A/N: Ok, so I came across this website called Plot Generator (I do not own it), and decided to see what it could come up with. All you do is enter the characters' names, the setting and stuff like that. These are the exact words, so yes, I know there are typos.
Jimmy Palmer was thinking about Jenny Shepard again. Jenny was a smart ogre with spiky ears and spiky tongue.
Jimmy walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always loved orange NCIS HQ with its dark, defeated desks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Jenny Shepard.
Jimmy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, vile, milk drinker with spiky ears and greasy tongue. His friends saw him as a wasteful, wicked write. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a sneezing murder victim.
But not even a cowardly person who had once made a cup of tea for a sneezing murder victim, was prepared for what Jenny had in store today.
The moon shone like jumping toads, making Jimmy unstable. Jimmy grabbed a crumpled kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Jimmy stepped outside and Jenny came closer, he could see the good glint in her eye.
Jenny gazed with the affection of 2428 ruthless faithful foxes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want respect."
Jimmy looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the crumpled kettle. "Jenny, what's up Director," he replied.
They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two greasy, grated guppies rampaging at a very cute wake, which had romantic soundtrack music playing in the background and two stable uncles boating to the beat.
Jimmy regarded Jenny's spiky ears and spiky tongue. "I feel the same way!" revealed Jimmy with a delighted grin.
Jenny looked anxious, her emotions blushing like a good, grisly gun.
Then Jenny came inside for a nice drink of milk.
THE END