She had known that Ari was a strike out in more ways than one. But that thought and that man was in her past. And that was where all of it would remain. As of late Kate knew she was better off. Her new husband, Drew was her right match. He was everything she’d been looking for over the years. Drew had been accepted by Gibbs, which meant that Drew was automatically accepted by the rest of the team.
Kate was happily married and enjoying her honeymoon. Enjoying every aspect of married life, now she knew why Rachel had suggested marriage as much as their mother had over the years. Now she was enjoying every part of her new husband. All that she had to concern herself was how she and Rachel were going to get their three brothers to settle down.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Forbidden Love
“His eyes. There was something in his eyes that made me not want to kill him.”
Kate had wanted to cross that line with Ari. He was the bad boy to her good girl persona. Sitting back on her lofted perch in her afterlife a few things were going through Kate’s mind. When she was alive she couldn’t stand Ari and then there were moments where she couldn’t resist him. She steered clear of a relationship with Ari while they were both alive because Gibbs couldn’t stand Ari. And Gibbs had been her DC Dad since her biological Dad was back at home in Indiana. The afterlife didn’t make things much easier for Kate and Ari either.
Ari was and had been residing down in hell after Ziva had killed him. Kate on the other hand was relaxing top side in heaven with Gibbs’ first wife and daughter, Jenny Shepard, Pacci and the other agents that died in the line of duty, then of course the latest arrival top side; Mike Franks.
It wasn’t until recently Kate was clueless on Jenny and Franks’ connection with Gibbs. Nor did she know that Gibbs was married more than he said he was and that he had a child.
All Kate knew was that she was in love with Ari and couldn’t do anything about it. So she was left to sitting back watching over Gibbs and the team, knowing that at some point when Ziva did come top side she owed Ziva a major thank you and then wishing she had Ari with her. Until she was reunited with the people she cared for she was left to protecting them and reminiscing old times with the ones that were with her.
Kate had wanted to cross that line with Ari. He was the bad boy to her good girl persona. Sitting back on her lofted perch in her afterlife a few things were going through Kate’s mind. When she was alive she couldn’t stand Ari and then there were moments where she couldn’t resist him. She steered clear of a relationship with Ari while they were both alive because Gibbs couldn’t stand Ari. And Gibbs had been her DC Dad since her biological Dad was back at home in Indiana. The afterlife didn’t make things much easier for Kate and Ari either.
Ari was and had been residing down in hell after Ziva had killed him. Kate on the other hand was relaxing top side in heaven with Gibbs’ first wife and daughter, Jenny Shepard, Pacci and the other agents that died in the line of duty, then of course the latest arrival top side; Mike Franks.
It wasn’t until recently Kate was clueless on Jenny and Franks’ connection with Gibbs. Nor did she know that Gibbs was married more than he said he was and that he had a child.
All Kate knew was that she was in love with Ari and couldn’t do anything about it. So she was left to sitting back watching over Gibbs and the team, knowing that at some point when Ziva did come top side she owed Ziva a major thank you and then wishing she had Ari with her. Until she was reunited with the people she cared for she was left to protecting them and reminiscing old times with the ones that were with her.
Can't Hurt Us
“Coffin? You said it was a box sofa bed.”
“Well, it is… sort of.”
“That’s why you wouldn’t turn the lights on. I can’t believe I slept in a coffin.”
“Not just slept.”
Abby had always been a bit of an enigma for him. She had been his little puzzle since the day they met in person for the first time. He wouldn’t have her any other way. After all they had stuck by each other through thick and thin over the years. Abby was the emotional one and their boss’ favorite. Which made him the sensible one who rarely let his emotions come into play. He was the federal agent after all.
“Hey McGee, take a look at this! I think it’s a .308.”
“Stop staring at my butt and get me an evidence jar!”
McGee hated that he got caught by her that night. What was worse than being caught by Abby for staring at her and acting like Tony was being busted by Gibbs.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s being alone with you on a rainy night.”
