The Monday after the costume contest, Gibbs walked into Jenny's office and carefully locked the door behind him.
"What is it, Jethro?" she asked, looking up at him innocently.
"You know what, Jen," he said sternly. "You owe me."
"I do?" She stood up, smiling, and moved to the other side of the desk, sitting on the edge with her arms crossed.
"I did what you asked. I went to the costume contest."
"You didn't do everything I asked."
"No, I didn't. I never said I would. It was bad enough that you made Ducky wear all that makeup."
"Ducky didn't seem to mind."
"Well, I did. Besides, we still won."
"True." She paced to the other side of the room and back. "Now, Jethro, don't try to tell me you didn't enjoy it, because I won't believe you."
He started to speak, then changed his mind.
"I know you liked looking at the women in the skimpy costumes."
"I liked looking at you the best," he said with a small smile.
"I know that," she said.
"But that doesn't mean I'm letting you off the hook."
"Of course it doesn't. Now, let's make sure we are on the same page. What exactly did I promise you?"
He rolled his eyes. "You know damn well - all right. You said that if I dressed up and went to the contest with you, you would do two things. First, you would tell me what you've got Tony working on. Second, you said you would stay out of my team's cases for a week."
"And that's all?" she asked, straightening herself and moving a bit closer.
"Yes."
A little bit closer and she was definitely in his personal space. "There's nothing else you want?"
He hesitated, then said firmly, "Nothing else."
"Hmm. All right, then." She went back to her chair behind the desk and straightened a few papers.
He added, "Nothing that I would use as a bargaining tool." She looked up at him, surprised. "Only if it was your choice."
For several seconds their eyes locked, then she gazed at her desk again. "About Tony. Do you remember La Grenouille?"
"The arms dealer?"
"The illegal arms dealer."
"Yes, I do."
"Tony has been doing some undercover work for me, keeping track of him."
"Why?"
"Why? How can you ask that? He's selling weapons illegally. What other reason do you need?"
"Last time I checked, Jen, that was not part of our job description. What is his connection with the Navy?"
She kept her gaze averted. "He's suspected of murder."
"Murdering who?"
She stood up and looked at him defiantly. "Jethro, I've answered your question. And beginning right now, I will stay out of your cases for a week. I'll thank you to do the same." She sat back down and began to fill out some paperwork, completely ignoring him.
He watched her for a few minutes, then left the office.