"Give me a tough question."
He could see that look in her eyes. It was the look he saw many times in Paris. It was the look that said the playful Jenny wanted to come out. He thought back to their conversation on the stairs at NCIS. The conversation that she said they would continue in private. He knew what she said. There would be no off the job but he heard the pain in her voice when she told him not to make things more difficult. He knew that she wanted it to be more. He could read that in her body language and her eyes. He saw her right eye twitch when she said there would be no off the job and knew she was lying. He had said that it wouldn't happen again, that he wouldn't bring it up again but damn it he meant what he said when he told her he missed her. She had been on his mind a lot after she left him in Pairs. Now here she was standing in front of him. He knew that if there was a chance in hell for one more chance, he was going to have to make the first move and make it quick before she walked out of his basement. "Are you sure?"
Jenny turned back and looked at him with questions in her eyes. "What?"
"You asked me to give you a tough question. My question is… Are… You… Sure?"
Jenny started back down the stairs. "Am I sure about what?"
He knew he had her. "You figure it out. You are the director after all."
"If it has anything to do with doubting you my answer is, no I do not doubt you Jethro. I know to trust your gut. I know you have a bad feeling about Ari, I do too but the fact remains that I need for you to have proof before you take him down. If you don't we can mess up all of our relationships with the other agencies."
"That's not what I was asking about. I know you didn't doubt me and I know when the time comes you are on my side. You always have been Jenny."
That damn smirk. Why did he have to look at her like that? That look always made her go weak. And the way he said her name. He is the only man she has ever known that made her name sound so seductive. It made her furious that he could still make her feel so aroused. "Then what is it Jethro?" He continued just looking at her. "You really are an arrogant bastard. Do you know how infuriating you are? I'm not a mind reader Jethro."
He had done it. He had pissed her off. This was one of the ways he loved to see her. When she got mad it made her eyes glow. The only other time he saw her eyes look like that was in the bedroom, when she was under him, screaming out his name. Those thoughts made him want to throw her against the wall and make her look at him like that again, scream his name. "A good agent would have already figured it out."
"I'm not an agent anymore, I'm the director." She pointed her finger right in his face. "Now not everyone is like the almighty great and powerful special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Normal people are not able to just look at another human being and tell what they are thinking. We mere mortals need help, so why don't you just spell it out for me!"
"Are you sure that there will be no off the job?"
Jenny rolled her eyes. "Jethro we discussed that."
"No you discussed it, I'm still thinking about it. You said there would be no off the job, I told you that was too bad because I missed you. You said we would talk about this later. It's later and I want to talk about it."
"I have already said everything that I need to say on this topic, Agent Gibbs. I'm positive there will be no off the job."
He saw her right eye twitch again. "You're a liar."
"Excuse me!"
"You are lying. I can see it in your eyes. Your right eye still twitches when you lie. Why are you lying to me Jenny?" He watches as she turns to walk away from him. "I don't think so Jen." He reaches out and grabs her arm, pulling her towards him so she has to face him. "You are not going to run out on me again. We are going to talk about this. You are going to look me dead in the eyes and tell me that you don't want there to be an off the job." He watches her as she tries to speak but no words come out. "You can't do it can you. You can't look me in the eyes and lie to me. Admit it Jen. Tell me what you want."
She looks him dead in the eyes. "You're right. I do still want you. But we can't do this Jethro." She takes his moment of shock as a chance to pull out of his arms and turn her back to him. She can't stand to look at him while she hurts him all over again. "We can't be together. It isn't right."
"Why the hell isn't it?"
"Because I'm your boss Jethro."
"You really are a hypocrite."
She spun around and looked right at him. "What!"
"You are a hypocrite. Here you are saying we can't be together. That it would be wrong and the only reason you can give me is that you are my boss. You certainly didn't think about job titles when you were under me in Paris."
"There is a big difference between director/agent and lead investigator/probie. I'm your boss. "
"And I was your boss."
