A/N: I saw this episode recently and couldn't resist...
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of NCIS.

'Did ya come alone?' Was the first thing Abby asked when Leroy Jethro Gibbs strode into the evidence garage, coffee in hand. Gibbs felt it unnecessary to answer verbally, so he merely continued to glare at her expectantly. Abby peered 'round him, as if she expected Dinozzo or McGee to be hiding behind. Once satisfied that they were not, Abby let out a breath. Gibbs simply raised his eyebrows at her.

'Ok, here's the thing,' she was wearing a strangely guilty look, 'when I was going through the director's car, I found these in the glove compartment…' Abby held up an evidence bad, but that was not the interesting part, what was interesting, was the contents of said bag. A pair of pink, lacy panties. Gibbs eyebrows continued in their ascents towards his hairline.

'I don't know what I should go with them; I couldn't break the chain of evidence-that's illegal, but I'm pretty sure that the Director doesn't want her, um, personal business on an inventory log for the entire federal government to see!'
'Well, why don't you ask the director, Abbs?' Gibbs's voice was neutral, cynical.
'I am not having that conversation. But you could!'Abby suddenly thrust the bag at Gibbs. 'Here. You go ask her what to do with them!' The innocent tone in which she made this suggestion didn't fool Gibbs, and he set his mouth in a thin line-he certainly didn't want to be subjected to that particular conversation either; on the other hand, it might be fun to watch Jenny squirm. After glaring at Abby for a good ten seconds more, he snatched the bag out of her hand and stuffed it in his pocket. Abby looked relieved: 'Haaa, okay, now that I've dealt with that: I found a blood spatter on the windscreen of the SUV, but although a blood spatter can travel a few meters, this one is too far away to be Try Webster's…'

'Good morn-Agent Gibbs, you can't go in there!" Cynthia tried her upmost to be forceful, but it just wasn't in her nature; and 'Agent Gibbs' stormed right passed her as usual. Knowing this was inevitable, she simply sighed and got back to work as the door to the director's office slammed.

Fornell looked up from his seat in front of the director's desk, amusement in his eyes. Jenny, however, greeted him with a strained expression. 'Agent Gibbs, I am in a meeting.' She informed him as if that much was not obvious. Gibbs couldn't help but smirk.

'Got something.' When she didn't look like she was going to move he said ''Bout the case.' The words were loaded with meaning, and Jenny's curiosity got the best of her so she took the bait:
'Well?'
'Agent Fornell…'
'He's been read into the case, Jethro; what do you have?' Her tone was dangerous, like she might explode at any moment, and Gibbs would have to scrape her off the walls.
'Abby found something in your car…' he trailed off, not sure whether he should be so mean as to let her let Fornell see what was in his pocket. She made up his mind for him.
'Agent Gibbs,' her voice was getting higher with every word 'WHAT DID ABBY FIND!'

He smirked, drawing it out just a tiny bit longer than was strictly necessary. Slowly, he pulled out the contents of his left pocket, the folded evidence bag. Impatiently, Jenny took it from him and unfolded it. 'Abby wasn't sure what she should do with them.' Jethro tried hard not to laugh at the look that graced the Director's face as she realized what exactly was in the bag. Mortified humiliation.

Jennifer Sheppard was the first women, and the youngest person to be in charge of a federal agency. She should be able to handle a situation like this with stiff professionalism. Or so she tried to tell herself. Apparently, her cheeks didn't agree, and promptly turned scarlet.

She'd forgotten she had left those in there. Jenny stared at Gibbs, her green eyes wide with pure horror. 'You been busy, Jen?' He couldn't help but tease her, just a little. Fornell was currently craning his neck to try and see what was in her hand.

Right then, Gibbs's team walked in. Dinozzo being Dinozzo was quick to point out the situation, before Jenny stuffed the bag into her pocket and tried to muster what little dignity hadn't fallen out of her ears. 'Agent Dinozzo, wipe that idiotic grin off of your face, and tell me why you're here.' She demanded. There was a strained silence, in which he tried to pull himself together. Tony announced his success by clearing his throat, and said: 'The blood spatter Abby found belongs to the driver.'
'Tell her nice work, and Agent Gibbs, while you're doing that, tell her to take my, um,' she struggled to find a word 'personal effects from my car off of the list.'
Gibbs smiled outright. 'Of course, Di-rect-or.' This was way too placating of a tone for Jenny's taste, but she let him go anyways, his team in tow, too degraded to stop him.

Thankful for the quiet they left behind, Jen let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, until 'Correct me if I am very much mistaken, Director, but isn't taking evidence off the log illegal?' Jenny whirled round to glare at Fornell who looked way to at home, sprawled in one of her office chairs, grinning; apparently having caught on.

A few hours later, the team was in Abby's lab. 'Sooooo, what was in the Director's car Abby?' Tony drawled.
'Nothing much; just some CD's and one of those fluffy dice thingies that hang from the rear-view mirror.' She narrowed her eyes at him. Why d'you wanna know?' Tony assumed a wide-eyed expression.
'No reason.'
'We heard her tell Gibbs to tell you to take something off the log.' McGee put in. Abby suddenly realized what they were talking about.
'Oh, that. I can't tell you.' She was immediately met with a string of protests, and offers of various amounts of Caf-pow! in exchange for information. It was Tony's offer of a Caf-pow! a day for a week that broke her.

'Okay, okay, but you can't tell anybody, ever.' She fixed them with a glare until she had a pinky swear from everyone in the room. 'In her glove compartment I found a pair of pink, lacy, panties.'

McGee's ears turned red,Tony's eye's glazed over and took on a faraway look; and Ziva looked away, smirking. She had told Jenny to stop doing it in her car.

So...what's the verdict?