Abby knew she could get away with just about anything with McGee. They were friends. Plus if he had said anything they both knew who she would run to in a heartbeat. So the intervening years from when they had a relationship while Kate was still alive to now things were just pure casual with the slight hint of playing hard to get on both parts. But like any couple, McGee and Abby had their ups and downs. Through it all they both knew that the other really cared.
“Abby, this is not just another random suspect. This guy is very bad news. I something were to happen to you, I’d….”
“You’d what McGee?”
At that point things just snowballed. McGee and Abby were back together. And just like Tony and Ziva, they were hiding their relationship. Gibbs would kill if he found out what was going on. But then again no one was sure what Gibbs would do if he knew what was going on between his younger counterparts. It was better to be safe than sorry.
“Well, it is… sort of.”
“That’s why you wouldn’t turn the lights on. I can’t believe I slept in a coffin.”
“Not just slept.”
Abby had always been a bit of an enigma for him. She had been his little puzzle since the day they met in person for the first time. He wouldn’t have her any other way. After all they had stuck by each other through thick and thin over the years. Abby was the emotional one and their boss’ favorite. Which made him the sensible one who rarely let his emotions come into play. He was the federal agent after all.
“Hey McGee, take a look at this! I think it’s a .308.”
“Stop staring at my butt and get me an evidence jar!”
McGee hated that he got caught by her that night. What was worse than being caught by Abby for staring at her and acting like Tony was being busted by Gibbs.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s being alone with you on a rainy night.”
Abby knew she could get away with just about anything with McGee. They were friends. Plus if he had said anything they both knew who she would run to in a heartbeat. So the intervening years from when they had a relationship while Kate was still alive to now things were just pure casual with the slight hint of playing hard to get on both parts. But like any couple, McGee and Abby had their ups and downs. Through it all they both knew that the other really cared.
“Abby, this is not just another random suspect. This guy is very bad news. I something were to happen to you, I’d….”
“You’d what McGee?”
At that point things just snowballed. McGee and Abby were back together. And just like Tony and Ziva, they were hiding their relationship. Gibbs would kill if he found out what was going on. But then again no one was sure what Gibbs would do if he knew what was going on between his younger counterparts. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
What the Boss Doesn't Know.....
“Having phone sex?”
For the past five years she had done nothing but tease and bait him. Apparently she had learned a few things over the years from he taught or at least he’d like to think that.
“So what do you think?”
“Not bad, I suppose.”
“Not bad she says as she walks in from the outdoor patio, past the fax machine and the mini-bar, complimentary basket of fruit. This is the perfect way to spend a weekend. Come on! Big screen TV! Ooh! Two hundred channels. Look at this. HBO, ESPN, The History Channel. Turner Classic Movies. I take it you’re not interested in the premium channels?”
“There’s only one thing I’m interested in right now.”
She hated it when he was this ignorant. She was tired of the back and forth between them. Ziva had thought that she had made her intentions clear that night in the hotel room. Hell she thought she made her intentions clear when she teased him the day she waited for Jenny to return to building the first time she stepped foot in NCIS.
“Do you think they brought it?
“I did.”
“That’s fairly obvious.”
“For your information that’s my knee.”
“Whatever. You can get off of me now.”
“It’s only been ten minutes. I have a reputation to protect.”
“We’re not even sure if we’re under surveillance yet, Tony.”
“You can’t be too careful when you’re undercover, let’s give it another forty minutes, just to be realistic.”
“Realistic, huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“In that case…”
“I’m right on top.”
“I can live with that.”
“What was that for?”
“Because that was definitely not your knee.”
That night in the hotel room as they pulled a fast past the FBI who they later learned were watching them from a neighboring hotel; had definitely sparked something between the two of them. Something that from that moment the two of them would ignore until now. They had both had enough with seeing the other one with some other man or woman, when they knew they had both known that they wanted to be with each other. Tony was able to deal with Ziva liking Roy, it was just a crush after all.
“Doctor Hass, excuse me. Can I speak to you for a second? I think…. I think I may have been exposed. I don’t know how. And I don’t mean to be an alarmist, but I’ve got that burning sensation, and the headaches and the vomiting, and the whole thing.”
