A/N: This is a cute little funny fic. Some quotes are used directly from the episode 'Swan Song.' But, this is very AU. Mike wouldn't have died in that episode, and Jenny is still the director of NCIS. But Mike and Jenny still had their talk in the diner.
"I've always tried to make sure that wherever I live, the longer I live there - the spaces become filled with memories - of naked women.!" Mike Franks hollered, his voice echoing through Gibbs's basement. She heard the two men laugh and laugh, and the clink of the Mason jars.
"To more good memories!" Was their toast.
Slowly, Jenny descended the wooden staircase, her heels clicking on each step. She applauded sarcastically.
"And what would this conversation be about?" Jenny laughed. Mike looked up at the redhead.
"Di-rector Shepard," he greeted. Gibbs made no indication that he even saw her. "What're you doing here this late at night?"
"Just stopped by to see Jethro," she said.
"Jethro," Mike scoffed. "How're you and Jethro doin'?"
"Just fine thank you." Jenny replied.
"Aren't ya gonna say anything to the pretty lady on the stairs, Jethro?" Mike snorted.
"Hey Jen." Gibbs said to humor him. He pushed his jar of bourbon closer to the end of the table, showing that it was now for Jenny. She smirked slightly at his gesture, and accepted it.
"Never answered my question, boss lady," Mike rasped.
"Business," Jenny retorted simply.
"Business!" laughed Mike. He knew about her feelings for the silver-haired fox.
"Business." The redhead repeated. Mike grinned, and pulled out a case of cigarettes from his pocket. He coughed, and stuck one in his mouth. He reached for matches, but was obstructed by Jenny's lighter.
"Mike," Gibbs reprimanded.
"Prob'ly not a good idea to smoke down here," muttered Mike with a smile. Jenny reached for a cigarette from his case, to the men's surprise.
"The lady smokes…"
"Jen…" Gibbs said, the same chastising he gave to Mike. But he knew Mike could handle the smoke. Gibbs shook his head and lit Jenny's cigarette. She sat on the table in-between him and Mike, wearing a short dress. Her red curls spilled over her back, occasionally dangling in Gibbs's own face. Intentionally.
Minutes went by before Mike stood up. He coughed.
"Better leave you two alone," Mike hinted. Standing up, he clapped Gibbs on the back. "Be careful with this one."
The two weren't pulling the wool over anyone's eyes. Mike knew they were together.
"I'll leave ya alone to watch….Sleepless in Seattle," Mike said, horrified. He held up the DVD for the mentioned movie, and Jenny's eyes widened. She grabbed her bag, only to find something missing.
"How did you get that out of my bag…?" Jenny wondered. "You know what, never mind." Jenny shook her head. Mike tilted his head back and laughed.
"Good luck, Probie."
"Jenny?" Gibbs asked. They sat on his couch, drinking bourbon and talking.
"Hmm?" she replied.
"We…we weren't really going to watch this, were we?" Gibbs held up the disc of Sleepless in Seattle. Jenny choked on her drink, laughing.
"What's wrong with it?" she defended. Gibbs stood up. "Jethro!" He walked towards the fireplace…and tossed the DVD into the open flame.
"Jethro!" yelled Jenny. He looked at her with his signature grin.
"Now we can't watch the movie." Gibbs said. Jenny folded her arms and glared at him in mock annoyance. He reached over and kissed her on the lips. She unfolded her arms. When they broke apart, he looked at her.
"Bourbon and smoke."