She heard that tone in his voice. That was the tone she had heard a lot as a beginning agent. It was the tone he used when he was making a point, especially when he thought he was right. It dawned on her what this argument was really about. "That is really what all this is about. You can't stand that I'm the director."
"I just don't understand why the hell you would give up being an agent. You were damn good at it. The best I ever trained."
"And now I'm your boss and you can't stand the fact that the probie agent that you bossed around is now able to boss you around."
"No Jen what I can't stand is that the woman I worked with for years is able to stand in front of me and act like nothing happened between us."
"I'm not acting like nothing happened, Jethro. I'm protecting my job. I worked damn hard to get to where I am."
"Yeah and stepped on a lot of people to get here, including me." He watched as she down casted her eyes. He could see the pain and guilt written in them and knew that his comment had hurt her but he couldn't stop. He vowed to himself six years ago that if he was ever given the chance to confront her about what had happened, he would. "What happened to us Jenny? I thought everything was ok. I thought we were going back to Washington together and find a way to make everything work out."
"Jethro…I wanted…"
"I thought you wanted to be with me. I thought we had a plan. I thought our plan was to come back to Washington and be together but I was wrong. I was right about one thing though, we both did have a plan, just different plans. You see my plan involved you staying on that plane. I was planning to ask you to move in with me and then marry you. I planned to spend the rest of my life with you. I thought that was your plan to but I guess I didn't fit into you five point plan."
"That's not fair."
By now every feeling he had when she left him in Paris came flooding back. "You want to talk about things that are not fair. How fair was it to leave me in Paris when I thought you were coming back with me. You got on the plane with me and while I went to talk with the pilot you walked off that plane, leaving me with nothing but the coat I bought you with a Dear John letter in the pocket. You didn't explain anything to me and now here you are standing in front of me as the director. Guess I was nothing more than someone that you were willing to use to climb your way up the NCIS ladder."
She glared at him in a way to let him know that he had royally messed up. She was pissed off. She knew that she hurt him but that didn't give him the right to talk to her like that. Before she even realized what she was doing her hand connected with his face in a slap that she knew had to sting and the truth of the matter is she didn't care if it did hurt him. Honestly she hoped it hurt like hell. "You have no right to talk to me like that. I have worked ten times harder than any man to get in the position I'm in now. I have never used sex to get anything I have ever wanted. I worked my ass off and you know it. If I came back to the states I would have stayed a probie agent on the Leroy Jethro Gibbs team with people talking behind my back that the only reason you kept me around was because I was sleeping with you. Morrow offered me a chance, my own team and I knew that if I wanted to go far I had to take it. I was offered that job because I was a damn good agent, not because I was willing to fuck anyone. And as far as my feelings in Paris, you have no idea what you are talking about. You have no idea how hard it was for me to get off that plane but I had to. I had to do what was best for me and I still do."
He looked in her eyes and saw the fire in them that always turned him on. He knew if he pushed her far enough one of two things would happen. She would either kill him or have sex with him right there in his basement and he truly hoped it was the second choice. "I've missed that look."
"You arrogant bastard."
This time he knew what to expect. He saw her hand rise to slap him and grabbed her wrist in mid air to stop her. He used this as the perfect opportunity to pull her close to him. He knew it was now or never and captured her lips with his. It wasn't soft or gentle. It was six years worth of anger, longing, and lust. He pressed his lips against hers hard and at first he felt her resisting but there was no way he was going to give up. He knew her. He knew that she acted this way when she was angry but she always gave in. He smirked against her lips when he felt her relax in his arms. He felt her deepen the kiss and run her tongue against his bottom lip, trying to kiss him the way she has always loved to. The truth of the matter is that he loved kissing her this way as well. It allowed him to taste her. He opened his mouth slightly, allowing her to enter and their tongues began the dance of dominance that they always did. He moved his hands up her arms to the collar of her jacket and pushed it off her body. When the need for oxygen became apparent, he broke off the deep kiss but was unwilling to lose any contact with her body. He trailed his lips up her jaw line to her ear and started nibbling on it just the way he knew she liked. He then pulled back slightly and whispered in her ear. "I want you Jen."
