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Jenny's still in the hospital and visiting hours are a bitch, so after landing and checking in with her best friend, she makes a trek. Not to the house but to a little place in DC, a place she knows she shouldn't visit. She hadn't expected it to come upon them this fast, but she's not surprised either. Her life is an open book to the US Marshals ( Read more... )

Date: __________________

I haven't felt this in a very long time. Well, since ...

I just don't know what to do with it. If anything. Of course, it could end up being nothing. So I will do my best to not overthink. Yet ...

No.

Is it too much to hope? To fantasize?

Liz isn't stupid. It isn't that she knows Jenny as well as she knows herself, but she can also count. A year ago, Jenny was pregnant and recovering from the trauma of being kidnapped. Now, she's pregnant and the memories have to be haunting her. She knows her own sleepless nights, her own dreams, her own refusal to acknowledge anything other than ( Read more... )

Title: And the Memories So Close
Author: vegawriters (albuquerque_liz)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Jenny/OFC
Rating: PG-16
A/N: (1) The prevailing theory is that the “Heather” seen in Jenny’s phone in Judgement Day is her sister. But what if it was someone else? (2) siapom requested a NCIS fic. I hadn’t planned on doing this for that rec, but it also fits all her requirements.

Even ( Read more... )

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I lost you both at just about the same time. One, forever. He has his new life and it's a life he's always preferred. You, to children and a husband you love more than ... more than me. He is gone for good. You, we are forever friends. Soulmates. Most intimate friends. But you have dreams and to worry too much about my emotions as ( Read more... )

There's something in Jenny's tweets and emails that gets her hackles up. Something deeper than stress over the job and stress over married life with kids. It's that kind of twinge in her gut that lets her know something is just wrong, that Jenny is serious about taking off to Siberia if she can get away with it. So she does what she can do now, and ( Read more... )

Date: ______________________

I wish I understood my own brain better. I'm not talking about Jenny or Adam or even the old feelings that have been stirred up as I sit here with Ziva. But even in my not talking about them, I'm talking about them.

( Today, I make little sense. )

They left a little before nine, saddling horses - Liz gave Jenny Kelly and took Kira - and headed out to the wild horse pastures, down along the creek, toward Liz’s lean-to escape. For a while, Liz rode out ahead, releasing some stress, but the lingering headache from her dance with the wine bottle the night before kept her from racing too far ( Read more... )

Note: A scribble made in the journal. Not dated.

“I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a ( Read more... )