A/N: I had this completely different idea, for a completely different story but then I figured this was a LOT better. So please please review because I am curious whether to leave it as it is or add more.

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Psychiatry at its simplest form

Leroy Jethro Gibbs barged into her office. She was sitting at her old brown wooden desk, trying to not let Gibbs consume all her thoughts. "Ever thought of knocking?" she declared sarcastically, lifting her eyes from her work just briefly.

"Nah, you would be suspicious," he answered, as she rolled her eyes in defeat.

"Any reason why I am gifted with your presence, Special Agent Gibbs?" she asked smugly.

"Yes here," he said handing her a meaningless folder. She flicked through it. It was just a routine case report, nothing special.

"Ah, how nice of you to make up an excuse to see me," she smiled, flicking her hair and battering her eyelashes.

"It's not an excuse," he declared, giving his usual Gibbs stare, and dumping himself on her couch.

"Really, Then tell me, since when have you been so interested in..." she mocked, quickly flicking through the case file in her hands. "Dr Palmer's Autopsy report?" she added with surprise that he had chosen him, of all people, to steal a report off.

Gibbs just shrugged. "It was a good read," he stated lying himself down on her couch, and kicking his feet up. Jenny laughed and shook her head; filing the meaningless report in a stack of papers.

"But yet you're still here after that important delivery?" she mocked, standing up to reveal her white turtle neck jumper and fitted jeans. A tad too casual for a Director. Jenny grabbed her seat and wheeled it next to the couch. "So Jethro, since when have I become your psychiatrist?" she asked innocently, fluttering her eyes once again.

Gibbs was lying on her couch staring at the sealing and looking content in his own thought. He continued to look up at the sealing but chuckled slightly at her comment. "Tell me about you're problems?" Jenny mused, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in her chair.

"I only have one," Gibbs and answered abruptly, moving himself so that he was sitting instead of lying on her couch. He was wearing a blue cotton, button up T-Shirt and black pants. It was a tad too formal for Gibbs.

"Really, just one?" she asked puzzledly. She new Gibbs, better then she knew herself half the time, and he had more problems than she had shoes.

"Just one that can be solved," he shrugged staring at her.

"Well, please don't keep me in suspense," she joked. It may have seemed mean but she knew Gibbs and he didn't like feeling sorry for himself, nor did he like to think about his problems that couldn't be solved.

"You," he said, leaning back into the couch. Jenny's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment she looked almost scared, but those moment were short lived, and she quickly put her Director facade mask back on.

"How honored I am to be one of your problems," She clicked emotionlessly, letting her eyes flicker back to her desk.

"Well it's not you exactly," he said, Jenny's eyes widening in curiosity as he spoke, "it's the working for you thing."

"Am I not a good enough Director for you?" Jenny asked abruptly, ready and willing to start one of their usual arguments.

"You already know you're the best Director we've ever had," he said, trying incredibly hard not to have one of their usual arguments. Jenny blushed slightly at his comments. He was right she was an incredible Director.

"So, out of shier curiosity, what part of working for me is your problem?" she asked, cupping her head in her hands, and yet again flattering her eyelashes.

"The lack of an 'off the job' part." he said, leaning closer to face.

Jenny rolled her eyes in pure amusement. "If you're really worked up about it, I'll except a date," she said casually. Gibbs looked at her, and chuckled to himself and shaking his head. "What?" she asked, defensively leaning back.

"Remind me to never doubt your psychology skills again," he grinned. Jenny smiled at herself proudly.

She held out her hand and led him out of her office. "Happy to help," she giggled.


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