Truth or Dare
Might seem kinda random, but it was an idea that bit me and oozed out 1000 words in under 30 minutes, I knew it was something I had to write.
It was December 31 team was all at Jenny's house and had just finished a wonderful meal prepared by Jenny and her two nieces Sara and Abbi. After dinner they filed into the living room and decided to play Truth of Dare, and Jenny and Gibbs handed out glasses of bourbon to all. Sara pulled out her iPhone and began entering names, first Jenny, herself, Abbi, and so on.
The twenty year shook the phone as Tony did a small drum roll.
"Ziva!" Sara and Abbi screamed simultaneously, "Truth or Dare!" Jenny chided in with her nieces.
Ziva smirked, "Dare."
Abbi pressed the button and Sara and Jenny read, "Ziva, give the player on your left an 'auntie kiss' use lipstick and leave a print!"
Ziva shook her head and raised her hands in protest, "I would, but I'll have to use blood. I don't have any lipstick," and pretended to fret.
Abby grinned and dug into her bag, "Here you go Ziva!" And threw a tube of 'Gothic' L'Oreal lipstick to her, Jenny grinned and playfully hit Gibbs.
"I guess you'll be getting a kiss from Auntie Ziva," Abbi smirked at Gibbs.
Once the Israeli's lips were blood red (or Gothic red) she made a fuss over Gibbs, "What a cute little marine you are! You big federal agent, you," she pinched his cheeks and then planted a big one on his cheek.
"Hey, Jenny, better watch out, looks like Auntie Ziva's gonna steal your man," Tony teased, making Jenny blush. Sara and Abbi grinned.
"Ziva you get to shake it," and Sara tossed the phone to Ziva.
Ziva shook it sternly, secretly hoping it would go to Tony.
"And the winner is….. TONY!" Maybe the device was afraid of her 'mad ninja skills'.
"Truth or Dare?" Ziva, Jenny, Abbi, Abby and Sara screamed.
"Um, truth."
"Have you ever kissed a guy?" Ziva asked Tony, raising an eyebrow.
He sighed and crossed his legs, then rested his face on his hand, "Well, there was this one time with Timmy."
"WHAT?" McGee yipped.
"Oh God, you don't remember?" Tony looked heart broken, and was doing a good job at fooling the crowd.
"DiNozzo, this is not funny," McGee retorted.
"Oh, Gawd, you said I 'was the best you ever had!' How could you not remember a night like that," Tony waited then said, "No, I'm kidding. I didn't kiss Probie. But he did try to go Broke Back Mountain once on me." Ziva passed the phone to Tony.
"I'm gonna kill you one day Tony." McGee said, pissed.
Tony shook the phone, "And this award goes to the Duck-ster!" Tony stood pretended to straighten his tie, "Doctor Mallard, what is your preference tonight? Truth or Dare?"
With out hesitation Ducky replied, "I do believe I shall choose dare."
"And dare it is." Tony paused for effect, "Eskimo kiss a player of your choice, NOT IT!" Tony yelled the latter two words.
"Oh, dear, this is rather awkward. Who to choose, who to choose, Dear Jennifer, tonight you have the pleasure of an Eskimo kiss, from a Scotsman."
Jenny stood and bowed, "Ducky," she gave him her hand, "the pleasure is all mine," she teased.
He Eskimo kissed her and she laughed, "Merci!"
"De rein, mon cheri," was his reply to the redhead. Ducky reached for the phone from Tony and shook it, awaiting the game's next victim.
"Dear Jennifer, truth or dare?"
"Truth, Ducky."
"Oh, my. I think we all know who this one is, Jennifer, who is your least favorite person?"
Instantly she spat, "Leon Vance," Tony high fived her, "he couldn't have been any more rude when I was shot." After Jenny was shot in the diner, back in May, Leon had been second to arrive on scene, after Tony and Ziva.
"That bastard," Ducky growled, "the nerve of him to beat Jennifer." Jenny was semi-conscious when Vance sent Tony and Ziva out of the diner to wait for the ambulance to arrive, when he started kicking and hitting the bleeding, nearly dead Jenny.
"I'm glad Gibbs has a good shot," Ziva and Tony chimed in. Gibbs had shot him, when Vance tried to do the same thing once Jenny was in the hospital.
Warmth filled Jenny's heart, she knew all of the people in this room would die for her, if need be, and she would do the same for them in a heart beat. Gibbs wrapped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her still tender bullet wound on her shoulder, then kissed her lovingly on her lips. Her old self had died in that diner, making room for a new, loving, trusting, crazy, spastic redheaded Jenny to take its place.
She stayed at Jethro's side and got the phone.
Jenny shook it crazily, "Well, missies," what she referred to Sara and Abbi as, "it's Sara's turn."
"Ooh, fun! I pick dare, Jenny," she was the twin who was like a teenage Jenny, which, Jenny assured Sara, could be a bad thing. Sara was the crazy one, who acted before she thought.
So off Sara went, and chose dare.
"Open dare! Missy, you have to leave the room and we decide." Sara exited into the kitchen.
"I vote she has to kiss someone in a closet for three minutes, she picks," Abbi grinned.
"Yes!" Jenny, Ziva and Abby said all together.