Ziva remembered the moment Tony gave her the small window for her and Roy to escape to the hospital’s open air garden that day. She knew that she owed him for that favor. It wasn't until Tony was minutes away from dying while on the job a third time four years after he helped her out with Roy, that she'd be able to repay him.
“Tony!!!!!!"
"No!!!!!!!!"
”This is nice. I missed the old Ziva."
"I can tell."
"Don't flatter yourself. That's just my knee."
It wasn’t until Tony became involved with Jeanne Benoit that Ziva became jealous. She didn’t like the fact that the Director; who was suppose to be her friend, had sent Tony on an undercover op just for a bit of revenge. Then after the whole Jeanne fiasco and the two of them being there for each other when Jenny died, jealousy reared its ugly head once again; but this time the results weren’t as favorable.
“You jeopardized your entire career, and for what?”
“For you. He was playing you, Ziva.”
It was clear to Ziva that day as they stood outside of Mossad after her father had questioned Tony, that Tony had been a bit jealous of Rivkin.
“Tony, why are you here?”
“Couldn’t live without you I guess.”
The minute Ziva heard Tony utter those words as they along with McGee remained captured by Saleem, Ziva knew one thing. It was in her court to do something about her being with Tony. But before she could two outsiders made that impossible for Tony and Ziva.
Within the next year; Tony would have another girlfriend, a fellow NCIS agent to be exact. Ziva knew that relationship wouldn’t last long, none of Tony’s relationships lasted long. So while he occupied himself with his latest fling, Ziva found herself her very own federal agent. Once again both Ziva and Tony were jealous of each other until the last day of summer.
Tony had broken up with his girlfriend shortly after the team and Gibbs had lost someone they all cared for. And just as Ziva had been there to comfort Tony after Jenny’s death, he had been there for her this time around. That hug in the elevator before their group hug with McGee and Abby along with what they both knew what really happened between them in Paris the year before; neither one of them could deny anything at this point. So with one relationship over and Ziva being as pleased as she could ever be with how things turned out, she made the next move.
Ziva ended things with her federal agent and made her move for the one that sat across from for the past five years. With this new romance, both parties knew that they had to keep this close to the vest.
“We use to have a saying back in Europe. What Gibbs’ doesn’t know….”
“Can’t hurt him.”
“No, can’t hurt us.”
Almost five years later and they both remembered their beloved Director passing on that bit of wisdom to them. Somehow four years ago; Jenny had known that Tony and Ziva were going to close the deal, no matter what Gibbs said or dictated.
When Tony and Ziva were the only ones in the squad room, Ziva made the first move. With one fluid movement, Ziva got up from her desk and walked over to Tony’s. Once she was within inches of his lips, Ziva kissed Tony like she had in the Paris hotel room. Tony got the hint and began debating where it would be better for them to take this to the next level. The squad room and the entire NCIS building had been out of the question. Tony’s was too far away and at the moment he had Kate’s voice in his head reminding him that women like to make love in their own bed.
After Kate’s voice had dissipated; Tony grabbed all of his stuff and all of Ziva’s as he led out of the building to his car. They’d come back later after the sex to pick up her mini cooper. Right now all he wanted was his little Israeli – American, it had been over a year since he had seen her without her clothes on. A whole year that he had to make up for. Tony could tell that Ziva had been thinking the same thing as she undressed before him in her bedroom moments after they had arrived at her apartment.
This time around she knew she had to blow his mind. Ziva had to top what happened in Paris and what happened between them at the Barkley.
Everything was so familiar. Every touch and every kiss was million times better for both of them. This time Tony remembered that Ziva liked to be on top. So underneath her, Tony thrusted into Ziva and made her world spin. The sex continued on for hours and both of them had completely forgotten Ziva’s car at the Navy Yard. All that mattered now was the right now, the sex, being with each other and at some point keeping all of this from the one person they both considered to be second dad and the rest of NCIS. But until then; Tony took pleasure in ravaging Ziva as Ziva took pleasure in making him succumb by any possible means she could.
