The door to her office flew open with a pronounced bang and slammed into the opposing wall, admitting the silver-haired bane of her existence.
Jenny Shepard barely looked up from her paperwork as she sighed heavily, flicking her glasses down her nose slightly. "And here I thought you were back to treating my door as a door."
"Cynthia wouldn't let me in."
That warranted a full look. Green eyes met blue as she smiled faintly and nodded. "I know."
His eyes narrowed. "Did you order her not to let me in?"
She bit back a smirk, dipping her gaze to the open file again. "Order is such a strong word…advocated with great vehemence is more like it."
"Vehemence?"
"You really do need a dictionary, Jethro."
"Why did you tell Cynthia not to let me in?"
Her lips twitched slightly. "In my defense, I told her not to let anyone in."
"You're avoiding the question."
"You're annoying me.
"Still avoiding."
"And you're still annoying."
He dragged up one of the chairs surrounding her conference table, flopping down as he regarded her coolly over the desk. "I can sit here all day."
"So can I." She ignored him calmly, pen flowing lines of neat script across the paperwork littering the desktop.
He lasted all of five minutes. "Why did you tell her not to let me in?"
Green eyes flicked up, an impish gleam in their depths. Jenny slowly set her pen down, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She smirked. "I was masturbating, Jethro."
Thank for this one. Or, well, thank the fact that I cleaned out my car and found my old flash drive and then sent this little snippet to A on tumblr, which prompted a few dirty jokes and what you see here.
No, this doesn't mean I'm getting back into writing NCIS.
Anyways, hope you like it. And the last three or so lines are alllllll A's fault. And totally her suggestion.