It had been almost six weeks since NCIS had gotten their favorite director back. And six weeks since Gibbs had gotten the woman back in his life that he hadn't seen since Paris, but had always loved. Always.

"DiNozzo, where's Gibbs?" asked Jenny Shepard, descending the steps into the bullpen. DiNozzo shrugged his shoulders.

"Not here at the moment Madam Director, um, Jenny, but I would be happy to help you with anything you need, as Senior Field Agent," said DiNozzo, a little too eagerly, his eyes sweeping down her body, paying close attention to the low-cut blouse she was wearing.

"Careful DiNozzo," smiled Jenny. "I'm taken." Ziva laughed from across the room. Jenny pulled her cell phone out of her pants pocket. It was Friday, and she had taken advantage of the day come to the office dressed semi-casual. She pressed down the number 1 speed dial, which happened to be none other than Leroy Jethro Gibbs. When she heard him picking up, she walked away from the younger agents.

"Hey," she said with a grin.

"Hey back," Gibbs replied, obviously smiling. The two always played their games, flirting like teenagers.

"You're gone again Jethro," said Jenny, snapped out of 'lover' mode and into her boss persona.

"We don't have a case." Gibbs answered. "What are you going to do, fire me? That would mean no more—"

"We don't need to bring that up now Jethro," said Jenny, laughing. "But really, where have you gone the past couple days? Jethro, it seems like I haven't seen you in forever!"

"Jen, it'll all be worth it. I have a surprise for you." Gibbs said seriously.

"Oh?" Jenny said, raising her eyebrows.

"Not what you're thinking…" Gibbs hinted. "Something even better."

"I highly doubt that…"

"Just meet me at my house, tonight." Gibbs said.

"Was planning on it anyway," Jenny said. "But what am I supposed to tell your team?" She heard a click, indicated that he had already hung up.