Jenny's face glowed, "Alright, you can come back in!"
Sara walked back, towering at five foot nine and stood behind her Aunt, "what do I do, Jenny?'
"Abbi, It was your idea, tell her!" Jenny grinned.
"Don't hate me, okay fine you can, you have to go into a closet with him," she pointed to Tony, "for three minutes."
Sara flanked to Tony and sat in his lap, flirtingly walking her fingers up his Hawaiian shirt, "Lets go, big boy." She teased.
Tony tried to play grab-ass as he went, and Sara slapped him.
Tony knew this would not be a fun 3 minutes.
"Ya'll keep goin' without us," Sara yelled from the top of the stairs.
Jenny shook the phone for her neice, "The lucky winner is, Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Jenny's heart melted and she had the urge to kiss him, so she did, "I'm the one that's lucky," she whispered only loud enough for him to hear, "I love you, Jethro."
Softly he spoke to her, "I love you too, Jenny." This type of interaction between the two would have been unheard of only six months before, but things have changed, for the better in their opinion.
Jenny pulled away, "Truth or dare, Jethro?"
"Truth," he replied, and pressed a light kiss in Jenny's hair.
"Jethro, what is your best quality?" Jenny asked, not knowing where this would go. 'Would he say his keen sense to tell if a dirtbag was lying? Or would he say his boat building skills? Would it be' "you" registered in her mind, 'did he just say I was?'
"Jethro," she was flattered, finagled, in awe, "how am I your best quality?"
"Because you're mine," This made tears come to Jenny's eyes, Abbi and Abby 'aww'ed.
Gibbs gingerly took the phone and shook it.
"Abs, truth or dare?"
"Um, truth," the Goth took the phone and read the 'truth'.
"What is my best physical features, I'd have to go with my tattoos!" Instead of shaking the phone, Abby jumped up and down.
"Abbi!" Abby yelled.
The shorter, Abbi stood, "hit me with a dare!"
"Until your next turn you must look to the left of you when ever people talk to you."
Abbi looked to Abby's left ear, "DONE!"
Abbi shook her sisters phone, looked to the left of Ducky, "Ducky, truth or dare?"
"I'm going to do a dare, again, dear."
Continuing to look to the left, "Draw a face on your hand and until your next turn you must communicate with only your hand puppet," Abbi told Ducky his dare. Sara and Tony came down the stairs, Tony with a growing bruise on his cheek.
"She hit me."
"He tried to kiss me."
"We were in a closet, Sara."
"I barely know you, Tony."
"Director!"
"Aunt Jenny!" Jenny rolled her eyes; Jethro helped her to her feet. It was still slightly painful when Jenny leaned forward, like when trying to get off a couch.
"Children, children," she teased, "Tony, do not EVER kiss either on my nieces. Do I make my self clear?"
"But I didn't!"
Jenny's eyebrows raised, "Do. I. Make. My. Self. Clear? Special Agent DiNozzo?"
"Crystal, ma'am" Tony muttered, trying not to make the redhead angry.
"And Sara, please try not to hit my agents." Jenny told he niece in a much softer tone.
"Okay Jenny," Sara grinned and when Jenny turned to sit back down she stuck her tongue out at Tony.
Ducky was through drawing his little hand puppet, he took the phone and it was Jenny's turn.
He motioned and tried to tell her and it was a sight to see.
"Okay, so it's my turn. I choose truth," Ducky handed Jenny the phone, "would you rather date someone ugly and rich, or attractive and poor." Jenny sighed.
"I'll answer that one for her, she's with me." They all laughed and Gibbs shook the phone.
"McGee," Gibbs said with his arms around Jenny.
"Yesboss," McGee smiled. "I'll take the truth."
"Would you ever have plastic surgery? What would it be?"
"No boss!" McGee was adamant about not wanting plastic surgery. And it cracked Jenny up.
As the team and friends sat playing Truth or Dare Jenny saw just how lucky she was. The clock stuck midnight and Jenny shushed the crew.
"This probably seems cliché, but if you got shot four times and lived I think you'd do it too. I just wanna say, I'm so thankful you all of you. You all mean the world to me; I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Tony, Ziva thank you for all you did on May twentieth you two are the sole reason I'm here today. Abby, McGee, thank you for tracing the person who hired a hit on me; even if it was my sister. Abbi , Sara, you two are amazing I've felt so much love from you two since I woke up. Ducky, I don't think I could ever have the patience you've showed me. Thank you all." Jenny shoved herself up from the couch and got the phone and shook it.
"Jethro, it's your turn."
He took the phone from Jenny, and chose dare. It read, "I dare you to ask Jenny what's going on."
He glanced from the phone, to Jenny and back to the phone, "It says to ask you what's going on."
She was glowing with happiness, "Well, are you going to ask me?"
He took her hand, "What's going on?"
Jenny sat again and grasped both of Gibbs' hands. She placed them on her stomach before continuing.
"And Jethro, thank you for the most valuable gifts of all, thank you for loving me through all this, I know I can be a pain. Jethro, thank you for loving me again period; I love you more than my life." He started to move his hands, it was an awkward place to have your hands on your boss with all your subordinates in the room. But Jenny held them tighter and pushed them farther, "feel that? Thank you for our child."
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