A/N: So, I'm a HUGE Jibbs shipper. So huge in fact that I refuse to watch season 5 episodes or episodes that show Gibbs and another woman. Like when he was with Hart, or Ryan.
But, I also believe that there's many different forms to Jenny/Gibbs. Like one form is where she comes to be director, they talk, and eventually live happily ever after. There's nothing wrong with that type of Jibbs. I personally love reading those stories when I'm in need of some good FLUFF.
Most of the time I prefer the; she comes back a total ice queen, they hash it out a few times, and in some epic showdown they eventually either kill each other, or start kissing;) Sorry, but to me the violent and turbulent relationship I'm going to try and write about seems more realistic. Taking what we know of their history into consideration. I'm also gonna add that while I know many authors have done series about them fighting it out. I didn't steal scenarios from anybody. Who can actually honestly say there aren't 50 million stories involving a miscarriage occurring, or them battling it out about Ari's death, stuff like that.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN NCIS OR (SADLY) THE CHARACTERS
Rating: T with M'ish themes. I'll warn you if the rating changes.
"Zee-Vah!" Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo hissed for what he felt to be the millionth time. She just wouldn't pay attention!
"Zee-Vah!" He hissed again, adding in a poke to the ribs for good measure. He needed her attention before Boss caught him staring, and not working.
She had to see this.
They were currently at a crime scene, in a small back alleyway, behind a sleazy bar in a bad portion of downtown D.C. They'd received a call earlier that day at around noon. Cursing their luck at being called out just before lunch, they had grabbed their gear and ran to catch up their Boss. With DiNozzo getting a head-slap for their efforts. The trip to the scene had consisted of the normal teasing, whining, movie references, death threats, and head-slaps. It was when they arrived that things started getting out of hand. First, they were greeted with the sight of a press SWARM. Usually they had a handful of press to get the latest death, stuff like that. But, on high- ranking cases they dealt with quite a bit more. Apparently Gibbs had realized that too. With a gruff order to stay in the truck, he hopped out hoping they were still undetected by the people mobbing his crime scene.
Moments later an angry Gibbs was returning from a very intense conversation with a certain red-headed Director. Who had conveniently forgotten to mention that their dead victim was in fact the well known Senator Winters, and not a Navy officer. After a few harsh words Jenny had eventually told him that the Senator was a very good family friend of the SecNav, and that yes they were taking the case as a personal favor for her boss. Knowing his penchant for hanging up without warning she quickly added that considering the F.B.I would be all over the case in a matter of minutes and that they needed to keep the case. He was given her 'permission' for a repercussion free fist fight with Fornell, IF no stray reporters got in the middle.
Back at the front a ticked off Gibbs gave the team a brief run down on what was happening. Together they exited with equipment and walked towards what Tony accurately described as a 'horde of angry beast'. Ducking under the police tape local L.E.O's set up they waited...
"McGee. Bag-and-tag."
"Ziva. Sketches."
"DiNozzo. Photograph."
After dishing out commands and watching the younger agents scurry off to their respective jobs, Gibbs turned to face the mass of bright light and angry noise. With every thing else taken care of that left him...
"Where are you going, Boss?" The question let his traitorous mouth before he could stop it.
"To handle the press, DiNozzo."
He was so frustrated. It had begun this morning, when he first arrived at the bullpen she was standing on the catwalk surveying her kingdom. After barking orders at his team to get started on left over paperwork and settling at his desk he felt her gaze boring into the back of his skull. Looking up they locked eyes, viridian green on cobalt blue. He felt the familiar spark running through him. Even after the terrible ending to their affair in Paris and the six years they spent apart, combined with the unorthodox way she came back into his life, it was a miracle he could still feel anything about her at all.
It may seem unusual to others, the way they went from being civilized (friends?), to what it seemed like people who hated each other. But, this was normal for them. They had started out friendly when she came back, ignoring their past, their attraction for each other. Then the glances became looks, the touches started to linger, pretty soon it became harder to ignore the tingling that came with the other entering a room. With that came the frustration of not being able to act on the sexual tension they both so clearly felt. God they each subconsciously wanted to so badly, but they were each scared. So they each relieved it the only way the knew how.
