"Cynthia, what are my meetings scheduled for toady?" Jen asked striding past her assistant and into her office. After opening the door she stopped still in the door way.
"You have a meeting with the DOD at 1700 and that is all." When she glanced up from her computer she saw her boss standing, stunned in her office doorway.
"Director?" Jennifer Shepard was never shocked, something had caught her attention.
"Oh, it's nothing Cynthia, thank you." She made an attempt to enter her office than turned back to face her assistant. "You can go home, have a good evening." She closed the door before she could get a reply.
Cynthia just shrugged, what ever it was must have been only momentary.
"Jethro! What if I hadn't been alone when I came in?" She hissed at the man who was stripped down to his boxers on the couch.
"Well I think you would have some explaining to do about why there is a half dressed man in your office." He replied not glancing up from the file he was reading.
"I thought you would have left by now, don't you have work to do?" She asked sitting down at her desk.
"Well the Director has been pretty lenient with me lately. I knew you were coming back, I didn't think I needed to get dressed, just to have you undress me again when you did." With that he got up and crossed the room, he stood behind her hands on each arm of her office chair.
"Well there won't be any undressing, I have a meeting with DOD in," She looked at her watch. "About thirty minutes"
"Your right eye twitches when you lie, I heard Cynthia, and you have an hour."
"And, you have a case report due, so I suggest you go do it." She said turning her attention to anything besides him.
"Jen." He pleaded in her ear, his breath on her neck made her shiver. He grabbed and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger.
"Isn't your team wondering where you are?" She asked her head lolling back into his touch.
"We don't have a case, they can wait." He kissed her temple then down her neck.
"If you insist." She turned her chair to face him, hands grasping his forearms.
Just as he leant down to kiss her, the phone on the desk beeped.
"Yes Cynthia?" Jen said, her voice sounding annoyed. She placed one hand on Gibbs' chest and pushed him away.
"Gibbs is needed downstairs." The woman on the other side of the line answered.
"And you told me this why?" Jenny asked, wondering what exactly her assistant knew.
"So you could tell him, I can't keep playing dumb forever Director." Cynthia replied.
Jen chuckled into the receiver.
She hung up the phone. By the time she looked over to Gibbs he was already dressed.
"That girl would have made a good agent." Was all he said as he left her office.
