“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.
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