Fighting.
Both of them had tempers. She was one of those redhead's that were feisty, in his eyes that just increased her temper and the attraction he felt towards her tenfold. He was a badass marine with a horrible past, all that horrible heartache and gruesome memories he had only intensified the anger he was capable of. They'd known that about each other when they started out, it had contributed to one of the reasons their relationship had been so physical. In the midst of a fierce argument they'd both be so angry, at some point one of them would go at the other. Whether it was him that pinned her to the wall and took her fast and hard, or her that rode him with clawing nails and pulling hair.
If he wanted the sexual tension between them to snap, he'd have to do something that royally pissed her off...
Thinking back over his memories with Jen, he remembered all the times that had led to HER coming at HIM. One of his favorite times was when she was jealous. When Jenny was jealous she became angry, passionate, and quite possessive.
Noise faded into the background, as he became engulfed in a vivid flashback of the first time Jen had staked her claim on him.
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It was December of 1998 with Christmas being just two weeks away, and him and Jen were stationed in London for the holidays. They were currently working on a surveillance project watching for a big international arms deal that was supposed to be taking place on New Years Eve. Guess even international arms dealers didn't work on Christmas.
Chuckling at the irony, he tossed back the rest of his glass of bourbon. He was currently at the bar owned by their informant. They had by a stroke of luck managed to rent an apartment across the street that had a window perfectly positioned to see the inside of the bar. Which was where Jen was, monitoring the recording equipment and watching his six incase anything went south.
Looking down he checked his watch, 11:24 P.M. He only had to stay until 11:45 then he was free to go back to his Christmas themed 'temporary home' and his beautiful red-headed 'wife'. Momentarily distracted he let his thoughts wonder to what it'd be like to have Jen as his actual wife. He'd like to think if they ever did get married that it wouldn't end like his other two marriages, but that it'd be more like his marriage with Shannon. Pain stabbed at him at the thought of loosing his fiery Jen like he had his sweet Shannon.
Shaking himself out of the dark thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him, he heard giggles and screeches. Glancing back up to the entrance he saw four young women who looked to be in their mid-twenties enter, and judging by the bartender's (their informant) reaction of automatically pouring four different drinks they were either regulars or people involved in the trade. Just incase it was the latter his gaze scanned the women that were moving to gather their drinks. One was; short, and pixie like with her blonde spiky haircut. Moving to the left his eyes landed on a woman of medium height, with mahogany hair that tumbled down to her waist, and grayish blue eyes that were dulled by previous alcohol consumption. On to the third woman; he took notice of her raven hair with an electric blue streak through it, and her multiple piercings, even if she did look to be the most likely she wasn't carrying. The last woman was, a redhead. He took particular notice in this one out of habit, she was a pretty young woman but he noticed with distain that she looked abnormally like Diane. Besides she was nowhere near as beautiful as his Jenny.
As if sensing his gaze the redhead looked up from her drink and their eyes met. Smiling she grabbed her glass and made her way on unsteady legs to his side of the bar, with her posse following.
"Dammit", he muttered under his breath. He didn't need drunken women taking up his time before he could go 'home'. Thinking it through quickly he realized that if they were in fact regulars, he had the chance to find out more about their informant.
"Hello, handsome." Looking up he realized the redhead was now sitting on one side of him, with the blonde sitting on the barstool behind her. He didn't have to look to know that the brunette and the one with the blue streak would be on his other side.
"You wanna tell us your name." Apparently this woman spoke for the group.
"I'd like it more if you all told me your name's," he said stoically. They were drunk, if they thought he looked handsome then he wouldn't have to put effort into flirting.
"My name is Rebecca, and their names are; Emma, Alice, and Callie." All this was said with her adding in small giggles and arching her body in towards his. So, if he had this right the blonde sitting behind 'Rebecca' and taking jello shots repeatedly was named Emma, the brunette who was sitting two seats down on his left side and twirling her hair was named Callie, and the woman currently stroking his left bicep was named Alice.
"So, do we get your name now?" Alice purred softly in his ear.
