A/N: This is a bit AU, I suppose. 'Leena' is my Jibbs baby. Not the same one as in Two Of Hearts.
She hated being fussed over, but most of all, she hated when Jethro fussed over her, because he just didn't quit. It always turned into a fight, but then again, nearly everything turned into a fight with them nowadays. They were just naturally a violent and angry pair.
"Dammit, Jethro!" She glared when he ignored her and kicked out at him. He just squeezed her leg pointedly and continued to clean her wound. Jenny groaned and hit the heel of her hand on her forehead multiple times.
"You're going to give yourself a concussion."
"And you are going to give me an ulcer."
"The doctor can take care of that, too," he said as he stood up, offering his hand to help her. "Don't put any weight on it. Here, put your arms around my neck."
Jenny smacked his hand away and glared at him. "I don't need a doctor!"
"How do you know? Are you a doctor?"
She glared at him icily, "No." She was obviously recognizing defeat, because if Jethro really wanted her to go to the hospital, he'd put a rag drenched in chloroform over her nose and mouth until she was knocked out, and then proceed to drag her in.
"Then be quiet, Jen."
She grumbled and held her arms up, letting him wrap them around his neck and lift her. "Watch your leg," he muttered in her ear as she wrapped them around his waist. She was pouting as she rested her head on his shoulder, and he carried her to the car.
"Stop pouting." She chose to pull his hair instead. "Hey!"
"Make me," Jen stated childishly, cutting her eyes at him.
"Don't tempt me."
At this, she raised her head and looked him in the eyes squarely, both eyebrows up. He smirked and inched his hand closer to her ass, stopping a few steps away from the car. Jen pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side, challenging him.
"I'm good at causing a scene."
He glared, "You wouldn't."
"Well if you're going to force me into going to the hospital, I don't see why I shouldn't get payback. And besides, molesting the handicapped is hardly appropriate."
"That cut is six inches long and just as deep! It needs stitches!"
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does n-"
He kissed her squarely, effectively silencing the immature argument they'd begun. When he pulled back she rested her forehead against his, eyes nearly closed. "Does too," she murmured in agreement and he smirked triumphantly, settling her in the front seat before walking around to the driver's side. The drive was silent for a while until..
"You're sleeping in Leena's room tonight."
"What?!"