I don't own NCIS. Thanks to fashiongirl97 for beta-ing :)
She was going to kill him. Or would that be too painless? Once they left the Senator's fancy party she was going to either maim him or severely injure him – that was for sure. Killing him would be too easy a punishment for what he was doing right now, she decided. He's playing with fire, and people who play with fire always get burned, she thought, seething in silent fury. Jenny gritted her teeth, set her shoulders, and walked slowly over to Jethro, her vision tunnel sighted and red. She was pretending to ignore how the woman leaned forward towards Jethro, and kept shoving glasses of champagne into his hands – he doesn't even like champagne! She looked carefully at the lady; she had bouncy, curly red hair and a pretty smile. The hair looks like a helmet, Jenny mused darkly. Approaching Jethro and giving him a tight smile, she turned towards the lady and introduced herself to the redheaded secretary. That woman had just been flirting with her man; there was no visible proof but it was an unspoken agreement between them, and Jenny felt furious anger towards the lady who had the nerve to try to step in on her territory. Not to mention her jealousy at Jethro, who had actually responded to the lady's flirtations. That was the main reason why he was going to suffer, terribly, tonight.
"Hello," Jenny said, putting her hand possessively on his shoulder, as if silently daring the woman to say a word about it. The lady glared at her hand for a moment, and then said in a tone dripping in fake, syrupy sweetness, "It is great to meet you, ma'am. I'm the senator's secretary, Carrie."
Jenny just stared at the lady, struck at by how plain idiotic the secretary sounded. Carrie, misinterpreting the silence, repeated the words slowly, as if talking to a baby, which was a big mistake. Jethro visibly winced as Jenny's hand tightened in a vise-like grip, her sharp manicured nails digging into his skin painfully. Jenny came out of her thoughts, which were turning homicidal, and asked in a low, dangerous voice, "I'm not stupid, and do I look like a ma'am to you?" The woman, either pretending to be very dim-witted or having a sudden death wish snapped in a sarcastic tone, "No, you look like a sir."
That was it; Jenny snapped. Reaching for the gun holstered to Jethro's hip, she pulled it out and aimed it at the lady. The lady paled, scrambling backwards away from the gun. The room grew very quiet, and everyone stared in shock at Jenny. Jethro, quickly getting up, grabbed Jenny's arm and practically dragged her back to the black limo car.
"What the heck were you thinking?" he asked, eyebrows raised in mock surprise.
"I was thinking, I'm gonna shoot the little witch! But then you had to intervene and stop me!" She replied fiercely, going for a vicious headslap. He jerked backwards quickly, but not before the hand landed a glancing blow. She glared at him, which became even more intense when she saw him laughing. Suddenly, he threw the gun in the backseat, which is where Jenny was sitting, and while he watched, a knowing grin on his face formed. From the front seat, Jenny picked it up. Realization dawned on her the moment she picked up the gun.
"The freaking gun is empty!"
He laughed hard, as Jenny realized that he had planned for this to happen. Shooting him a murderous look, she said the six words that no man ever wants to hear, and which shut Jethro up immediately.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."