Later that night as it neared early morning and the sex over with for the time being at least, things became a bit more interesting. Tony always loved watching Ziva, he loved staring at her. Ziva had caught him staring at her butt one time in the squad room and then again when she caught him staring down her shirt as she attempted to diffuse a bomb when they contended that Sharif had planted the second time he showed up.
At one point Ziva got out of bed with Tony watching her slink to the bathroom. Ziva knew he was watching her so she added a bit more exotic swing to her walk just to tease him. There was just something that did made Tony go overboard.
For the past five years she had done nothing but tease and bait him. Apparently she had learned a few things over the years from he taught or at least he’d like to think that.
“So what do you think?”
“Not bad, I suppose.”
“Not bad she says as she walks in from the outdoor patio, past the fax machine and the mini-bar, complimentary basket of fruit. This is the perfect way to spend a weekend. Come on! Big screen TV! Ooh! Two hundred channels. Look at this. HBO, ESPN, The History Channel. Turner Classic Movies. I take it you’re not interested in the premium channels?”
“There’s only one thing I’m interested in right now.”
She hated it when he was this ignorant. She was tired of the back and forth between them. Ziva had thought that she had made her intentions clear that night in the hotel room. Hell she thought she made her intentions clear when she teased him the day she waited for Jenny to return to building the first time she stepped foot in NCIS.
“Do you think they brought it?
“I did.”
“That’s fairly obvious.”
“For your information that’s my knee.”
“Whatever. You can get off of me now.”
“It’s only been ten minutes. I have a reputation to protect.”
“We’re not even sure if we’re under surveillance yet, Tony.”
“You can’t be too careful when you’re undercover, let’s give it another forty minutes, just to be realistic.”
“Realistic, huh?”
“Uh-huh.”
“In that case…”
“I’m right on top.”
“I can live with that.”
“What was that for?”
“Because that was definitely not your knee.”
That night in the hotel room as they pulled a fast past the FBI who they later learned were watching them from a neighboring hotel; had definitely sparked something between the two of them. Something that from that moment the two of them would ignore until now. They had both had enough with seeing the other one with some other man or woman, when they knew they had both known that they wanted to be with each other. Tony was able to deal with Ziva liking Roy, it was just a crush after all.
“Doctor Hass, excuse me. Can I speak to you for a second? I think…. I think I may have been exposed. I don’t know how. And I don’t mean to be an alarmist, but I’ve got that burning sensation, and the headaches and the vomiting, and the whole thing.”
Ziva remembered the moment Tony gave her the small window for her and Roy to escape to the hospital’s open air garden that day. She knew that she owed him for that favor. It wasn't until Tony was minutes away from dying while on the job a third time four years after he helped her out with Roy, that she'd be able to repay him.
“Tony!!!!!!"
"No!!!!!!!!"
”This is nice. I missed the old Ziva."
"I can tell."
"Don't flatter yourself. That's just my knee."
It wasn’t until Tony became involved with Jeanne Benoit that Ziva became jealous. She didn’t like the fact that the Director; who was suppose to be her friend, had sent Tony on an undercover op just for a bit of revenge. Then after the whole Jeanne fiasco and the two of them being there for each other when Jenny died, jealousy reared its ugly head once again; but this time the results weren’t as favorable.
“You jeopardized your entire career, and for what?”
“For you. He was playing you, Ziva.”
It was clear to Ziva that day as they stood outside of Mossad after her father had questioned Tony, that Tony had been a bit jealous of Rivkin.
“Tony, why are you here?”
“Couldn’t live without you I guess.”
The minute Ziva heard Tony utter those words as they along with McGee remained captured by Saleem, Ziva knew one thing. It was in her court to do something about her being with Tony. But before she could two outsiders made that impossible for Tony and Ziva.
Within the next year; Tony would have another girlfriend, a fellow NCIS agent to be exact. Ziva knew that relationship wouldn’t last long, none of Tony’s relationships lasted long. So while he occupied himself with his latest fling, Ziva found herself her very own federal agent. Once again both Ziva and Tony were jealous of each other until the last day of summer.
