A/N: This is a ficlet written by Rhiannon Asterope (.net/u/2686172/Rhiannon_Asterope). This will be the first of a series of drabbles. Based off the prompts stars and fountain. Yes, it's short.
"The stars are beautiful tonight," said Jenny.
"Not as beautiful as you," Gibbs said with a smile. Jenny looked at him and saw that his eyes were locked directly on hers. The sounds of Paris at night were like music to her ears. The soft notes of a distant fountain, the laughter of people stumbling out of nightclubs, the soft whispering of lovers in at the café tables surrounding them.
"Jethro," she said, smiling. "We are here on assignment, remember?"
"I know, but we're in Paris. Why can't we enjoy ourselves a little?" His smile widened ever so slightly as he said this, and Jenny couldn't help but smile back. Suddenly, music began playing. Jenny looked over to see a street performer playing a guitar and singing a slow ballad. She looked back to see Gibbs extending a hand toward her. "Shall we dance?" he said.
Jenny looked at him and took his hand. They rose together and began to sway softly on the pavement.