"Thomas." Of course he wasn't stupid enough to give them his actual name.
"You got a last name Thomas?" Rebecca was now so close she was basically sitting in his lap. He realized if their was a chance of getting info he'd have to at least act interested in their advances.
"None you need to know." He replied, while leaning down to brush a strand of dark red hair from Rebecca's face. The whole while thinking that the wiry texture was all wrong. But, his touch had the desired effect, it was met with girlish giggles from Callie and Emma who were now paying avid attention, and breathy moans from Alice and Rebecca.
"Are you regulars here?" To hell with how cliché it sounded. Four different slurred and breathy answers were his response's.
Damn, all he was gonna get here was a lap dance and from where Alices hand was, a blow-job. So, for what felt like the millionth time that night he looked down at his watch, 11:35. He had ten more minutes of this to endure!
Minutes past where the only sounds coming from their corner of the bar was the hoarse voices of the four women. Rebecca was damn near close to humping him, with Emma (along with Callie who had decided to join in) giving him a back and shoulders rub, with Gibbs having to constantly keep Alice from ACTUALLY undoing his pants. All the while Gibbs continually sipped on his glass of bourbon, not moving (with the exception of occasionally swatting away Alice's hand).
After what felt like hours he finally extracted his arm enough to be able to check the time, 11:48. Thank God! He could've gone back three minutes ago!
"Well, ladies I better be heading home." He said, tossing back the rest of his bourbon, he stood up quickly knocking Rebecca off him in the process.
"We could come along and keep you company." Rebecca said, seemingly unfazed from her new position on the floor.
"Some how I just don't think my wife would like that." He almost laughed at how shocked the four of them seemed.
Stepping cautiously over Rebecca he walked towards the exit, not sparing a backwards glance at the women he'd left behind.
...
Stepping out onto the street he saw the little white flakes of snow before he felt the chilling winter air. Pulling his black trench coat tighter around his body, he started trudging through the cold white mush the short distance it took to reach the entrance to their building.
A minute later he was approaching the old brownstone apartment building they were currently staying in. Leaning against the stone by the intercom, he quickly scanned the street making sure no one was around before pushing their apartment's button.
"Let me in." No names were used on their missions now. It was to risky taking into consideration the considerable effort they'd put in to make a black market name for themselves under their alias.
No more than a second later he heard the click signifying he could go in. As he walked into the tiny brick lobby he was grateful for the blast of warm air that started to dry out his damp clothes. It was true that Jen and him had certainly stayed in far worse places than this. Climbing the stairs to their fourth floor apartment he thought about if Jen had seen that scene in the bar. Though he didn't want her thinking there was anything to be mad about he was curious to see what her reaction would be. Lord knows she always kept him on his toes! For all he knew she'd laugh about how the Diane look-a-like had thrown herself at him.
When he eventually reached their door he realized he'd forgotten his key when he'd left a hour ago. Knocking on the wood, there was a flash of viridian at the peephole, the door opened and a slim hand reached out to drag him inside.
...
Before he had a chance speak, he was being pushed back up against the door. Next thing he knew Jenny was flush against him, her hands digging into his scalp, and her mouth attacking his fiercely. It took no more than a second for the shock to wear off, and when it did he managed to take stock of the situation. Not that having Jenny mauling him wasn't enjoyable, but what had made her act this way? When he left she had been lazing around in her sweats, and getting ready to monitor surveillance...
His hands traveled over her curves and down to her hips, gripping her tightly he managed to extract himself from her lips.
"Jen. Why? You. Ok?" The breathtaking kiss had left him gasping. Jenny didn't even seemed fazed by his question, instead choosing to close the distance between their mouths once more. And he went willingly.
Now with his participation the kiss was becoming more and more heated. Their tongues dueling in a fierce battle for dominance. When air became crucial she broke off and managed to pant a four word sentence.
"You're. Mine. All. Mine." With that she crashed her lips back onto his in a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He felt one of her hands travel to down to cup the nape of his neck. Using the leverage she yanked him forward so he went stumbling down the hall with her.