Tony had broken up with his girlfriend shortly after the team and Gibbs had lost someone they all cared for. And just as Ziva had been there to comfort Tony after Jenny’s death, he had been there for her this time around. That hug in the elevator before their group hug with McGee and Abby along with what they both knew what really happened between them in Paris the year before; neither one of them could deny anything at this point. So with one relationship over and Ziva being as pleased as she could ever be with how things turned out, she made the next move.
Ziva ended things with her federal agent and made her move for the one that sat across from for the past five years. With this new romance, both parties knew that they had to keep this close to the vest.
“We use to have a saying back in Europe. What Gibbs’ doesn’t know….”
“Can’t hurt him.”
“No, can’t hurt us.”
Almost five years later and they both remembered their beloved Director passing on that bit of wisdom to them. Somehow four years ago; Jenny had known that Tony and Ziva were going to close the deal, no matter what Gibbs said or dictated.
When Tony and Ziva were the only ones in the squad room, Ziva made the first move. With one fluid movement, Ziva got up from her desk and walked over to Tony’s. Once she was within inches of his lips, Ziva kissed Tony like she had in the Paris hotel room. Tony got the hint and began debating where it would be better for them to take this to the next level. The squad room and the entire NCIS building had been out of the question. Tony’s was too far away and at the moment he had Kate’s voice in his head reminding him that women like to make love in their own bed.
After Kate’s voice had dissipated; Tony grabbed all of his stuff and all of Ziva’s as he led out of the building to his car. They’d come back later after the sex to pick up her mini cooper. Right now all he wanted was his little Israeli – American, it had been over a year since he had seen her without her clothes on. A whole year that he had to make up for. Tony could tell that Ziva had been thinking the same thing as she undressed before him in her bedroom moments after they had arrived at her apartment.
This time around she knew she had to blow his mind. Ziva had to top what happened in Paris and what happened between them at the Barkley.
Everything was so familiar. Every touch and every kiss was million times better for both of them. This time Tony remembered that Ziva liked to be on top. So underneath her, Tony thrusted into Ziva and made her world spin. The sex continued on for hours and both of them had completely forgotten Ziva’s car at the Navy Yard. All that mattered now was the right now, the sex, being with each other and at some point keeping all of this from the one person they both considered to be second dad and the rest of NCIS. But until then; Tony took pleasure in ravaging Ziva as Ziva took pleasure in making him succumb by any possible means she could.
Later that night as it neared early morning and the sex over with for the time being at least, things became a bit more interesting. Tony always loved watching Ziva, he loved staring at her. Ziva had caught him staring at her butt one time in the squad room and then again when she caught him staring down her shirt as she attempted to diffuse a bomb when they contended that Sharif had planted the second time he showed up.
At one point Ziva got out of bed with Tony watching her slink to the bathroom. Ziva knew he was watching her so she added a bit more exotic swing to her walk just to tease him. There was just something that did made Tony go overboard.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Reunited After Hours
“You have no physical evidence linking Ari to the shootings, no wonder agencies here and abroad have doubts.”
“This bastard already killed one of my people, he’s trying to kill more, and I’ll tell you something else. No suit with a tight sphincter is getting in my way and that includes you, Jen.”
“Special Agent Gibbs. On the job, it’s “Director Shepard” or “Ma’am.”
“Okay, what about off the job?”
“There won’t be any “off the job”, Agent Gibbs.”
“That’s too bad. I missed you, Jen.”
It was the end of the work day; most of the agency had gone home for the night, including Gibbs and his team. Looking back, much to Jenny’s relief her first day as Director of NCIS had gone well with the exception of Jethro trying to get under her skin with his feeble attempt to rekindle their European romance.
“Jethro always did like redheads.”
Jenny had known that last sentence that had came out of her mouth while she discussed Jethro possibly remembering his first wife and daughter in his post coma state had thrown Ducky off course.
“Jethro.”
“Shannon?”
“No, Jethro. It’s me, Jenny, You still don’t remember me?”
