She was beautiful and eye catching, he knew. She was also a pain in his backside. So why did he want to see her just as much as he dreaded the sight of those piercing eyes, the long smooth hair that made him want to reach out and- But no. He knew it, alright. He knew all to well how this felt; The initial rush....Four wives had worn wedding rings, and three of them had given up dealing with him, his job, the late nights without phone calls, and the last minute cancellations he refused to apologize for.

So it made perfect sense to sit back and admire her soft curves, as long as it was those perfectly shaped hips that were taking her out of the building and beyond his reach. But he couldn't help it- rising to the bait, intentionally provoking her and the verbal sparing. All of it because the thrill he got from one-upping her was all the thrill he could deal with right now. And he could handle that.

Until now.

Because here she was- standing in his home, refusing to back down, and denying that she wasn't here because of him. But he knew she was. He also knew there were other reasons she was here; Reasons that would make him regret what he was about to do, but the thrill of the chase was upon him. The tension had been building all day, and at one point he'd been uncertain whether he should strangle her to death or kiss her. Both would have worked to silence those devil's lips. As his eyes locked with hers, then drifted down to those beautiful lips; lips that concealed a wicked forked tongue, he knew he shouldn't.

But Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a master of rules. He knew how to make them, knew just how to bend them, and, every so often, how to obliterate them to the stars and beyond.

He knew he shouldn't.

He knew it, he really did.

But he did it anyway...