Title: AMA
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Jennifer Shepard
Rating: K+
Summary: A little "off-the-job" one-shot.
A/N: AMA = against medical advice. When you check yourself out of the hospital, after they tell you that you need to stay.
This is set sometime after "Kill Ari".
Dedicated to all of you who are caring for others, whether they be children, husbands, parents, or difficult bastard lovers like Gibbs :-D Happy Mother's Day!
"Dammit, Jen. I told you I'm fine." Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs struggled to sit up, which was difficult, as he was being straddled and held down by an equally determined red head.
"Special Agent Gibbs, you are not fine and you know it. You left the hospital AMA like you always do. But, you are not fine!"
When a wave of nausea struck, Gibbs gave up and sank back down on the bed. He was not fine, definitely dizzy and nauseated, but he would never let Jenny know it. But, of course, she knew anyway. She always seemed to know him, better than anyone else.
"See? I told you," she smirked. "If you were okay, you would have thrown me off of you by now, and been up ready to kick my a-."
"Give me a minute," growled Gibbs, "and I'll do just that."
Jen's eyes flashed darkly. "I actually have something else I'd rather you do, if you're up for it," she purred.
"I'm listening, Director."
She leaned in close and breathed in his ear, "Don't call me Director, when we're off the job."
Gibbs sucked in a breath. Her nearness was causing him to be dizzy.
"Thought there wasn't going to be any off the job," he muttered.
"There is now, Jethro," as she gently touched his lips with hers.
"Not surprised that me being bashed in the head turns you on, but why start now, Jen?"
"I realized that I could have lost you today. Life is too short."
"Aw, Jen, you do care."
"Yes, Jethro, I do. Now, shut up and kiss me again."
THE END
A/N2: What can I say? I was feeling fluffy today!