Jenny saw Jethro leave her as his eyes turned away. She knew he was remembering their night in the attic of their Parisian apartment; she’d let him have his moment, it was the least she could give him after everything he’d gone through.
“Maybe.”
“I’m Jenny. We were partners.”
“After Shannon died?”
“Yes.”
“Did I marry again?”
“Three times.”
“No way.”
“Afraid so.”
“Oh, you’re an ex-wife?”
“Oh, God no. I’m the Director of NCIS.”
“For a moment I thought you were somebody else.”
“You remembered us making love; didn’t you, Jethro? Least that’s a start.”
Being the last one at the agency always seemed to allow her mind to wonder to the point where she would flashback to various moments between her and Jethro. She was just relieved that neither Jethro nor Tony were around to call her on it.
Out of all the moments with Jethro she had remembered from their op overseas back in 1999 to now, the that one she had always regretted was telling Jethro that there would be no off the job between them. They both knew that she had wanted what he wanted. Which had only been confirmed when she had visited him in his ICU room after his coma and the countless times she had his back.
As she sat at her desk; sipping her bourbon, another lovely Gibbs’ trait she had taken on herself, Jenny realized something.
Even though she had been his boss for the past two and half years she knew that they both considered themselves to still be partners. They had been partners longer than she had been his boss and Jenny knew that they would continue being partners no matter what.
Once Jenny had enough of her bourbon, she had determined that it was time to call it a night. But this time Jenny figured that it was her move to remedy what she had said to Jethro two and half years prior. They still loved each other and always would, plus this time they wouldn’t be tracking down Ari to avenge Kate like they were back then. Jenny knew that if she got the response that she had hoped for from Jethro that she would make him recall why he had a thing for redheads. As she drove the ever familiar route to Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ house something came to mind that made her wonder whatever went on in Jethro’s head.
As Jenny made the turn that she needed to make to get to Jethro’s in her newly acquired Chrysler 300C in silver. This time she definitely wasn’t going to use her car as a barricade between her and a drive by gunmen. She wouldn’t be able to afford a car like this if she had to keep replacing it with her own money. That and she didn’t want to hear Jethro lecture her on his rules nor did she feel like reminding him that she wasn’t a junior agent anymore. Taking the last turn before Jethro’s house, Jenny wondered what had possessed Jethro to step away from his fascination with redheads to involve himself with someone who hadn’t fulfilled that wish of his. She knew he had seen her glare at Hollis when they had first encountered Sharif.
Jenny knew she could never let him see her jealous side ever again. As she drew closer to her destination the thought that she had won out over Hollis in some way with the help of Jethro’s late wife and daughter was a much welcomed blessing in disguise. Unlike Hollis, Jenny felt that there was no need to compete with Shannon; she knew that Shannon would always be Jethro’s first love. Jenny was content with being his second love because she knew that Jethro was able to love both of his redheads.
Jenny let herself in once she got to Jethro’s house. She knew exactly where he would be. In his basement working on his boat. Jethro had always been an easy read. She knew that she didn’t have to say much to Jethro, the little conversation between them with the ever subtle sense of being able to interpret each others’ movements was an art form that Jenny and Jethro danced ever so well.
After she had set her purse down on the empty space on the workbench and set her jacket on top it was time to break some rules. Once Jethro had seen that Jenny had unbuttoned her blouse a bit more than what she had it when he last saw her at the office, he had known where she was going with this. Jethro left the sander sitting on the side of the current boat he was building while Jenny slipped out of her stilettos and carried them in her left hand as she extended her right hand for Jethro to take. Jethro let Jenny lead him to the master bedroom; she knew where it was after all.
Jethro had known that Jenny would change her mind about them. He was quite thrilled that she had changed her mind. Jenny could see that she had made Jethro night, she had gotten a kick out of seeing how wide Jethro’s cobalt blue eyes got when she took her shoes off.
“Get me a gurney.”
"Jethro thinks of me as a wife. He's had three."
As they drew closer to Jethro’s bedroom; Jenny flashbacked to the moment she had been held up by the head nurse at Portsmith Naval Hospital. No one was going to keep her from Jethro, not a head nurse or drug dealer.
