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Rating: T (for one bad word)

A/N: This is a piece that (sort of) accompanies my fic To Know Her is to Love Her but it's not necessary that you read that before you read this – they don't follow the same cannon, they're just of the same sentiment. Hope people enjoy this – I can't believe I'm writing Jibbs fic when I should be doing university work…I must be nuts.

Jenny hung up the phone in her office and sat back in her chair. That was all the arrangements made, now all she had to do was persuade Gibbs to attend. Not the easiest of tasks but Jenny was sure she'd be able to get him there. He hadn't been himself all day; quiet and she'd heard from reliable sources that he hadn't once head-slapped DiNozzo so she hoped that she would be able to cheer him up.

She quickly changed out of her work suit and into more comfortable jeans and an olive green cashmere sweater that she knew set off the green in her eyes. Most nights she would gather up as many files as she could carry and take them home with her but work was not on the agenda this evening so instead she simply picked up her purse and headed out the door. She'd send Cynthia home an hour before and so the outer office was quiet save for the dull hum of the desk lamp. Jenny switched it off as she passed and made her way out onto the catwalk that overlooked the squad room.

Her eyes, as usual, focused on the team seated in the centre of the room. Jenny wondered what the office would be like without them and she found it impossible to even imagine it. They were such an integral part of the agency. Of course there was Gibbs, with whom she shared a past and, as of six months ago, a future too it seemed. Then there was Ziva, her friend and colleague from numerous missions overseas. It was understandable that she would feel an affiliation with the team because of her relationship with both Ziva and Gibbs but Jenny had quickly grown attached to DiNozzo and McGee. Eager to please, McGee was obviously intelligent and talented and Jenny found that his youthful enthusiasm, coupled with his naiveté, brought a fresh approach to the team.

Tony was the complete opposite of Tim, however, behind the humour and the vain façade, Jenny knew he was an extremely competent agent and a gifted investigator who would do anything for his team, especially his boss. In fact, it had been during a conversation with DiNozzo the week before that Jenny had come up with the idea for this evening.

She continued to watch them for a few more minutes. Tony was tossing paper airplanes at McGee's head. The younger agent had long given up trying to dodge the assault and instead had angled his body away from the missiles and was continuing to work at his computer. Ziva was on the telephone, doodling on a piece of paper while she rolled her eyes in Tony's direction.

Jenny's gaze settled on Gibbs and she let out a soft sigh. He was staring at his computer, seemingly reading the screen. However, Jenny could tell from the expression on his face that he was a million miles away. She descended the stairs and inspite of herself, she let out a small giggle as she saw Tony nearly fall over himself in an attempt to hide the fact he'd been slacking. As Tony fingers flew furiously across the keyboard, Jenny bent down and picked up a stray airplane that had completely missed its target. She straightened up and held out the folded piece of paper to him.

"I think you need to put a deeper crease in the left wing," Jenny said with a grin as Tony took the proffered plane and muttered his embarrassed thanks.

She moved to stand before Gibbs' desk and cleared her throat. He looked up and blinked a couple of times before meeting her gaze. He looks tired, she thought.

"Relaxing the dress code, Director?" he commented, taking in her casual appearance.

"Not exactly, Agent Gibbs. We're going out,"

"We are?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"We all are. Team night out," Jenny declared. She could see out of the corner of her eye that the rest of the team was beginning to pack up for the night, all of them well aware of the night's agenda.

"Count me out, Jen. I'm not really in the mood," he said, turning his attention back to his computer screen.

"All the more reason for you to come out and enjoy yourself,"

"Seriously, Jen, it's not been a good day. I'm really not…"

"Don't make me pull rank, Jethro," she interrupted, leaning her hands on his desk. He caught her eye and she cocked her head slightly, silently daring him to argue with her. As much as he wasn't in the mood to go out, he was even less in the mood to get into a pissing match. He let out a loud sigh and switched off his computer.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Jenny said with a smile. It hadn't been that difficult after all.

A/N: Well what did you think? Anyone want to read the second part? If people want to send me reviews then I might be inspired to get the next part out this evening, otherwise I'm not sure when it will be ;)