They managed to get about halfway down the tiny hallway until she decided she needed more. Pushing him back up against the wall, she used the hand that didn't have a death grip in his hair to travel down to his shoulder blades. Slowing the intensity of the kiss, she moved her lips to nip at his jaw. Placing harsh nips against the skin, until she came to the smoothness of his neck. Where she promptly got to work marking what was HERS.
Using Jenny's current occupation to his advantage, he moved his hands up under the hem of her T-shirt, bunching up the material and kneading the soft skin. Trembling he tried to hold onto his last ounce of self-control as warm lips moved up and down his neck. Moving back up towards his jaw, she placed once last nip on his pulse point where she could feel his racing heartbeat. And that was all it took, to make him snap.
Spinning her around, he pushed her back into the wall. Before she had a chance to grasp what he had done, he was pulling her T-shirt up and over her head. He threw down the hallway, not giving a damn about where it landed, as he promptly explored the newly uncovered skin.
Not feeling particularly submissive tonight, she fought back with a low blow. Grinding her hips against his, the warm heat distracted him enough for her to gain the upper hand. She spun them back around, this time with him against the wall, and her small hands trapping his by his side. He felt her warm breath tickling his ear.
"No touching." She whispered hoarsely. Pulling back she looked him in the eye.
"Understand?" She didn't wait for his answer before she started pushing him back towards the bedroom. The only response she got was a groan and a slight nod of the head.
Tonight wasn't for his pleasure. Tonight was about her getting the thought of him and his little harem out of her head. And him knowing that he was hers.
The sound of the bedroom door slamming resonated through the small apartment with an air of finality.
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As he came out of the past, he remembered exactly what all had happened that night. She had certainly marked him, a week later and he'd still been wearing the purple bruises proudly.
A flash of red brought him back out of the reminiscing fully. Looking around and regaining his senses, he realized that the flash of red had belonged to a reporter that was trying to get his attention. Glancing swiftly to the left hand waving a microphone in his face, he didn't react in his normal way (which would be to try and shove said microphone up said reporters backside), instead he looked to see if there was a wedding ring situated there.
Smirking at the realization that there was nothing there, he knew exactly how to make Jenny jealous.
In a whirl of color's and pain DiNozzo was brought back to reality to find himself flat on his back with his partners hazel brown eyes swimming above him. It seemed the poke combined with her partners continuous antics she had finally been annoyed enough to bring the 'Super Ninja' to the point of physical action.
"What?! What, Tony is SOOOO important that you feel the need to poke me?" 'Super Ninja' David said in a tone that would reduce a grown man to tears. Every grown man except an Anthony DiNozzo on a mission. Blinking rapidly to clear his watering eye's and ignoring the sharp ache in his lower back he quickly got back on topic.
"Look over there." Since his hands were currently still pinned beneath the irate woman, he used his eyes to motion to their right.
Scanning the crowd Ziva looked for anything out of the ordinary. By the urgency noticeable in Tony's tone you would think there would be a shooter or a bomber in the crowd.
"DiNozzo I don't see anythingggggg." Why was he freaking out so badly? There was no emergencies that she could see.
"Towards the van." He was getting annoyed. How hard would it be to notice what he would constitute as a national emergency?
Her eyes looked over the press most were still straining against the crime scene tape, but a handful were looking over at the parking lot. She noticed absently that the F.B.I's vehicles were pulling out, leaving only the N.C.I.S van. Leaning to the side she could make out the beginnings of an N.C.I.S logo, from what looked to be the back of their jackets. Must be... Gibbs? Slowly he came around the tailgate of the van, with a...redhead in his arms?
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO!
Leaning against the tailgate of the van was Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs and a redheaded reporter she vaguely recognized from early, kissing? This was NOT good. First of all what was their boss doing?! Gibbs didn't do these kind of things! Like kissing in public! At a crime scene! Oh, god there was going to be at least one picture of them too! She retracted her earlier thoughts, this did classify as a national emergency. They were doomed. There was absolutely no way they could keep this from their fiery Director. And when she found out...
Slowly her gaze drifted back to the man that she was still currently pinning. Locking eyes they completed the same thought,
"No one may survive."
