"Damn it Agent Gibbs! Did you really need to piss off the F.B.I.?" The Director's voice filtered out of her open office door.
"Did you really need to hand over my case Director?" Came Gibbs's reply.
Special Agent Tony came into the office, a coffee in hand. The coffee was for his boss to soothe the savage beast before it ripped the team apart limb by limb. Their boss had been touchy since the case had been handed over. Touchy was the wrong word. Tony snorted at the thought…Gibbs had punched one of Fornell's lackeys and knocked him out cold for three hours.
"The sweet sound of our bosses' bitter bickering." Tony said cocking an ear. He took his seat behind his desk after dropping the coffee onto his boss's desk. "Why are they arguing?" Agent Timothy McGee questioned in the rare silence that could only mean they were taking a breath.
"I-My actions are not under your scrutiny." The She-Devil stuttered.
"Gibbs socked an F.B.I. agent, knocked him out cold."
"That was Gibbs?" Mossad liaison Officer Ziva David questioned raising an eyebrow as she looked up from the case-file she had in hand.
"Obviously-"Tony said gesturing to the catwalk.
"I was your boss once!" Gibbs voice interjected
"I never socked an F.B.I. agent!" The Director was firing back.
"No but you did indeed shoot that French guy and—"
"Shut up!" Snarled Gibbs's 'boss'.
"Whew, Gibbs is winning, he'll be in a good mood." Tony said relieved.
"How do you know Gibbs is winning?" Ziva countered both eyebrows being raised.
"Because he's Gibbs. Care to make a bet? Thirty bucks to winner?" Tony's suggestion was met with a curt nod from the Mossad liaison officer.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!"That was the roar that echoed through the office a moment later.
"Ha! Pay up!" Tony said sticking out his hand. Almost immediately his head shot forward. "Shutting up now boss." He said closing his hand.
Ziva kept a straight face though really all she wanted to do was laugh that Gibbs had hit Tony once again.
"I'm-umm-going to go check to see if Abby matched the fingerprints?" Tony suggested hoping to escape the Director's warpath that was sure to ensue.
Gibbs waved him off irritably, his eyes not leaving the file on his desk. She could use anything she had on him against him and he wasn't allowed to say a word about anything she did? This argument would undoubtedly be picked up again as soon as the Director had come up with something to berate him over. If he didn't know better, he'd say their favorite pastime was to butt heads. He did, however, know better and remembered his favorite pastime between them had been all the time in Europe.
Meanwhile Tony was just getting into Abby's lab when Gibbs decided to head up and apologize.
"Hey Abby." Tony said grinning lazily as he walked in.
"Hey Tony." She replied yawning a little.
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Hmmmm?" Abby questioned busy analyzing blood tests for another case. Her eye to the microscope and her concentration lacking from the late night with the nuns she missed was Tony said. "Repeat that?"
"I asked if maybe you could give us a view of the Director's office. I want to know when she'd leaving so I can hide."
"Yeah, she must be really pissed about losing that fight."
"Damn, news gets around fast."
"Hardly," Abby snorted, grinning."I could hear her screaming at him from here."
"Think she woke up the dead Petty Officer Ducky's autopsying right now?" Tony said chuckling a little at his own joke.
Abby rolled her eyes though it wasn't too bad of a joke; she'd heard worse come from his mouth. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. Five minutes and a couple of keystrokes later, Jenny's office was up on the screen…sound and all. "Ta-da!"
"You're the best Abbs." Tony assured her, turning his interest to the screen because a certain silver-haired fox had just walked in.
"Jen-I'm sorry." Gibbs said softly.
Tony's mouth popped open…his boss had broken one of his own rules?
"And pigs will fly." Jenny replied, poison dripping from every syllable.
"I shouldn't have brought up Paris."
Tony and Abby exchanged a curious look.
"You never will stop holding that over my head." The Director sighed and fiddled with the paperwork on her desk.
"Which part—the part where you shot the French guy or the part where you left me with a 'Dear John' letter?" Gibbs replied unable to curb his sharp tongue.
"The latter. I'm sorry Jethro and you know it but us staying together was not what I thought was best for me." The extra emphasis on thought caught Gibbs's attention.
Everything else caught Abby and Tony's attention "They were having an affair?" Tony whispered. Gibbs may be in the Director's office but he did have that supersonic hearing power.
"And what do you think now?" Gibbs countered.
"That I was right." Jenny forced herself to lie. She couldn't stand to admit to him how she felt and find he had no feelings even remotely close to her own. It would shatter her and she just couldn't take it.
Even though Gibbs could read her like a book, he didn't pick up on the deception. If he'd studied her face long enough to see her right eye twitch then he would have known but as is, he couldn't bring his aqua eyes to meet her emeralds.
"See you around, Jen." He mumbled and headed for the door.
"Jethro!" Before she could even take a step toward him, he disappeared through the door.
Jennifer Sheppard did the last thing she'd expected to do in her office; she cried.
Abby hit a button and the computer screen flickered and went black.
"The silver-haired fox and the boss woman? I knew they looked cute together and it would make sense since she'd a red head. She lied too about not changing her mind, her right eye twitched; Gibbs mentioned it before….." She trailed off, deep in thought.
"You know what this means, Abbs?" Tony questioned deep in his own thoughts.
"What?"
"They've been caught. And we need to get them back together. You in Abby?"
"Definitely." The Goth grinned. She was ready for a challenge.
