All rightly, folks! This is going to become a place for various, small, one-shot Jibbs stuff I write. They will all be unrelated to each other. In some they won't be together, in others they will. Some will be funny, some sad, some dramatic, some ridiculous. It just depends on my Jibbs mood. None of them will probably contain any actual plot. Essentially, they are just for a quick dose of Jibbs. Moving on, since I'm sure you get it.

So here we go with the first one. I needed some Jibbs banter in my life and this is what came out. I miss these two.

"I swear to God you are the most socially inept person on this planet!" Jenny blurted out after she violently shoved her office door closed behind them.

He winced. She had practically dragged him upstairs, walking behind him, where he could feel her glare burning his back. He was positive if other people hadn't been around she may have actually pulled a gun out and pointed it at him as he walked just for extra measure.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She demanded, flinging her arms around.

He had to bite back the snarky comment that came to his mind, knowing it would only dig him deeper into her wrath. In fact, he didn't think there was anything he could say, so he shrugged.

Her eyes popped and her nose flared, and he realized his shrug was not going to suffice.

"It's not that bad," he reasoned.

If glares could kill, he'd be dropping dead right at this moment.

She cursed under her breath and turned away from him, muttering to herself as she kicked her heels off, the sharp objects flinging across the room and hitting the wall with a bang.

He turned his head slightly, looking to the door behind him, realizing this would be a good moment to escape. Her back was turned and her heel weapons were disposed of. He was about to turn when her sigh stopped him.

It would have been a stupid idea anyway. He knew she had a gun strapped on her somewhere, as well as a knife. If he had left she probably would have chased him down with both in her hands.

He watched her sit down behind her desk and put her head in her hand.

"Why? Just...why? Why do you make things so much more complicated than they need to be?" She groaned, moving her hand and looking back up at him.

His eyes darted to the floor, feeling almost guilty by how tired she suddenly looked and sounded. He tried to formulate a good response in his head, but he really wasn't good with words, especially when someone was confronting him.

He shrugged again, feeling like he was a 6-year-old being scolded by his mother.

She sighed even louder and he looked up to see her covering her face again.

"Please, can't you just play nice with others? Do you always have to piss off every single agency that ever talks to you? Don't you realize that when you demean a member of the CIA like that, that they will go to their Director, which means their Director will come to me, which means that I end up being the one who has to kiss their ass and assure them that my arrogant bastard of an agent will never do it again? I know you think I get off on kissing ass and playing politics, but I really don't, especially in situations where I shouldn't have had to in the first place."

He knew she was right. He knew he was in the wrong. Still…

"CIA started it, 's my case," he muttered.

She groaned.

"If you were as territorial with your women as you are your cases, you wouldn't have so many divorces and failed relationships," she snapped.

"Hey," he protested with a glare.

"It's true and you know it. We'd probably still be together."

"You're the one that left."

"And you let me go," she shot back. "If I had been a case, you would have come running after me, come hell or high water. You wouldn't have just given up and moved on to some other woman like you did."

He threw up his hands, not even wanting to go into that territory. They were entering truly deep waters that he didn't have patience to try and tread right now. He was honestly a little stung that she didn't realize just how much he had been hurting after she left the way she did.

"We done here?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Not remotely. You owe me and Brenner from the CIA an apology."

He glared even harder at her, despising the satisfied smirk she had. He didn't like that she had the power to order him around or punish him when he ticked her off. He didn't like that she knew just what kind of punishments to come up with. He didn't like that she could sit back and feel amused by said punishments.

He didn't like that she had the power to win.

And that was when he realized he wasn't going to let her win, not this time. Oh no. He wasn't apologizing to anybody.

"Nope," he finally said, giving her a smirk as he turned around to face the door.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

He turned the handle and went out the door with a wide grin on his face.

Cynthia gave him a suspicious look as he went out the door, clearly not trusting how amused he look.

"Special Agent Gibbs!" Jenny shouted from her office.

He chuckled to himself as he padded along the carpeted catwalk, heading towards the stairs.

He'd barely made it past the top step when he suddenly heard the sure sound of her heels walking across the carpet behind him...and walking fast.

How the hell had she managed to get up, retrieve her heels, and make it out to where he was so quickly?

