Ok so this is the first part of an already finished story, so I hope you will review it and tell me if you like it or not.
I promise that I will upload a new part every day until the last part is uploaded, and just so you know this story's rating will change, when the next part is posted. Thank you!
And thanks to Amber for doing the beta on this!
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"I hate snow!" Jen sighed and banged her head against the window.
Jethro laughed at her outburst, which was the 19th, just this hour. They were snowed in, in a mountain cottage.
The reason they where there in the first place, was due to a painful memory from their serial killer's latest victim, who had survived. The director thought it to be wise to send of two of Gibbs' four team members to collect the possible evidence. When they'd gotten to the cottage, it had already begun to snow, but they knew that they had to find the evidence if it was there. But after six straight hours of searching for evidence they didn't know what looked like, they had come up with nothing.
"I know Jen, but do you have to say it so many times?" He flipped a page in the book he was currently looking like he was reading.
"I hate snow Jethro!" she said, annoyed, and flopped down in the chair opposite Jethro's.
"20," was all Jethro said after a short silent pause.
"What?" She threw her hand up in the air.
"20!" he repeated. "That's how many times you managed to say 'I hate snow' in sixty minutes." He closed the book with a loud bang.
"You where counting? Don't you have something more constructive to do with your time?" This time she crossed her arms over her chest, and glared at him.
"Actually no, I have absolutely nothing constructive to do here, we are snowed in and it's not letting up, lucky for us we are in a friendly cottage. A cottage the owners care about and apparently visit often, since it's fully loaded with food supplies and tada…" he announced with a fanfare. Jenny looked over at him and her eyes lit up when she saw what he held in his hands.
"…Bourbon!" she finished his sentence and grabbed the bottle from him. "Couldn't you have showed me this so much earlier, then I would not have had to fall into a bad mood and create the headache that I hope will disappear very soon. In fact, from the sight of this bottle I think it's already letting go!" She smiled and almost cradled the bottle like a baby.
"You are getting worse than me Jen."
"Well, live with it. You are the reason why I'm snowed in up here." she blamed and walked towards the kitchen area.
"Me? How can it ever be my fault that Mother Nature is spilling her guts?" he immediately asked.
"You picked me instead of George or William!"
"Well you are so much better than the two of them, and more fun to be snowed in with!" he pointed out and laughed.
"I know I'm good, I put an honor into doing my job." she replied as she reappeared with two glasses and handed him one.
"I know, which is the reason I want my best agents on these cases!" he looked up and noticed she was starring down at him "What?"
She leaned in, and stopped when she was only inches from his lips. "And besides you only know half of the fun I could bring!" With that she rose, poured bourbon for both of them and went back to the chair she vacated earlier.
Jethro cleared his throat and then looked straight at her. "No I don't know it – yet!" He raised his eyebrow at her wide open eyes; she couldn't believe he had just said that! Her boss had, well made a move on her.
"What are you playing at, Jethro? Did you just encourage me to make a move on you? Or did you just make a move on me?" She smiled and tilted her head looking at him, challenging him to do something.
"Well we are going to be here awhile unless the weather suddenly clears and the Navy dares to send their chopper after us. Might as well make the most of it."
"I'm not sleeping with you!"
"That was not what I had in mind Jen, but sure if you want to get to know each other like that, well then, where?" He emptied his glass and looked at her.
"You are a bastard, do you know that?" Jen said and got up, placed a hand on her hip.
"Yep, all of my ex-wives told me that! Now can we cut the crap and just sit down and talk?"
"What do you want to talk about?" she inquired without moving a muscle.
"You, me, the past in general and of course future!" He said and went to the kitchen, only to return a few minutes later with something they could eat.
"Well I'm pretty sure that you've read my file, and you have something like a photographic memory so you already know everything about me, and I think I know all I want to know about you, so that covers both the you, the me and the past, which only leaves future!" Jen rationalized.
"I know all the professional information that's available about you, not the deep personal stuff."
"I think you are the first guy I ever met who wanted to know the deep personal stuff about a girl, and since that usually means feelings too, I need to make sure you are up for it?"
"I'm pretty sure you have something you want to know about me, so…how about I offer to be completely honest and only pass to answer one question, and the same rules go for you?"
"Fine!" Jen agreed and thought to herself at least that would pass time.
