A/N: Okay, I'm back :) I wrote this on Christmas and I've been too lazy to post. Kind of AU. Jenny is still alive (well, duh! This is a Jibbs fic! And she's alive in all of my Jibbs fics... I don't know where I'm going with this) and she and Gibbs are supposedly dating. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! :)
P.S. I'm thinking of writing a few more chapters. This kind of took a life of its own after I had a very basic outline. So... Yeah, I'm thinking of doing 1-3 more chapters!
Disclaimer: Well, Christmas has come and gone. And under the tree was everything I wanted, excerpt for the rights to NCIS. So that means I don't own it :(
They're dating, right?
"THAT'S IT AGENT GIBBS. OUT. OF. MY. OFFICE. I AM THE DIRECTOR OF THIS AGENCY. NOT YOU. SO DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME HOW TO RUN THIS AGENCY. OUT. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT MY LEADERSHIP SKILLS." Jennifer Shepard, first female director of an armed federal agency, screamed at Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of NCIS.
They had fought a lot more recently, as the whole building knew. This was their third screaming match this week. And Gibbs did just what he did those other two days after their fights, he walked out of her office, stomped down the steps, passed the bullpen and muttered "Goin' for coffee".
After Gibbs was safely in the elevator heading towards the ground floor, Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo got out of his chair, looked around, then said, "So what do you think that fight was about today? They've been fighting an awful lot lately. Do you think it's all that sexual tension pent up screaming "LET ME OUTT!", or do you think Gibbs is just trying to push the director's buttons at the office just so they can have steamy, hot make-up sex at home?"
Special Agent Ziva David, former Mossad Assassin, turned to her juvenile coworker with a look of disgust, "Tony, it is none of our business whether Director Shepard and Gibbs are sleeping with each other or not. Why does it matter anyway? I don't see the big deal you're making about this. But yes, I have noticed them fighting a lot more recently."
Tony smiled triumphantly at the last part.
"Uhmm... Guy..guys..." Tim McGee spoke up timidly.
"Yes, Probalicious?" Tony teased.
"Did you notice how Gibbs has been walking in with two coffee cups every morning? And how he always goes up to the director's office? Even the day after one of their big fights"
"No, I did not notice that McGeek."
Ziva laughed, "Oh please Tony, like you would notice. You aren't even here before Gibbs. But to answer your question McGee, yes, I have noticed that. I did not think anything of it though. And Gibbs has not seemed like his down-stomped self lately."
Tony and McGee gave Ziva curious looks. "Oh. It's trotted. Downtrotted. And Gibbs isn't really downtrodden. He's more... What's the word... Curt. He's more curt and reserved. So, guys, do you think Gibbs and the director are having a secret relationship? OHHHHH! Maybe they're more than friends but less than girlfriends/boyfriends. Maybe they're friends with benefits. Like the movie. But that was terrible. I didn't like Justin Timberlake in it. He just didn't really suit Mila Kunis. I mean, come on! That woman is hot. With a capital H. I think.."
"TONY. SHUT UP!"
Somewhere not far away, a secret phone conversation was happening.
"So, do you think they'll by it?" Said the quiet whispered voice.
"It should keep them off our tail for a while. I'll make sure it goes down this week. I don't need them asking anymore questions. Leave them up to me. You handle the details. The where, when, and who," the husky voice replied on the other end.
"SHUT UP TONY!" Was the first thing Gibbs heard as he stepped off of the elevator. Rounding the corner, Gibbs smacked Tony on the back of the head.
"Mmm, thanks boss," Tony replied.
"Dead marine. Gear up. DiNozzo, gas the car."
"On it boss," Tony replied while grabbing his gear.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was looking over the body of a female Petty Officer stabbed 5 times. "Gibbs," he grunted. He looked around and took a few steps away from the team.
"Oh, uh, hey. How are you? Yeah, I had a good time too. Maybe if you aren't busy you'll have dinner with me? Yeah I am. It's okay. You will? Great! How about Polenta, 7 pm Thursday? I can't wait to see you. Bye." Gibbs slammed his phone shut and glared at Tony, "Something wrong with my face DiNozzo?"
"No boss."
"Then get back to work!"
"On it boss."
"Okay. Something is up with the boss. I think he has a hot date on Thursday! I overheard him talking to some woman and he sounded veryyyyy interested. Probie, Ziva, what are you guys doing Thursday night?" Tony was saying after they got back and Gibbs was on yet another coffee run.
"Tony, I am not getting involved in this. If you want someone to help spy ask Abby. I am sure she would not mind. Well, she wouldn't if Gibbs was going on a date with Jenny."