Eventually her mind wondered to the brief moment between them that they had together while he was in his coma before she left him. Then before she snapped back to reality another one of Jenny’s doubts reared its head when she recalled the exact second she had said no to Jethro’s doctor from his coma offering to get her a bed so she’d be able to stay at Jethro’s side.
They had finally reached the bedroom, Jethro let Jenny continue leading him to the bed. Once the come hither look came into Jenny’s green eyes told Jethro everything he needed to know. Jenny had undressed before Jethro, which only made his devious smirk come out to play. Jenny lay down on the bed as Jethro stripped down and lowered himself on top of her. The second he had entered her, Jenny’s surroundings had gone topsy-turvy. He always knew how to make her go into a tailspin. The sex had been better than it was in Paris, London and Serbia. Hell it had been better than the few times they had slept together State side. Jenny knew that before long she was going to have to show Jethro that she was better in bed than Hollis was and to remind why she always made him forget the ex-wives in between her and Shannon.
A few moans later, Jenny had succumbed to Jethro and flipped him over to his back. Minutes later Jethro was floored as they both slowly succumbed to being worn out. Before Jethro had fallen asleep with Jenny in his arms; he had gotten her one of his Marine Corps shirts as she subtly pulled out her spare pair of underwear to slip into. Jethro was happy to see that Jenny had kept to her post sex sleep attire she had in years past. For the first time in years both Jenny and Jethro were at peace in their current state. Now they just had to hold on to each other for dear life, but they were use to that considering their chosen careers.
“This bastard already killed one of my people, he’s trying to kill more, and I’ll tell you something else. No suit with a tight sphincter is getting in my way and that includes you, Jen.”
“Special Agent Gibbs. On the job, it’s “Director Shepard” or “Ma’am.”
“Okay, what about off the job?”
“There won’t be any “off the job”, Agent Gibbs.”
“That’s too bad. I missed you, Jen.”
It was the end of the work day; most of the agency had gone home for the night, including Gibbs and his team. Looking back, much to Jenny’s relief her first day as Director of NCIS had gone well with the exception of Jethro trying to get under her skin with his feeble attempt to rekindle their European romance.
“Jethro always did like redheads.”
Jenny had known that last sentence that had came out of her mouth while she discussed Jethro possibly remembering his first wife and daughter in his post coma state had thrown Ducky off course.
“Jethro.”
“Shannon?”
“No, Jethro. It’s me, Jenny, You still don’t remember me?”
Jenny saw Jethro leave her as his eyes turned away. She knew he was remembering their night in the attic of their Parisian apartment; she’d let him have his moment, it was the least she could give him after everything he’d gone through.
“Maybe.”
“I’m Jenny. We were partners.”
“After Shannon died?”
“Yes.”
“Did I marry again?”
“Three times.”
“No way.”
“Afraid so.”
“Oh, you’re an ex-wife?”
“Oh, God no. I’m the Director of NCIS.”
“For a moment I thought you were somebody else.”
“You remembered us making love; didn’t you, Jethro? Least that’s a start.”
Being the last one at the agency always seemed to allow her mind to wonder to the point where she would flashback to various moments between her and Jethro. She was just relieved that neither Jethro nor Tony were around to call her on it.
Out of all the moments with Jethro she had remembered from their op overseas back in 1999 to now, the that one she had always regretted was telling Jethro that there would be no off the job between them. They both knew that she had wanted what he wanted. Which had only been confirmed when she had visited him in his ICU room after his coma and the countless times she had his back.
As she sat at her desk; sipping her bourbon, another lovely Gibbs’ trait she had taken on herself, Jenny realized something.
Even though she had been his boss for the past two and half years she knew that they both considered themselves to still be partners. They had been partners longer than she had been his boss and Jenny knew that they would continue being partners no matter what.
Once Jenny had enough of her bourbon, she had determined that it was time to call it a night. But this time Jenny figured that it was her move to remedy what she had said to Jethro two and half years prior. They still loved each other and always would, plus this time they wouldn’t be tracking down Ari to avenge Kate like they were back then. Jenny knew that if she got the response that she had hoped for from Jethro that she would make him recall why he had a thing for redheads. As she drove the ever familiar route to Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ house something came to mind that made her wonder whatever went on in Jethro’s head.
