AN - A little something I wrote to amuse myself and Maddy, my muse had been a bit off lately.

The original aim of this was just pure humour and grin worthy but I have now decided that this is going to be a set series of ongoing one-shots set back in the day. Jenny as a probie, getting revenge on the boss.

This is take one; Cold Revenge...
Summary In the middle of winter, Probie Jenny is not happy with her boss at all so she decides that he needs to be punished in one way or the other. Just what will she do to get back at him? Short and Cheeky (Isn't it always?) - Warning for swearing and of course sexual references.

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I'd never been sentimental when it came to this sort of thing. Lie

I never remembered what any of the faces looked like. Lie

And I didn't care. Lie

This was always the hardest part, telling the families that someone had been taken from them, that they were gone, end of story.

I remembered every single time that I had to do this, and the boss always made me do it alone. Bastard.

I knew that I tendered to have a cynical approach to this particular 'job' but who would enjoy it?

It was darn right horrible, and there was always the countless times that I'd been told not to attach myself to a certain case, but it was kind of hard not to, I was way too sympathetic at times, just wanting to help.

I couldn't believe I was here by myself, in the middle of winter no less, freezing my ass off on a stranger's front porch.

No one in their right frame of mind would go out in a time like this, well, all the people that weren't stupid that is.

"Fucking hell, Gibbs, I'm going to kick your sorry ass for making mine freeze." I muttered as I rubbed my hands together, desperately seeking some form of warmth.

I rang the doorbell and secretly hoped that no one would be home or that they'd be asleep, a minute went by and there was no answer. I felt an overwhelming amount of triumph, at least I'd get the weekend off now, but as I looked through the white lace curtains, I noticed a figure slumped on the ground with a knife stuck in his back.

The feeling of triumph disappeared instantly and my mood dropped by a thousand.

You have to be freaking kidding me, the one weekend I want off and now we have a homicide. I don't even have my gun with me.

I wanted to scream like a four year old, this was ridiculous, but at least on the upside of things I could corner Gibbs and forever tease him of his sex life with Diane, or, that is, lack thereof.

Maybe the coldness wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

I couldn't help but smile.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you have no idea what I'm planning.

"This had better be good or else." He answered angrily his cell phone

"Oh, relax, cowboy. It's me." I said with a cheeky undertone, I simply couldn't resist, I could only imagine what his facial expression would be, unfortunately, I couldn't see, all I could see was his bare back.

"What do you want, Shepard?" he barked, clearly annoyed, I could tell that I'd interrupted some sexual activity, but I highly doubted that they'd even started, If I was Gibbs, I'd be running in the other direction of Dianne.

"Well, now that you ask, Jethro..." I said seductively, trying to stir up what he was probably already feeling

Men, you could get them in the palm of your hand so easily. Besides, it wasn't as if most men thought with their head anyways.

"Get to the point before I end this phone call." He said in almost a whine

"Fine, but don't get your boxers in a twist, even though we both know you're not wearing any." My mouth did all the work for me; I didn't even have to think before the words spilled out. All I knew was that I wanted revenge and I sure as hell was going to get it.

All I had to do was look through the window, my golden window of opportunity.

"Shepard." He warned me, he walked away from the window.

Always the one to ruin the fun, Jethro, I thought, back to work.

"Our dead marine's next of kin is on the living room couch with a knife hanging out of his back so get your ass here now." I explained, deciding not to add the fact that he should put clothes on, his mind was all too easy to read, I had it down to an art now.

"Can't you take care of it?" he asked her, frustrated

"Well, no actually I can't." I said with attitude, what the heck did he expect? All I was wearing was a full length coat and boots.

"Why the hell not?" he fumed

"Unlike you, I have a life..." I trailed off, just wanting to know his reaction

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said, almost hanging up the phone

"Don't bother, I'm outside," I stated before continuing trying to hold in a laugh, "Oh, and by the way, I'd suggest buying some curtains."

There was a couple of seconds of silence before the call ended.

That was satisfying, I thought to myself, but just you wait, Jethro, that was nothing compared to what I have in store for you.

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