AN: I know I promised Not Another One to be the next updated fic. It will be. This is a NEW fic. My First Drabble, lol. I was watching Left For Dead last night, and I just had to write this. I didn't finish until 0053, lol. But that was 3 different Points of View on slightly separate things. Oh, and Calleigh from CSI:Miami used the word 'Hinky' tonight! I like Cal, but that's Abby's word! They'd better be hinting at a crossover or I'm gonna be really pissed. Hey, I can rate this fic PG! Cool! Okay, I'm gonna stop now, before the author's note gets longer than the drabble and Spikey thinks I'm after 'it's' job. :p Love ya Spike! Review at the end please!

"What's with you and Jane Doe?"

"She's occupying my spare bedroom so I don't have to say no to you."

"Did I ask? Huh? Did I?"

He hadn't asked her. But maybe a part of her wished he had. Maybe that's why she'd lashed out at him. He'd asked everyone but her. Well, he hadn't asked Abby, but that was only because their prior relationship had allowed him in her house. And he knew Abby preferred bean bag chairs over couches.

On the other hand, it was just as well that Tony hadn't asked. Her experience with interoffice relationships in the Secret Service had taught her that. Him not asking had saved her from the inner turmoil of one of the oldest, messiest battles known: common sense versus love.

If she'd said no, her heart would have been kicking her butt for a month. If she'd said yes, Gibbs would've been the one doing the butt kicking- right out the front doors of NCIS Headquarters.

He had warned her when he'd offered her the job. Actually, the job offer and the warning were one and the same:

"If you pull that crap at NCIS, I won't give you a chance to resign."

And she believed him. But then again, Gibbs had never been a stickler for conventional rules. At least not those set by the world. He followed his own religiously.

And if Tony'd asked to stay with her, she may have broken one of Gibbs rules- which were second only to God's.

What she'd said to Tony was true. Suzanne was occupying her spare room so she wouldn't have to say no to him. Because she didn't think that she could.

He may not have asked, but her being was still fighting that immortal battle. And her common sense was about to become a casualty of war.