Rewrite of How The Grinch Stole The Navy. I knew I could do better. Same story line, different wording, hopefully better. I don't own them!
Gibbs knew that Jenny didn't like to be helped. But he figured she could make an exception when there were bullets flying around their head's. He reached a hand out and grabbed Jenny's elbow. Without hesitation, she twirled herself into him and hid her face in his neck.
2 Days Earlier
"Jethro." Gibbs grunted, so Jenny kept talking.
"I need you, Ziva, Tony, and McGee on a plane in three hours." Jenny said as she slipped her glass off the bridge of her nose and stared up at him from her desk.
"Where?"
"Offutt Air Force Base."
"Air force?" Gibbs asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking in the way that always simultaneously attracted and irritated Jenny.
"One of the naval officers there just got a high profile case, and we were called in to help."
"We?"
"I was told to go too."
"What about Abby?" Gibbs asked on his way out the door.
"What about Abby?" Jenny repeated.
"She's staying here?" Gibbs asked, pausing with his hand on the door knob.
"Yes, she is. If we need her, I'll call her." Jenny responded, slipping her glasses back on and turning back to her paperwork.
"Nebraska, yes?" Ziva questioned as she stretched in her chair.
"Yes, Zee-Vah. Nebraska." Tony retorted from his own chair across the aisle.
"Okay, why are we going to Nebraska?"
"We don't know yet, Officer David," Jenny answered for Tony as she entered the bullpen carrying her briefcase and jacket. "All I know is that we are to be on a plane in two and a half hours. So go pack and meet back at the airport."
"Where are we staying, Director?" McGee asked from his chair, a little farther down the aisle.
"Hold on." Jenny riffled through her briefcase until she found a stack of papers.
"The Microtel, it's off base but it's the hotel that the base uses most often." Jenny said, still looking at the paper.
"What's the agenda for the trip? How long are we going to be there?" McGee asked as he, Tony, and Ziva stood.
"Pack for two weeks. We'll be there until the case is closed." Jenny answered as she and Gibbs walked to the elevator together.
Tony put his feet up on the seat opposite his, which happened to be Ziva's seat. Jenny and Gibbs were across the aisle, and McGee was next to Tony.
"What are we supposed to do for two weeks?" Tony asked in a slightly whiney voice as he poked Ziva's side with his sock-covered toes.
"You are going to be doing what you would be doing if you got the case in D.C., Agent DiNozzo." Jenny said without looking up from her unending supply of paperwork. Tony made a face at Ziva and poked her once more before closing his eyes and going to sleep.
"We will be landing at Offutt Air Force Base in about 5 minutes, so please prepare for landing." Tony shook the sleep out of his brain and sat up in his chair at the sound of the pilot's voice over the intercom. McGee and Ziva were putting away a game of Scrabble and Gibbs and the Director were conversing quietly, their faces so close together it looked as if they were kissing.
When the group stepped off the plane, Tony squinted into the harsh November light. It wasn't snowing, and the sun wasn't out, so why the hell was it so bright?
"It is very ugly here." Ziva stated as she stepped off the plane and onto the tarmac.
"Thank you, ma'am." A young, good-looking officer in fatigues smiled at Ziva and took her hand to help her down.
"But you are not." Ziva smiled flirtatiously at him and Tony pinched her arm as he grabbed her duffel bag.
Jenny stepped off and greeted the men that had gathered on the runway. Gibbs was standing behind her and glaring whenever anyone got too friendly with the Director. He sighed with relief when only the team got in to the town car assigned to drive them around, and no officers accompanied them.
"I would rather stay at Probie's apartment then this room." Tony whined as he tossed his bag on one of the two queen beds in the Microtel room.
"What's wrong with my place?" McGee asked as he tossed his bag on the other bed.
"Well, as of right now, nothing." Tony said as he stretched out the kink in his back sleeping on the plane had brought on.
"I don't see what the problem with either place is?" McGee questioned as he turned to face Tony.
"The décor in this room makes you look like Martha Stewart, McTasteless."
"Would you like to sleep outside, Tony?" Ziva glared as she stood in between the two beds, holding her bag.
At that moment, the Director walked in, looking mad. Her hair had started to come out of the bun it was in earlier, and her cheeks were flushed from arguing.
"The nice man at the front desk said that there were only two rooms available. You three will be in this room, Gibbs and I will be in the other room."
"Why do we get only two beds for three people?" Tony whined again.
"Would you like the other room?" Jenny glared at Tony, who backed up a step.
"How many beds does it have?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't looked yet Agent DiNozzo." Jenny said through gritted teeth.
"Then, uh no, I'll be fine here." Tony took another step back, his shins hitting the incredibly low hotel bed McGee's bags were on.
Gibbs unlocked the door of the room they had been assigned to and pushed it open with his shoulder.
"Uh oh." Gibbs said as he paused in the doorway.
"What?" Jenny pushed past him and stood in the little hallway connecting the bathroom off to the right to main room before them. The main room with only one queen size bed.
"One bed? I'm firing the travel agent when we get back." Jenny pinched the bridge of her nose; she could feel a migraine coming on and hoped she'd packed her ibuprofen.
"I guess you'll be sleeping on the floor, Jen." Gibbs smirked at her as he closed the door behind them and set their bags on the foot of the bed.
At the glare Jenny gave him, Gibbs grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and tossed it on the floor, "Better?"
"Yeah, much better." Jenny said as she dug in her purse for the bottle of aspirin.
After having dinner at the Chinese buffet next door, everyone got settled in. Tony and Ziva were in their room, mindlessly flipping through TV channels. Gibbs and Jenny were in their room, with Gibbs reading a book in the chair in the corner and Jenny doing paperwork in the bed. McGee had gone next door to the Northrop Grumman building to see if he could be of assistance to anyone.
Three hours later, McGee returned and went straight in to the room he shared with Tony and Ziva.
Tony and Ziva were in the same bed, Tony sprawled out on one side and Ziva was snoring on the other side, with her hand on her gun under the pillow and all the blankets wrapped around her. McGee changed quietly and slipped into the other bed, making a mental note to ask why Tony was only in his underwear the next morning.
Gibbs rolled over on the floor. It smelled stale with a faint trace of urine and dust. And it was hard, even for a Marine.
"Jenny?" Gibbs whispered as he rolled over again so he was on his back.
"What?" She didn't sound like she had been asleep at all, either.
"I can't sleep."
"Would you like me to go get you some milk and read you a story? Then maybe I can scare the monsters out of the closet." Jenny retorted, and he could practically hear the smirk in her voice.
"Can I sleep on the bed?"
"Excuse me?" He heard her sit up, the sheets rustling.
"It's uncomfortable down here!" He whined, knowing he sounded like Tony.
"You're a Marine, live with it." Jenny said, lying back down.
After a few minutes of silence, Jenny sat up. "Jethro?"
After a few seconds of silence, Jenny untangled herself from the covers and crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at the floor. Gibbs wasn't lying on the floor. He wasn't even in the room from what she could tell in the dark.
"Damn it, Gibbs. Where are you?" She asked, straining her eyes to see in the dark.
Jenny leaned back, resting her head against the wall behind the bed. She felt someone grab her arm and she sighed.
"Jethro, really, was that necessary?" She asked as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"I am sleeping on the bed, Jen." He responded, letting go of her arm.
"I know."
When they woke up in the morning, they tried to ignore the fact that they had been sleeping with their arms wrapped around each other and their legs tangled up.