This is my first NCIS fic ever. And the first fic that has the possibility to be more than a oneshot. A warning: this is unbeta'd and I've never seen season's 1 and 2 of NCIS. I hope you all like it and if you want that I continue this, review!
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. Kinda sad isn't it?
If I continue this, I hope someone is willing to beta :-).
Chapter 1: Reunion
Director Jenny Shepard was sitting in her office finishing up some paperwork. The only light in the room was from the lamp at her desk. She sat back in her chair and sighed. It had been a long day. When she learned from Abby that it were her father's fingerprints on the bottle and the glass she told Abby to keep this between them. After that she drowned herself in her work, trying not to think about her father.
She massaged the tense muscles in her shoulder with her hand and heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" Jen wondered who was still here this late at night.
"You still here Jen?"
"Jethro, I should've know it was you who'd still be here." She smiled at him as he stepped inside.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping off a jetlag or something?" Gibbs looked at her and saw that she was surprised he didn't bring up their last conversation.
"I'm not that tired." Gibbs smiled as she yawned.
"Sure you aren't, why don't you let me take you home."
"Fine, I suppose I could use some sleep."
They walked out of her office, his hand on the small of her back as he guided her to the elevators.
They drove to the house in silence. He threw an occasional glance to his right and saw that Jen had fallen asleep against the window of the car. She didn't even wake when he pulled over at her house. He decided to carry her inside and let her sleep. Luckily she still kept her spare key in the same spot, searching in a woman's purse was something he hadn't done since his third wife. He had learned that lesson the hard way. He picked her up and carried her up to her room. He chuckeled softly, she always was a deep sleeper. Back when they were partners he used to joke about it, telling her they could shoot a gun of besides her and she'd still be sleeping. He changed her into her night clothes. He wasn't sure she'd appreciate it but it was better than letting her sleep in that business suit. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. Gibbs left her room and headed for the study to write a note saying she fell asleep and that he had put her to bed. He noticed their glasses were still on the desk but the other glass and bottle were gone. Naomi would've taken both of them. Strange. Jen said that there had been someone in the house. Maybe it was better if he stayed and made sure no one broke into the house. Just for safety.
The next morning Jenny woke up in her bed, thinking 'How did I get here? I don't remember going to bed'. She lifted the blankets and saw that she wore an old NCIS shirt, her usual sleeping outfit. She threw back the covers and left for the kitchen. From the living room she heard someone snoring. Silently she walked to the dooropening and looked inside. There was Gibbs on her couch. She entered the room and the sound of her feet on the floor woke him.
"Morning Jen, did you sleep well?"
"Good morning Jethro. Yes, I did thank you. What are you doing here?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at him, waiting for an answer.
"You fell asleep in the car last night, and I put you to bed."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Wake you up? You?" Gibbs raised his eyebrow, with a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look on his face. Jenny let a small smile escape from her lips.
"Or maybe not."
The rest of breakfast they ate in silence and together they drove back to work since Jen's car was still in the parking garage there.
They left the elevator together not noticing the looks they got from Ziva and McGee. Gibbs and the Director were talking to each other and there was no sign of a banter or fight. That's something they didn't see every day. Gibbs walked over to them and they got back to work quickly.
"Where's Dinozzo, Ziva?"
"He emailed me this morning, wrote that he was sick and had the flu."
"Fine, back to work, I need those reports from our last case soon."
The rest of the day was uneventful. Jenny was still working in her office, her assistant had brought in some more files that needed to be signed. In return Jen had asked Cynthia to get Gibbs. A few minutes later he opened the door.
"You called for me, Jen?"
"Ah Jethro, still unable to find the decency to knock?"
"Why would I, you knew I was coming anyway." They quickly slipped in to their usual banter filled conversations. Jenny decided to cut it off, as much as she liked their banters, she asked him to come to her office for another reason.
"I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me last night. God knows I wouldn't have left this chair at all."
"It's fine, Jen."
"Well, thank you anyway." She looked up at him but saw that his eyes gazed to her left. To the picture that stood on a shelf, one of a little girl being twirled around by her father. "Is that your father?"
"Yes." she answered him, she rose out of the chair and walked over to the shelf. She picked up the picture and looked at it herself. Normally she never took pictures to her office but this one was special, it was her favourite picture of her and her father.
"How come you never told me about him?"
"What is there to say. After the Gulfwar and my mother's death he changed, a lot. A year later he killed himself." She tried to keep a straight face but her eyes were filled with tears.
"You don't have to talk now, if you don't want to." Gibbs put his hand on her shoulder to give her some kind of comfort.
"Come over for dinner tonight. You told me all about Shannon and Kelly, the least I could do is tell you about my family." Jen put the pictureframe down and wipeda tear out of her eye.
"Sure, I'll meet you at the elevator at six. That way I'm sure you're not working too late, again." Gibbs smirked and walked out of her office, closing the door behind him.
They drove behind each other on the way to Jen's house. Jenny parked her car in the driveway and as she stepped out of the car she noticed that there was still a light on in her house. Gibbs parked behind her and they walked to the front door together.
"How did you get in last night anyway?"
"You spare key is still in the same place as it used to be, so I let myself in."
"You could've used my key, I had it in my purse" Jen responded as she opened the front door and let them in.
"After that thing with Diane and her purse I try to stay out of women's purses." Jenny laughed as she remembered the black eye he had for a week when he had tried to take something out Diane's purse without her knowing it was him. She had hit him with her purse without even looking behind her to see who it was. The first his was right in his eye. Not really something he wanted to relive sometime soon.
They hung up their coats and Jen saw a light on in her study and the back of the chair facing her. She moitioned for Gibbs to follow her and they entered the study, Gibbs' hand on his gun as the chair turned around to face them.
"Hello Jennybear."
Jenny was shocked, her mouth fell open and the only thing she could say was
"Dad."
"And hello to you too, Jennybear shouldn't you introduce me to the man with the gun?"
Still not really back to her normal self she started: "Jethro, this is my dad, Jasper Shepard. Dad this is Leroy Jethro Gibbs. My husband."