The way he was doing her was driving her completely insane. Her head was telling her to stop him, that this could ruin her job but her heart was telling her head to shut up and enjoy. He knew just the way to touch her to make her go weak at the knees. It wasn't helping maters that he started back to nibbling on her ear after his sensual whisper in her ear. It was at that moment that her heart won out. She pulled his face back to hers so their lips would meet again in a heated kiss. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed his sports coat off. Then she started working on the buttons of his shirt. After unbuttoning each one, she pushed it off his body. She couldn't wait to touch his skin, to feel him again after all these years. She trailed her nails down his chest to where his shirt was tucked into his pants and quickly pulled his shirt up. She pulled back slightly and took his shirt completely off him. This allowed her the chance to stare at his perfectly fit chest that has not changed in the six years they were apart. She involuntarily licked her bottom lip and attacked his neck with kisses she knew drove him crazy. She heard him moan slightly when she kissed him on the chest right below his shoulder blade and moved back up his body to his mouth. There she gave him a slow, sensual kiss and gently nipped his bottom lip with her teeth.
This completely broke him. He did not want to take anything slow any more. He wanted her right then. One hand reached up to her hair and pulled it out of the bun she had up. He felt it fall loose and knew it fell down around her shoulder and back, just the way he liked it. This allowed him to tangle up her hair in his hands and pull her closer to deepen the kiss. With his other hand, he ran it down her back to allow him and pulled her body closer to him. He felt her body attempt to use this as a chance to wrap her legs around his waist. He picked her up and pushed her up against the nearest wall.
Their kisses became more heated and intense. Her arms where wrapped around his shoulders and one hand was tangled in his silver hair to hold him in place. He tugged on her hair, forcing her head to tilt back, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss her down her neck. When he reached her chest, he noticed that there was a barrier to him getting exactly what he wanted. He ran his hands down her side and jerked the green tank top she was wearing off. He stared at her. She was breathing deep from the kisses and this made her full breast move up and down in response to her breathing. He looked her right in her eyes and saw the response that he had been craving clearly written in them. Her eyes had turned a deeper, darker shade of green. This was always a true sign of lust for her. As he told her once in Paris, those where her "come fuck me" eyes. As much as he saw the need written in her eyes, something still held him back. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear her tell him from her own mouth exactly what she wanted. He leaned in close to her face and kind of nuzzled it, wanting to kiss her so bad but refusing.
She knew exactly what he wanted. He needed to hear her tell him what to do. He needed to know that this is what she wanted too. She leaned in closer to capture his lips in a soft, sweet kiss. She pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes. "I need you Jethro."
Her words rang in his ears. She didn't say that she wanted him, she said she needed him. He knew there was a big difference between want and need with her. The truth of the matter was he needed her too. He needed to feel her move against him. He needed to listen her moans and know that he was the one doing this to her. He needed to be inside of her and hear her scream his name when he pushed her over the edge. More than anything, he needed them to be like they were in Paris, in love. He leaned in and kissed her again. He moved the hand that he had placed on her lower back up to the clasp on her bra and unsnapped it. He pulled away and watched as she leaned back against the wall. He ran his hands up her arms to the straps and pulled them down her arms, leaving her totally exposed to him. The sight of her made his mouth go dry causing him involuntarily lick his lips to give him moisture back.
The way he was looking at her made her feel like there were a thousand butterflies in her stomach. She used his momentary distraction as a chance for her to remove some more of his clothes. She looked him right in the eyes as she ran her perfectly manicured nails down his chest, abs, and ending his pants. She went for the buckle on his belt and pulled it out of the loops. Then she unbuttoned his pants.
The feeling of her running her hands down his body drove him out of his mind. When her hand moved from the button on his pants to the bulge there, all the self control that he had went out the window. He pressed his body against hers and captured her lips with a forceful kiss. He trailed his lips from her lips, down her jaw, to her neck. He found the spot there that always drove her crazy. This made her move her hands from the front of his pants to his back, where she clawed at him. He started trailing his lips down her chest to her breast.
