The Little Things Give You Away

Summary: Jenny/Gibbs. It's the year 1999 and Agent Jennifer Shepard is in for the ride of her life when she and Agent Jethro Gibbs are paired up on an undercover operation in Paris. AU. Jibbs.

Some of you may be familiar with my Tate fic which is also an undercover story but based on the episode Under Covers. If you are, I'd like to assure that this fic does actually have something resembling a plot but of course there's a whole load of fluff and UST thrown in for good measure! Also this fic in one-hundred percent AU, I've always wanted to know exactly want went on between the two of them in the Paris so I thought I'd make up my own version!

This fic is dedicated to my TV buddy Bex! She's away on holiday at the moment but expects 3 chapters up by the time she comes back! Lol! xXx.

Please review! xxx.

Chapter 1: City of Love

"Agent Jennifer Shepard." Her Director Isaac Hayes introduced. "This is ex-Marine Special Agent Leroy Gibbs of NCIS Virginia."

"Pleased to meet you." Jenny smiled politely, offering her hand to the handsome agent who stood opposite her.

Gibbs smiled. "And you. But please, call me Jethro."

There was a devilish glint in his eye and Jenny felt herself becoming attracted to him already.

"I prefer Jenny, not Jen though."

Gibbs smirked. "Jen, it is."

If it had been anybody else Jenny would have slapped them by now but she didn't really mind Gibbs using the nickname she had hated since her teenage years.

"Now that the pleasantries are over…" Hayes interrupted causing Jenny and Gibbs to break eye contact and concentrate on the Director. "Let's get down to business."

Jenny and Gibbs stood either side of Director Hayes and studied the reams of paper on the desk before them. The task looked daunting already and they hadn't even begun the operation.

"You know what they say about Paris, don't you?" Jethro Gibbs asked later as they arrived at Dulles airport.

Jenny rolled her eyes. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."

Gibbs pretended to be shocked. "You call yourself a Special Agent yet you don't know important details like that?"

Jenny glared at him as they waited at the terminal.

"It's the city of love, Jen." Gibbs smirked but Jenny ignored him, pulling a paperback novel from her hand luggage. "Stephen King eh? Didn't take you for a horror fan." He said after a few minutes of silence had passed.

Jenny looked up from her book, marking the page with her finger.

"Oh, and you've known me all of, what, three hours?" She said, a hint of her annoyance in her voice. Gibbs clearly picked up on it, as he stayed quiet until their flight was called.

"19:33 to Paris now boarding." The tannoy announced and Jenny put her book away, following Gibbs through to their boarding gate.

"Oh look, isn't that nice, they've booked us seats next to each other." Gibbs smirked, taking Jenny's luggage from her and stowing it above their heads along with his own bag.

"Very thoughtful." She agreed sarcastically, Gibbs smiled; he liked her sense of humour already.

"So are you excited about this operation?" He asked.

Jenny nodded, letting her enthusiasm for her job shine through. At this point in her career she had no desire for a job like Isaac Hayes', right now she was enjoying being a field agent.

"I think it'll be a great challenge." She said. "And it will be good to work with someone different." She added, colour rising to her cheeks as the words came out.

Gibbs smiled.

"Could be worse though." Jenny continued. "We could have had to go undercover as a married couple!" Gibbs laughed at this but his humour was short lived. The plane began to taxi around the runway, preparing for take off. Suddenly, Jenny was gripping the armrests for dear life, her face pale and strained.

"Are you okay?" Gibbs asked, his words reflecting real concern.

Jenny managed to nod and took a shaky breath. "I've always hated flying. I'm okay once we get going but it's the taking off and the landing that I can't stand."

Gibbs placed his hand over her's and squeezed it gently.

"You'll be okay, it will be over soon." He said, his words more comforting to her than any that ever came from an airhostess.

Nearly nine hours later the airhostess announced:

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing in Paris in approximately fifteen minutes."

The two agents shared a look as they fastened their seatbelts. Jenny took a deep breath and gritted her teeth while Gibbs took her hand in his again, stroking her palm with his thumb. It certainly took her mind off her fear. It was a relief to Jenny when the plane landed on the runway in more ways than one. Gibbs passed Jenny her hand luggage and they made their way into the airport to collect their luggage. Finally they were both reunited with their suitcases and made their way through customs; showing their NCIS badges.

"Do you want to grab a coffee and something to eat here or do you want to get back to the hotel?" Gibbs asked.

Jenny yawned. "I think I'd like to check in at the hotel to be honest."

Gibbs smiled. "Hotel it is then."

They exited the airport and headed for the taxi rank. Gibbs let Jenny slide in first then he joined her on the backseat.

"Hotel LaManche s'il vous plait." Gibbs asked and the taxi sped away.

When they arrived at the hotel just off the outskirts of Paris, Gibbs turned to Jenny.

"Jen, do you mind checking us in?" He asked. "I don't think my French stretches that far!"

Jenny smiled and headed to the reception desk, after a few minutes of conversing in French that Gibbs didn't understand Jenny beckoned to him to follow her and the receptionist upstairs.

"Room 54." The receptionist announced in heavily accented English.

"Merci." Jenny replied, taking the key from him and unlocked the door. Gibbs followed her inside. When they had studied the room for a moment Jenny and Gibbs shared a horrified glance until Gibbs' face broke out into a grin.

"Gotta love the French."

Haha, another thing I forgot to mention: my French has much to be desired, it's been 3 years! So please forgive any linguistic mistakes! Xx