As Jenny made the turn that she needed to make to get to Jethro’s in her newly acquired Chrysler 300C in silver. This time she definitely wasn’t going to use her car as a barricade between her and a drive by gunmen. She wouldn’t be able to afford a car like this if she had to keep replacing it with her own money. That and she didn’t want to hear Jethro lecture her on his rules nor did she feel like reminding him that she wasn’t a junior agent anymore. Taking the last turn before Jethro’s house, Jenny wondered what had possessed Jethro to step away from his fascination with redheads to involve himself with someone who hadn’t fulfilled that wish of his. She knew he had seen her glare at Hollis when they had first encountered Sharif.
Jenny knew she could never let him see her jealous side ever again. As she drew closer to her destination the thought that she had won out over Hollis in some way with the help of Jethro’s late wife and daughter was a much welcomed blessing in disguise. Unlike Hollis, Jenny felt that there was no need to compete with Shannon; she knew that Shannon would always be Jethro’s first love. Jenny was content with being his second love because she knew that Jethro was able to love both of his redheads.
Jenny let herself in once she got to Jethro’s house. She knew exactly where he would be. In his basement working on his boat. Jethro had always been an easy read. She knew that she didn’t have to say much to Jethro, the little conversation between them with the ever subtle sense of being able to interpret each others’ movements was an art form that Jenny and Jethro danced ever so well.
After she had set her purse down on the empty space on the workbench and set her jacket on top it was time to break some rules. Once Jethro had seen that Jenny had unbuttoned her blouse a bit more than what she had it when he last saw her at the office, he had known where she was going with this. Jethro left the sander sitting on the side of the current boat he was building while Jenny slipped out of her stilettos and carried them in her left hand as she extended her right hand for Jethro to take. Jethro let Jenny lead him to the master bedroom; she knew where it was after all.
Jethro had known that Jenny would change her mind about them. He was quite thrilled that she had changed her mind. Jenny could see that she had made Jethro night, she had gotten a kick out of seeing how wide Jethro’s cobalt blue eyes got when she took her shoes off.
“Get me a gurney.”
"Jethro thinks of me as a wife. He's had three."
As they drew closer to Jethro’s bedroom; Jenny flashbacked to the moment she had been held up by the head nurse at Portsmith Naval Hospital. No one was going to keep her from Jethro, not a head nurse or drug dealer.
Eventually her mind wondered to the brief moment between them that they had together while he was in his coma before she left him. Then before she snapped back to reality another one of Jenny’s doubts reared its head when she recalled the exact second she had said no to Jethro’s doctor from his coma offering to get her a bed so she’d be able to stay at Jethro’s side.
They had finally reached the bedroom, Jethro let Jenny continue leading him to the bed. Once the come hither look came into Jenny’s green eyes told Jethro everything he needed to know. Jenny had undressed before Jethro, which only made his devious smirk come out to play. Jenny lay down on the bed as Jethro stripped down and lowered himself on top of her. The second he had entered her, Jenny’s surroundings had gone topsy-turvy. He always knew how to make her go into a tailspin. The sex had been better than it was in Paris, London and Serbia. Hell it had been better than the few times they had slept together State side. Jenny knew that before long she was going to have to show Jethro that she was better in bed than Hollis was and to remind why she always made him forget the ex-wives in between her and Shannon.
A few moans later, Jenny had succumbed to Jethro and flipped him over to his back. Minutes later Jethro was floored as they both slowly succumbed to being worn out. Before Jethro had fallen asleep with Jenny in his arms; he had gotten her one of his Marine Corps shirts as she subtly pulled out her spare pair of underwear to slip into. Jethro was happy to see that Jenny had kept to her post sex sleep attire she had in years past. For the first time in years both Jenny and Jethro were at peace in their current state. Now they just had to hold on to each other for dear life, but they were use to that considering their chosen careers.
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