After a good ten minutes of silence, Jethro cleared his throat; Jen raised her eyes to him along with a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"So Jenny…uhm…why NCIS?" he tried to sound like that really was the question.
"Jethro be real, ask me the question you want to know. Not the question you know the answer to. You recruited me remember?" She crossed her arms in front of her.
"Fine, why don't you have a guy?"
"A guy? Like a boyfriend, I guess you where struggling with that word as much as I am, well the real guy hasn't showed up yet!" She shrugged her shoulders. "Why do you have 3 ex-wives?"
"Well as we've already covered, I'm a bastard. And I prefer to build on my boat than my marriage." He swirled the bourbon a few times. "The only marriage I ever built on ended in a way that I don't want to talk about, and that made me…well not interested!"
"But still interested enough to walk down the aisle?" Jen threw in and looked sideways at him.
"Yeah well, a man got needs!"
"You got married to get laid?" she blurted out loudly.
"Some people would say that!" He sounded like it didn't matter.
"You do know that you can get laid without having to pay alimony when it doesn't work out right?" She smirked and he caught it right away.
He crawled over her and with his presence of his body hovering over her pushed her down in the bearskin they were sitting on. "Really, are you offering?"
"No Jethro I'm not offering!" She lifted her head so her lips were almost touching his. This was one of the things besides her red hair that made him attracted to Jenny; she was not intimidated by him, she was challenging him.
He leaned back and helped her back up to a sitting position. "What a shame!" he mumbled.
"What did you say?" Jen could feel her whole body vibrate from the small encounter.
"Nothing!" He poured a new shot of bourbon for both of them, noticing the fresh red color of her cheeks; he thought he might as well keep it there. "How old where you, your first time Jen?"
"Oh Jethro that's just tacky, that's such a teenage girl question!" She laughed.
"Humor me and answer!"
"Fine, I was almost 14!" She looked towards the ceiling as to remember.
"14 years old!" he repeated almost shouting.
"Yeah, I was with my father to a function of some sort, and the hosts of this function had a 16 year old son, Phillip Mourough, he had deep brown eyes and dark brown hair, I remember." She smiled at the memory.
"But you were just a kid, Jen!"
"A kid that had grown up way to fast after her mother died. I felt I was much older and I wanted it. I remember I squeezed my eyes closed in case it hurt as much as I had heard it would, but he was so sweet and gentle. But I remember the shock I got when I saw the blood. And I was more afraid my second time than I was the first." She laughed at herself shortly.
"What did your dad say?" Jethro was still in a state of shook.
"Jethro, do you really think I told him? If I had told him I would still be locked up in my room." This time she burst out laughing. And he found himself getting lost in her melodic laughter. And he was only brought back when he noticed her hand waving in front of him. "Hey are you in there? I asked you a question?"
"Sorry I was somewhere else." She looked at him quizzically.
"When was your first time?"
"Uhm, I was 17 and she was 18, I think her name was Regina, it was at the town fair, behind the magician's tent, she said she wanted to show me something, and I was interested, she was beautiful…"
"Was she also a redhead?" she interrupted him.
"Yeah she was also red haired!" He rolled his eyes "She put her hand down my pants and I was shocked and two minutes later I was done and she told me I was lousy, and a bad kisser to top it off!" He pouted and smirked.
"Seriously?" Jen couldn't believe what she had just heard, Jethro Gibbs a bad kisser? With those lips? No that couldn't be true.
"Yep that's what she told me. But I guess she just missed out and a lot of other women got to put their hands on a great specimen of the male species."
"You are so full of yourself!" She stretched her leg and nudged his thigh, only to let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her over to him.
"What do you mean? You don't believe me?" He held her in place and she just stared up at him.
"Yes and no. I believe that you've had a lot of orgasms faked on you, and I believe that you've opened the gates to heaven for a lot of women. But to announce it like you are a gift to all women, but only for a few selected to have, that's a bit too much." She rolled her eyes and began to help herself up to a sitting position again, but he again held her in place.
"You want to be among the few selected Jen?" He wiggled his eyebrow at her.
She looked at him for a long time before she grabbed him behind the head and pulled him towards her "You want me to be?" Again she challenged him.
"You are a hard one to resist you do know that don't you?" He questioned, maybe she didn't know what she did to him every time she passed him, touched him or even looked at him.
"Yes, but you've succeeded so far!" She let go of him and rose from the floor.
TBC