"WHAT?" cried McGee and DiNozzo in unison.
"The tattoo on her left hip, 'LJG'. That's Jenny."
"LJG?" pondered McGee.
"Leroy Jethro GIBBS!" cried Tony, triumphantly, "But if she has a tattoo on her hip of his initials , ……and he has a nearly nude picture of her on his phone, surely this means they're together again?"
The cell burst into life, playing Bryan Adams 'Night to remember'.
"Lets make honey, baby, soft and tender, lets make sugar, dahlin', sweet surrender," Tony crooned.
The screen read; Jen calling. Accept. Decline.
"How much longer were you going to pry into Jethro's private life, DiNozzo?"
Tony whipped around and stared at the sight of Jenny, not three feet away, looking very pissed off. She held out her hand for the phone. Tony surrendered it. Gibbs stepped out of the elevator and stopped when he saw Tony hand Jenny the phone.
"Oh, crap," he said.
"You can say that again, mister," she snapped.
He walked into the squadroom and faced her. There was silence as she pulled the phone open. Colour rushed to her cheeks as she saw the picture, and realized all three agents had seen it.
"What the hell is that doing on there?" she hissed, and shoved the phone into his chest. He shrugged, "You looked good in it."
"Delete that damned picture, and if I ever see that again, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you'll be on the couch for a month, is that clear?"
"Yep," he muttered, looking at his shoes.
"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that?"
"I said, yes," he snapped, looking into her eyes. He waited until she had stormed up the stairs and into office until before he turned on Tony.
"Thanks a bunch, DiNozzo," he snapped, and hit him hard upside the head.
"Hey!" Tony replied, indignantly, "What was that for?"
"Taking my phone."
"You took mine!"
"You shouldn't have given it to her!"
"Umm, would you disobey a direct order from her? She is scary. Don't get all pissed at me, it's not my fault. I'm not the one with an intimate photo of Jenny as my cell background," Tony mocked.
"No, yours is an intimate photo of Abby instead," Gibbs replied, and thrust Tony's phone at him. Tony gaped like a fish. He hurriedly opened the phone and looked at the picture.
"How is that intimate? It's just Abs in her pyjamas after movie night."
"So, she sleeps in your shirt, does she? It's the expression in her eyes, DiNozzo. That is a 'come hither' glance, if ever I saw one, and I've seen plenty in my time."
"Yeah, I bet Jen practically turns your brain to mush when she does it, right?"
The vein in Gibbs' temple practically exploded, it was pulsing so violently. He hated the fact that Tony kept avoiding admitting he was with Abby by throwing him and Jen in his face. McGee and Ziva's eyes were flicking between the two of them, as if following a tennis match. He opened his mouth to start screaming at Tony, when DiNozzo's phone rang. Tony opened it and slapped it against his ear, not checking the caller id.
"DiNozzo," he answered, shortly.
"HEY HUBBY!" Abby yelled, "WHAT TIME YOU GONNA BE HOME FOR DINNER?"
