Summery: Jenny and Gibbs slip back into familiar skins when they are the only suitable agents for an undercover op, but things turn unexpectedly perfect when they go back down that now overgrown path. I guess old habits really do die hard.
A/N: Jibbs, of course. I had this idea while watching NCIS and just had to write about it.
You'll see a difference in quality between the first part and the rest. I wanted to get introductions out of the way...
Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS. If I did, there would be some big changes :)
CASE UPDATE:
Tuesday - LCDR Harrison Cooper, aged 56, found dead in alley behind 'The Flamingo', a secluded but popular club near the naval base. Cause of death determined at 20:13; died from a drug overdose.
Wednesday - Cooper's death determined as accident, not murder. Anonymous tip lead to belief that the Lieutenant Commander was organizing a drug deal at the club and
"What's that, McGeek?" Agent Dinozzo asked, peering over McGee's shoulder.
The computer-game-loving geek jumped, pausing in his typing, and sighing, exasperated. "Do you have to sneek up on me like that, Tony?"
"Why yes, Probie. I do."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm summerising the case."
"Oh, I see. To, what's the word? See the perspective of our dead guy's deal."
"Actually, no."
"Do not worry, McGee. Tony is just jealous that he has not done anything useful and you have," Ziva called across the bullpen.
"I've contributed!"
"Getting lunch does not count."
"Got anything?" The silver-haired Special Agent Gibbs chose this as the moment to butt in, holding his signature coffee in his hand as he sat down at his desk.
Tony was quick to redeem himself. "Boss, we found a chat account registered to our dead Lieutenant Commander. You know, for his age he seems to have a lot of luck with the ladies." His eyes widened slightly when his boss glared at him. "Not that you couldn't have any luck if you were-"
McGee interrupted. "Cooper and user 'TomS789' made numerous references to a current girlfriend, calling her 'Ginger', although it's general knowledge that his girlfriend was a women called Kathy Redmenn. We believe that she was part of the drug dealing."
"Okay. Bring her in."
"Uh, Boss?" McGee stood, nervous.
"Yeah?"
"We have an idea."
Gibbs stared at his agent, waiting for him to go on. He rolled his eyes. "Whats this idea?"
"Uh, right. Um..." He typed something into his computer and clicked a remote. The plasma flashed on, revealing copies of the chats. "'TomS789' has never met 'Ginger', and only knows what she looks like from these descriptions," he pointed to a long conversation, outlining briefly that Ginger is a 'thin, beautiful, and sexy' women, "and we know the two men have never met before."
"And?"
"We think," Ziva interjected, "that an undercover operation is, how do you Americans say it? The way to go."
Gibbs stared at his team. "Who would fit their description?"
Dinozzo coughed something uninterpretable and McGee and Ziva looked away, focusing anywhere but on their fearless leader.
"Gibbs!" Abby bounded in, saving the day. "Did you hear the plan?"
"No, Abs."
"What?" She looked at McGee and Tony disappointedly, eyebrows scrunched. "Guys! How can Gibbs and the Director go undercover if they don't know?"
"Wait. What?"
"You and Director. Undercover."
Jethro raised his eyebrows, his mouth forming a perfect straight line. "Have you told the Director about this plan?"
"Well... no. We were gonna leave that to you, O Fearless One."
He sighed, defeated. "Fine. But she won't like it!"
"They couldn't come up with anything better?"
"In hindsight, it's a great plan. But we're the only people in this building who fit anywhere near the descriptions."
The Director smiled slightly. "Like old times."
"Not quite."
"Yes, because I remember, in the old times, we wouldn't sit around in a club waiting."
He chuckled. "Nope. We'd be looking for a hotel room."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Head out of the bedroom, Jethro."
"You brought it up."
The doors to the office slammed open. "Ready? 'Cause I got the coolest outfits for you guys," Abby said, her usual chipper self.
"Lets get this over with."
Music blared, too loud for both their likings. A strange combination of aromas wafted around the dark, misty club, hundreds of coloured lights flashing in their eyes. Smoke, alcohol, cheap perfume; the scents mixed together in a disgustingly sweet combination.
