, Palmer. I’d like some privacy.”
Palmer then joined Ducky in the front of the van. Jenny then once she was sure she had her privacy returned the favor to Jethro.
BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T GET TO SEE THESE IN THE PARISIAN LIGHTS, MY LOVE.