A/N: Okay, so, this seems to be the only pairing I can ever write for, even though I barely watch NCIS anymore. Sigh.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own NCIS. I wouldn't have a three-year-old phone if I owned NCIS. Jenny would still be alive if I owned NCIS.

Jennifer Shepherd enjoyed dancing, far more than she would ever let on.

Ballet, tap, jazz, she had done it all as a child. She could still recall the bright stage lights shining on her as she twisted and twirled across the stage. As a teenager, those kinds of dances were joined with different ones. Two hesitant hands were placed on her slender hips, her own arms were flung around the lanky boy's neck and she and her partner spun around in a small circle at their first school dance.

The dancing stopped after her father had died. He was the one who had gotten Jenny involved in dance, and his death was enough to make her spontaneously loose all of her love for it. Instead, she became more focused on her schooling than ever.

And then she graduated high school, and then she graduated college.

And then, before she even knew it, she was in Paris on her first undercover assignment for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.

And then, unwillingly at first, she began dancing again.

It had, of course, started off as her simply doing her job. She and Jethro were undercover as husband and wife. A very rich, very privileged husband and wife who had, of course, been invited to a Christmas Ball for very rich, very privileged husbands and wives.

She didn't realize until they were en route to the ball that it would be required of her to dance. She had protested adamantly, but he had insisted. They had to keep up their (fake) appearances, after all.

They arrived just in time for the first dance, and Jenny was nearly dragged on to the dance floor by her partner. Before she knew it his arms were wrapped around her and hers were around him and his electrifying blue eyes were looking straight into her green ones and she could barely even breathe because his proximity had intoxicated her so.

It was then that she decided that maybe, just maybe, dancing wasn't so bad.

At least, not when it was with him.