Her hands wove into his hair, holding him in place once he reached where she wanted him. The feeling of his mouth teasing her was making her go out of her mind. She arched her head back, which made her lower body shift forward and press closer to him. She could feel his lower area pressed against her and knew he wouldn't be able to keep this foreplay up much longer.
He took her right breast in his mouth. He felt her tighten her grip on his hair to hold him in place. He heard her breathing increase. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. The way she looked right now turned him on more than anything in his life. Her head was arched back, one of her hands was placed above her head, her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and she was biting on her lower lip to keep from screaming out. He wanted to hear her lose control, scream out his name and he knew exactly how to make her do it. He skimmed his hands down her side and down to her thigh to the hem of her skirt. He pushed it up her legs slowly and bunched it around her waist. He switched sides to her other breast and rested his hands on her hips. He looked up at her again and saw that she was being to lose control. Her breathing was now coming in short gasps and her mouth was open in an attempt to get the oxygen she needed. He also heard her softly moan out. He almost had her exactly where he wanted her. He stopped giving her breast attention and moved back up her neck to her ear where he started nibbling on it the way she liked. He moved one hand from her hip to her center that was covered by her silk panties and gently rubbed her. He whispered in a husky voice "You are so wet Jen".
This is what broke her. She could not hold anything back anymore. "Oh God! Yes Jethro!" She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him back to her lips. She kissed him urgently. She wanted him so bad she couldn't stand it. She ran her hands down his body, trying to get to the zipper on his pants. Right when she reached it, the loud sound of a cell phone interrupted them. She pulled back from him and tried to gain control of her breathing. In between pants she said. "Is… that… yours… or… mine?"
Jethro was finding it hard to get control of his breaths too. "It's mine. Ignore it." He kisses her on the lips again and moves down her neck.
"It might be important."
"Not as important as what I'm doing now."
She stops him and looks him right in the eyes. "Rule Number 3."
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the cell. "This had better be damn good."
"Hey Boss. Just thought I would let you know that there is someone here that has some information you might like."
"On Ari?"
"Yeah."
"Be right there." He hung up the phone and looked Jen in the eyes. "I'm…"
She cut him off before he could finish. "Please don't apologize. It's a sign of weakness." She unwrapped her legs from around his waist and slowly stepped to the floor. She pulled out of his arms and looked for her clothes. She found her bra first and put it on. "I understand. This case is important to you. You need to find proof that Ari killed your agent. Going back to the agency and talking to this person might lead you to that proof." She picked up her shirt and pulled it back on.
Jethro noticed a change in her. It was almost like she was trying to hide from what they were about to do. He knew that if he wanted this relationship to continue he had to stop her train of thought. He grabbed a hold of her arm to stop her. "What we were about to do is important to and I hate that we had to stop."
"Jethro…"
He stopped what she was about to say by placing two fingers against her lips. "This is just put on hold. We are going to go back to the agency and I'm going to talk to who ever is there. We are going to get some work done and when we both are done for the night, we are going to pick back up right where we left off. Do you understand?" She nodded yes to him. "Good." He leaned in a kissed her gently. "Now we need to finish getting dressed and head back." They finished dressing in silence. As he pulled on his sports coat, he watched her finish pulling her hair up in the bun it was in before. He took her hand and led her up the stairs to the car. He opened the door for her but stopped her before she got in. He tilted her face up to him and ran his thumb gently across her lips. "You don't have any idea how much I still want you. There will not be any interruptions tonight." He leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips. When he felt the kiss getting too passionate, he pulled back from her and helped her get into the car. After closing her door, he went to the drive side, got in and sped off back to the agency.
Unknown to him, someone had been watching the exchange in his driveway from the house across the road. The person placed his binoculars down and pulled out a cigarette. "Well, well Agent Gibbs. Someone new I can use to torture you."