His mind started to register that perhaps this hadn't been his best idea. He paused for a split second, not daring to look back, debating his options. He shouldn't have gone the stair route, he should have taken the elevator on this floor to make his escape. It was either go down the stairs and cause a scene in front of his team and everyone else, or face the inevitable where he was. He really didn't like being scorned by Jenny in front of anyone else...

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

He winced.

He wasn't sure he actually had the guts to turn around and face her, so he stayed glued to where he was, gripping the stair rail with one hand for dear life.

"Back in my office. Now."

The way she growled in such a quiet tone alerted him to the fact that he may be facing his death the minute they were behind closed doors. He grit his teeth, trying to remember the best ways to calm down Jenny. Unfortunately, the only ones he had managed to utilize successfully in Paris would not be useful now. She'd probably castrate him and have him sit through a sexual harassment course.

He felt her tug him backwards by his collar, and he grudgingly accepted his fate and followed her back. He should have known better than to be surprised after she gave him a good headslap the minute she had him trapped in her office again.

"What the hell do you think he did?" Tony whispered.

"Your guess is as good as mine," McGee answered.

Ziva chuckled.

"Whatever it was, I know the Director has been having fun," Ziva muttered, giving a slight indication with her head.

The boys eyes darted up to where she had indicated, seeing the Director up on the catwalk, a beaming smile on her face as she looked down at where Gibbs was as she headed towards MTAC.

The three of them looked back at Gibbs, where he sat on his desk, almost very literally buried in paperwork. He had folders scattered all over his desk, piled high, surrounding him. The three of them were watching from Tony's desk, all pretending to consult each other on a case. They all heard Gibbs growl at something in frustration and they all turned, facing their bodies away from him and towards the large window instead.

"It's been three days," Tony whispered. "Either he got drunk and tried to jump her, or she cashed in on some huge favor he owed her."

"Probably just pissed her off," McGee grumbled.

"Yeah, well, it's weird. The guy barely talks as it is, but he literally hasn't said a single word to any of us since he started living at his desk. And then all the Director does is tell us he's going to be busy with important paperwork for a few days so we're on our own unless a critical case comes up. It's mysterious. There's gotta be something real juicy to all of it."

"Really?"

They all cringed, each turning slowly to see their boss standing behind them beside Tony's desk.

"I'll bet that's what people say when they read about the lead agent who snapped and throttled another certain 'special' agent for no reason."

McGee and Ziva shot each other a smirk, while Tony adjusted his collar and gave a cough.

"Sorry, boss, I'll just—uh, get back to work..."

"Sounds like a damn good plan, DiNozzo," Gibbs snapped, turning to head to the elevator.

They watched as their boss stopped abruptly before he could press the button, turning slowly back to them all. McGee and Ziva stood up straight and started to head to their desks as Gibbs marched back into the bullpen, a murderous glare on his face.

"If the Director asks where I am, tell her I'm on a coffee run," he growled at them all. He glanced up, the hint of a smirk flashing across his face. "If that isn't a good enough answer for her, tell her she can take a good look up her—"

"I'm sure you don't want to finish that sentence."

They all looked up to the catwalk stairs, seeing Jenny leaning against the railing as she looked down on them all.

"Unless you feel like you don't have enough paperwork, then by all means," she said, quirking an eyebrow at him as she smirked.

They didn't miss the vicious glare he shot back at her.

"But don't worry, Special Agent Gibbs, your team will no longer need to inform me as to your whereabouts. Enjoy your coffee break."

There was silence as they all observed the silent battle between the two leaders. The tension was like fire and ice. Gibbs finally broke eye contact, glaring at his team members before he grumbled and shuffled back to elevator, jabbing the button as he muttered under his breath. The Director looked quite proud of herself as she turned to head back up the stairs.

The minute Gibbs was taken away by the elevator and they knew Jenny was back in the confines of her office, Tony piped up again.

"Yup. He got drunk and tried to jump her. Only explanation,"

Ziva rolled her eyes while McGee shook his head. Still, they'd be lying if they said they weren't starting to think Tony was on to something.

Fifteen minutes later their boss came storming back in with his cup of coffee, glaring up at the redheaded Director who was back on the catwalk awaiting his arrival.

"Socially inept my ass," he muttered, garnering curious expressions from his team.