A/N:After strenuous deliberation, I have reached the conclusion that quality is more important then quantity.
Disclaimer: Believe me, you will know when I obtain ownership of NCIS. Jenny will be resurrected.
Jennifer Shepard was a tease. There was no other way of putting it. She knew very well the effect she had on him, but refused to acknowledge it, choosing instead to toy with him. Push him. Tempt him, all the while coyly denying everything.
Lord knows, Jethro had a thing for redheads. He always had and he always will. There was something about the colour that made him want to twist his fingers in it, and pull her close. But seeing as there was now 'no off the job', all he could do was fantasize.
Jenny knew that Jethro had a thing for redheads.
She would deliberately lead forward on conference tables, allowing her loose red curls to tumble over her shoulder, creating a curtain of crimson between her and whoever happened to be sitting next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she would notice Jethro shift slightly in his seat and glare at her.
She smiled with satisfaction.
She would purposefully pull it back into a long pony tail, taking her time with running her fingers through it as she walked passed him in the bullpen, another of those annoying politicians on her tail. Out of the corner of her eye, she would notice Jethro staring at her what he thought was surreptitiously at her retreating back.
She smiled with satisfaction.
After an argument on the catwalk, she would flick her hair round so it fanned out and tumbled down her back like a waterfall as she stormed off, leaving Jethro standing there alone, with all eyes from the bullpen looking up at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she would notice him grip the rail a little tighter, so his knuckles turned white.
She smiled with satisfaction.
Sometimes, when they were the last two left in the building, she would lean over his shoulder while he was seated at his desk, pretending to read whatever it was that was on his computer. He could feel her hair tickling his neck, and a shiver would run down his spine. Out of the corner of her eye, she would notice his icy blue orbs darken to sapphire.
She smiled with satisfaction.
Yes, Jenny was a tease, but she knew that really, he loved it. If it weren't for her teasing and her toying and her tempting, there would be nothing to keep him human. To remind him that there are other things in life, besides basements and boats and bourbon.
So...Comments? Pretty please? Also, any suggestions as to what other things with which Jen could tease him are welcomed.