Nah, still don't own NCIS...


"This is serious, Jethro." She said once she explained her dilemma.

"You believed that?" he slightly chuckled at her antics. He found it amusing that she had this crazy illusion that someone's watching them.

"Yes!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He just raised his eye brows at her.

"They're everywhere, Jethro." She had this look that was a telltale sign that she knows that she's correct and he just have to believe her. "They know everything! Me and you in DC then us in Europe. I bet that they know we're in here." She murmured seriously and glared the elevator doors.

"Who are they? The team?" He clearly didn't get it.

"No." She sighed and slumped her shoulders. "They're the fanfic writers…"

"The what writers?"

"Fanfic writers," she repeated.

"Does McGee belong –"

Her eyes widened when a thought hit her. "Oh God, I hope not. It will be easier for them to get some scoop about us."

"Scoop about us? So they're like the press?"

"Ugh! Jethro! You're such a cave man."

Well, whatever writers they are, he doesn't care because what he cares about right now is why Jenny is getting stressed by these writers.

"What did they do, Jen? Do I have to shoot them?" he asked while his deep blue eyes told her that he was serious about shooting them.

"Oh don't Jethro. Please don't." she dismissed the idea. "They are just writing stuff about us."

"Us? Why us?" he looked at her as if she had grown another head.

"I don't know but I bet they are writing something about us right now since we're here in the elevator for the last twenty minutes."

"Stuff like what?"

"You know…" she kind of blushed when she recalled the stories about them, wishing that it was all real.

"Nah, I don't know, Jen."

She didn't know how to put it. She just can't say 'Jethro someone's writing about us having sex in the elevator.' So instead, she said "Some will think that we're doing something very unprofessional in here…"

"Like?" he stepped closer to her and an idea comes into his mind at what she was telling him.

"Uh…" she wasn't sure if she should say. "Something like kissing…"

"Oh… there's nothing wrong about that, isn't it?" he took another step but this time she stepped back.

"And maybe something more than just kissing…" when, she took another step, her back collided with the wall which made her remember something. "And maybe something more like you pressing me up against the wall and I was really shocked at how detailed they are sometimes."

"Really?" his deep blue eyes showed lust as he did exactly what she said.

She didn't say anything but the very bright red on her cheeks gave him an answer.

"Well, we don't want to disappoint them, do we?" he had this smirk that makes her knees weak. She was thankful that she already looped her legs on his hips. He angled his head to kiss that sensitive part between her neck and shoulder. She felt him grinned when a moan escape from her lips. His mouth travelled from there up to the corner of her mouth. "After all, they just imagine. We're the ones who do the real deal."

He kissed her so hard right after he said that. They were so caught up with each other. A hand was tangled in the red mess while the other travelled on her body while hers were all over his chest and tousled silver hair and pulling him closer to her more. She can even feel him when she tightened her legs around him. Once the air became a necessity, they pulled back but their faces were still so close to each other to the point that their noses were touching. Her emerald greens looked deeply into his sapphire blues. "I think you have an elevator fetish, Jethro. And they know it too."


I don't know where I got this... I just typed...

-ToI