Man it's been a long while since I posted here and also since the ast time I wrote a Fanfic... I hope not to be too rusty or dusty as Ziva would say XD
Anyway, I was in Jibbs withdrawn lately, and before you say it, I know it's been ages since we saw them on screen... Still, I love them, would have loved to see them together and since TPTB thought otherwise here is my little piece, I hope you like it.
P.S. I need a Beta, is there anyone aviable?
Disclaimer: Seriously? You think if I owned them Judgment Day would have happend? Please... Not mine, just playing with the characters for a bit and then I'll return them to CBS, I promise.
"Don't..." Came out a little muffled by the presence of the pillow under the face.
"I thought you were asleep!" Amusement could be heard in the tone of the voice.
"Am not." Definitely sleepy... Maybe the tiredness after the long day has made itself known.
"Well, now I know." A little snicker.
"Stop it... Please?" A resigned sigh.
"Why?" Genuine curiosity.
"Because it makes me feel like a pet." Matter of factly.
"But you're not a pet." A chuckle.
"Now you see my dilemma here." The humor was still there, just buried under layers of sleepless night because of a elusive murderer, but nonetheless there.
"You know, researches proved that pets are a great way to relieve stress." Seriousness with a hint of teasing.
"Not a pet." Statement.
"But I like it!" The pout could be heard even in the tone.
"Can't you just close your eyes and sleep?" Hope.
"Nope, so suck it up." Laughter.
An intelligible grumble that sounded suspiciously like "You'll pay for this" and then "G'Night..."
"Good night..." And a small smile of victory appeared on the lips.
He never knew why she liked so much caressing the back of his head, scraping his scalp lightly with her nails, threading her slender fingers in his short hair, so slowly, with so deliberate tenderness and caring... But as long as he could keep her close to him, with an arm thrown casually over her bare hip and a thick blanket fending off the cold December nights then he would endure it gladly.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs would get his revenge in the morning, he was already planning it while Jenny Shepard, oblivious to this, kept on going with her gentle touches on his nape and a happy sigh.
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Reviwes? C'mon stroke my ego, I know you want to!