His love for has been eating away at his heart. He can't stand it anymore. He knows she is the one who ended it, but he can't work alongside her when all he wants to do is pin her to a wall and moan against her and whisper I love you. He still gets hard for her, dreams of her and flashes back to Paris.
Tony and Ziva looked up as Gibbs suddenly moved. They wondered where he was going when he failed to pick up his gun and cell (though they wouldn't be surprised if he didn't take the latter). They realised when he started to rush up the stairs.
He burst past Cynthia and into the Director's Office. He slammed the door and pinned a standing Jenny against the nearest wall before she had chance to say a word.
She relaxed within an instant, melting in his arms at the feel of his breath against her, his heavy breathing and calloused fingers.
It was only like this with him.
"Is everything okay, Director?." Jen heard as she pulled at Gibbs' polo shirt, out of control with lost inhibitions.
He trailed kisses along her collarbone, (he'd unbuttoned her blouse), his hands barely leaving her body.
"Fine, Cynthia. I don't wish to be disturbed." Jen called before lifting Gibbs' head.
"Sexually frustrated, Jethro."
"I want you, Jen, only you." He whispered. "Tell me I can, please Jen." He made eye contact with her. "please."
She reached down to his jeans (to find he didn't need much encouragement), answering him as their lips met again.