"Yeah, Tony, I don't think this is a good idea." McGee said while looking up information on their vic.
"Ughh you guys are party poopers. I'm gonna go see Abby. Maybe she wants to play spy for a night."
"Hey Abbs! ABBS. ABBY!"
"What? Oh hey Tony! If you came down here for results they're not ready yet. I may be fast but I'm not that fast!" Abby said enthusiastically.
"Oh no Abbs, I came down for something else. I think Gibbs has a date on Thursday at 7 pm at Polenta. And it may or may not be with the director. I'm not too sure about that. But apparently Gibbs has brought the director coffee every morning. Even after the big fights they have. So, the question is, will you or won't you come with me to spy on Gibbs and his date Thursday night with me?"
"OHMYGOD. MOMMY AND DADDY ARE DATING?!"
"Abbs, we don't even know if it's going to be the director. But I really hope so. I have 200 bucks in different bets going on and I'd rather not loose that money."
"Oh Tony, who cares about the money? MOMMY AND DADDY MAY BE TOGETHER!"
Thursday morning:
"Wow boss. You look pretty spiffy today. Got a hot date? Maybe with an attractive redhead?" Gibbs just stared at Tony then whacks him on the back of the head.
"Thank you boss. Shutting up now boss."
Thursday night, 6:30 pm:
"Okay. That's it. You all go home. There's nothing more we can do for now," Gibbs says as he collects his badge and gun from his desk drawer.
Tony sends Ziva a pointed look and points to his watch. She checks the time on her computer and narrows her eyes at her parter.
"So what," she mouths.
"HE'S GOING ON A DATE," he mouths back.
But just as Gibbs is about to leave the bullpen when he stops and glares at Tony. "Get a life DiNozzo."
"On it boss." Ziva's eyes follow Tony as he makes his way up the stairs and to the director's office.
"Knock knock."
"Yes, Agent DiNozzo? Anything I can help you with?" Jen said, then sighed and took off her reading glasses.
"Oh, uh, I was just wondering what your plans were for tonight. You know, if you were leaving anytime soon. Or had, uhm, plans for dinner." Jenny just smirked at him.
"Are you asking me out on a date Agent DiNozzo? Because if you are that's a no. I'm your director. Anyway, I have too much to even think about getting out of here before 11."
"Oh. Okay. And for the record director, I wasn't asking you out. McGee wanted to know if you we're free." With that, Tony turns and leaves Jenny's office; a little too quickly than normal.
Thursday, 7 pm, Polenta:
"So, Jethro. How was your day?" The brunette in question asks.
"Well, now that I'm here with you, it's gotten a lot better. I just wish we could skip right to dessert," Gibbs says with a wink while reaching one hand across to grab his companion's hand.
"OHMYGOD. GIBBS IS ON A DATE WITH A WOMAN. AND NOT EVEN A REDHEADED DIRECTOR OF NCIS! SHE'S A BRUNETTE." Abby screamed at Tony.
He sighed, "I know Abbs, I tried to tell you the director wasn't coming, but, you had to see for yourself."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE THISSSSSSS! WHY ISN'T GIBBS ON A DATE WITH THE DIRECTOR. THEY BELONG TOGETHER. EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. WHY DON'T THEYYYY," Abby whined and Tony just hugged her, know that she needed time to vent.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was happy to be home. As much as he enjoyed dinner and dessert, he especially enjoyed being in the comfort of his own home. He smiled at the sight in front of him as he walked into his bedroom, clad in only an old NIS shirt of his and panties, Jenny Shepard was reading case files in bed with her damp hair tied up into a messy bun.
"Hey beautiful," Gibbs said as he went to kiss Jenny.
"Hey yourself. How was dinner? And dessert," she added with a wink.
"Dinner was great, I brought you some leftovers. And so was dessert. I ordered an extra piece of chocolate cake for you as well. I'm just sorry you weren't there enjoying dinner with me."
"I know," she replied, "but it's just not possible. Tony came into my office to see if I was leaving anytime soon at 6:30. I said I had a ton of work and wasn't getting out until at least 11. He looked disappointed. He probably lost money on one of those stupid bets of his. He probably expected me to be your date tonight."
"Oh yeah. He was fishing for information all night long. I could see his car parked across the street. I think I saw Abby with him. When I was sure they left Aubrey and I started talking about you and the agency and her field office in Chicago. I told her she was welcome to have dinner with us one night this week while she's in town. It's the least we owe her for going to Polenta's with me tonight."
She sighed contently as Gibbs placed butterfly kisses along her jaw and neck. She then found the words to ask as she was being distracted, "When should we tell the team we're engaged?"