Feb 1
"Information is the currency of democracy." - Thomas Jefferson.
Jenny Shepard inhaled the smell of coffee drifting around MTAC.
Thanks to the man sitting next to her, she now craved the drink settled in his lap. She wanted to feel the warmth of the liquid as it soothed her throat, while the sharp taste of the coffee itself would sharpen her focus. Later in her office, the smell would linger in her pores, reminding her just who would be waiting for her when she went home.
"Aren't you supposed to be running this operation, Director?" He whispered, a condescending edge to his tone she didn't hear very often.
"Bad day, Jethro?" She mocked him, not in the mood to play his games today.
"You weren't concentrating."
"You shouldn't even be here. This is classified." She reminded him, watching as he brought the cup to his lips. She resisted the sudden urge to lick her own on reflex. Or his for that matter.
"You're not starting another argument are you?"
"Considering it's been two weeks since our last one, this is an improvement."
Jethro chuckled softly, turning away from her gaze. They both knew how their last fight had ended... Considering the fact that Cynthia hadn't spoken to him since that day, there was no doubt she did too.
"I'll leave you to it, Director." He stood up, placing the cup into her hands, brushing his fingers along the back of her hand as he left. Smiling to herself, Jenny settled herself down for a long afternoon.