Jethro guided Jenny Shepherd with a hand on the small of her back, a gesture that was both comfortable and territorial. They pushed through the crowds, making their way to a slightly concealed booth in the back corner of the club, the black leather gleaming as the blinking lights reflected on the shiny surface. They took their seat, placing their recently bought drinks in front of them.
Director and Agent, ex-lovers, sat in secluded silence, the loud, noisy chatter entombing them in their own little world of peace. It should have been uncomfortable, to be sitting, hand-in-hand, once again, even though that aspect of their relationship was in the past. However, they both felt a strange sense of belonging, sitting together, posing as the happy couple, in a love so strong it emanated from them. Of course, to them, they were excusing it as their cover for this mission.
Tony, who sat at the bar, could see how naturally his two bosses slipped into the role. He supposed being undercover as a married couple for months on end would do that to your relationship, but this seemed different, like there was something else. He made sure to get a good shot of them on the video camera concealed in his button.
"Tony, coming from the bathrooms," Ziva's Israeli accent echoed through his ear from his earwig. He quickly averted his gaze to the tall, slender man who, despite his body, looked like he could win a fight in ten seconds flat. His haunting appearance was enhanced by the numerous piercings and tattoos that covered the exposed parts of his skin. He made his way over to who he believed was the drug dealers he was looking for and sat opposite the pair.
"I expected to be interrupting something," he stated. "In our conversations, you said that you took every opportunity to kiss the life out of this girl, eh Ginger?"
"Tom," Jethro said calmly. "This is a business matter."
He grinned. "Well, don't let me keep you waiting. You got what I want?"
"Your package is waiting at the drop-off point. Where's my money?" The Special Agent didn't miss a beat, dusting up on his undercover skills.
"You'll get it once I have my drugs. It'll be waiting for you, all of it. You know where to find me if it's not."
Jenny nodded. "Good."
"Now, don't let me get in the way. I'd be lucky to get out before your clothes are off."
Gibbs smirked but didn't say a word. He knew what was coming next - his cover called for it. But that didn't mean he was expecting it. A simple exchange, that's all he had planned, but Tom seemed to have other plans.
Slowly, Jethro leaned closer to his boss, trying his best not to seem conspicuous. His lips brushed hers lightly as a start, his hand resting on her exposed thigh. When he heard Tom grunt and stand, hovering at their table, he knew more was expected, and so did she. Jenny wrapped a leg around his waist and kissed him hungrily, hands fisting in his hair. She tried to tell herself that it was all part of the op, that the longing she felt was all a part of her cover, and the passion he returned the kiss with was all just an act. But she couldn't kid herself any longer. She could sense the other man walking away, but didn't pull back - not yet. She had to apologise to Jethro, and she knew how much he hated them. If she broke rule six, she would never hear the end of it; after all, she was one of his oldest Probies.
She poured her feelings, her emotions, into the kiss, shivering slightly as his hand brushed up her leg and rested on her waist. Jenny knew he understood. They were always able to read each other like that, and it had never once failed them.
"He's gone," a voice echoed in their ears, and they reluctantly pulled apart. "We're apprehending him now."
They knew the plan; they had lead him to the where he thought the drugs would be, where he would be ambushed by agents. As the people in charge, they should have cared. But they didn't. They should have been out there, making sure their people were okay. But they weren't. Jenny should have been untangling her leg from his body. But she wasn't.
Instead, they sat, catching their breath, and staring into each other's eyes. They came to an unspoken agreement, that they would talk after this was all over, and would hold nothing back. Briefly nodding twice, the Director pulled away, straightening her dress and hair before pulling Jethro up to his feet. They met with Tony, who watched them with a mischievous glint in his eyes, visibly amused by his bosses display of affection that he knew they would explain as an act to solve the case, no questions. However, he could tell that there was something. He saw it in the way they so naturally melded together in a heated, passionate embrace, saw it in the way they looked at each other and how no discomfort or awkwardness passed between them. But what really gave it away for him was how they had held their position, her leg wrapped around his waist, his hands on places that was only excusable in a personal relationship, even when they were cleared. The little flag had popped up then, the light bulb had switched on. Tony knew he had to make a bet with someone over this.