A/N- SO these are all going to be a bunch of random one-shots leading up to this first story. (Jenny is alive- with long hair, because I hated it short- hence the Jibbs. Just to clarify- not a Gibbs/Abby story. This is a JIBBS story.) Please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes. This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so I hope you all like it! Please R&R- maybe I'll do some shout- outs next chapter.

Disclaimer: No matter how much I beg my friends, they just won't buy me the rights to NCIS. Shocking, right? :o)

Laughing (and some conveniently placed mistletoe) was improving everyone's mood.

Everyone but a certain silver-haired, blue-eyed special agent.

It was the NCIS office Christmas party, and Leroy Jethro Gibbs was sitting at his desk, brooding over the fact that he had let Abby convince him to come yet again. It was the same every year- DiNozzo would get drunk and flirt with some probie, McGee would gravitate near Abby, coming dangerously close to breaking rule #12, and Ziva would float around, being, well- being Ziva. Tony had (biggest mistake of his life) flirted with Ziva one Christmas, but that didn't end well- he almost experienced one of the 19 ways that Ziva could kill with a paperclip.

No one but his team dared to come near Gibbs. It was sort of like Rule #22, except changed due to circumstances- Never, ever, bother Gibbs at a Christmas party.

…

Meanwhile, Director Jenny Shepard was leaning on the top railing, surveying the scene below her. Her hair was swept up, half- up, half down, and she wore a red sweater dress and her trademark black pumps. Her green eyes mapped out the office, taking in the Christmas joy and general aura of Christmas spirit, which all of stopped when she came to Gibbs's desk. He was scowling at his coffee, refusing to accept that Christmas was supposed to be a happy time, not one to dig up those skeletons in his closet, and obviously wanting to leave. She smiled to herself, and muttered, "Oh, Jethro."

Just wait until he got her present.

Jenny floated down the office stairs, making her way toward Abby. Being the Director of a federal agency did have its perks, she supposed, enjoying how everyone subconsciously cleared a path for her as she made her way through the crowd.

"Abby?" she said, tapping the world's peppiest Goth on the shoulder to get her attention, "Abs- you there?"

"Director! Hi! Can I do something for you?" said Abby.

"Could you do me a favor?"

At Abby's eager nod, the redhead proceeded to whisper the said favor into Abby's ear. And at that note, the plan was set into play.

A few minutes later, Abby walked up to Gibbs. He was in the same position as before- slouched in his chair, scowling, clearly lost in thought. At the sight of her, however, he straightened his posture and softened his expression. His favorite forensic scientist could never fail to perk him up. She pecked him on the cheek, and pointed to the ceiling above her. "Mistletoe!"

"You know, Abs, you do that every year, and every year I tell you the same thing- the mistletoe is unnecessary."

The song "Jingle Bells" came on through the office speakers, and Abby grabbed Gibbs by the hand and pulled him out of his seat.

Dance? She signed, not waiting for an answer before leading him over to Ducky and Ziva, who were also dancing in an exaggerated waltz.

One "Let it Snow" and a "Frosty the Snowman" later, Gibbs made his way back to his desk, ready to get back to his coffee and return to his previous foul mood.

He sunk into his chair, spotting a rather large, brightly- colored gift wrapped present on his desk. It was heavy- maybe something techy, like McGee and Abby were always bugging him about? But McGee and Abs had already given him their gifts…

Thinking that there was really only way to find out what it was, he ripped the paper off, and picked up the small card that fell out.

It read, in the director's looping scrawl,

Dear Jethro-

Thought you might find this useful.

-Jenny

It was a dictionary.

A/N- HEHE…More Jibbs later, I promise. Review, please! I may be pretty sporadic with updates, so if I'm in hiatus for a while please don't get too mad.