Jenny had 1 hour before she was due at the Navy Yard and she'd spent the last 30 minutes running around her Georgetown place trying to do make herself look incredibly sexy in an understated way. She looked at herself in the mirror and blew her hair off her face frustrated with everything – then she realized the easiest way to do this was to treat it like a first date.
The list of obvious requirements included:
High heels – she choose her favorite Louboutin's because she knew the red lacquered sole would make her feel just that little bit sexier.
Red Lipstick – obviously they match with the Louboutin's, or that was what she was telling herself. It was easier to say that, because the other thought running through her head was that she would bet money on the fact that Gibbs would be drawn to red lipstick.
Short Black Skirt – Well this one was requested by Gibbs, it was incredibly tight and just a tiny bit too short for work, but not so short that she would be considered ready to go clubbing. It was a classy skirt, until you were distracted by the slit up the left thigh that may be considered a tiny bit too revealing.
Loose Curls in her Hair – Thank god for hair straighteners, she took advantage of hers by turning her long red hair into beautiful thick curls, relaxed and a little messy, but still beautiful. She spent a little extra time on her hair making sure the curls would stay for as long as possible.
Underwear… She should say lingerie, because she decided why not put on the best she had. She put on a deep purple set with black lace. French knickers, a bra that really was more a scrap of lace then anything else, and her favourite part, stockings with matching suspenders. The stockings as promised were the type with a black seam running up the back of the leg. It was a little vintage, and a little sexy.
Looking herself over in the mirror she felt like she could literally take on the world…or at least a slightly dodgy lawyer. The only problem with getting dressed up like this was that all the sexual energy she had inside her wanted to be released, and she was firstly spending the evening working, and secondly…. VERY single. She couldn't help but wonder what Gibbs would think of how she looked tonight, would he react to her at all. Or just look her over once and ignore her.
It annoyed her that he might just ignore her. She wanted a reaction, and almost felt like she deserved one because he had shown interest in her already. Then she remembered he was married. Stop doing this to yourself Jenny…
Walking off the elevator she held her breath waiting for some ridiculous comment from Burley, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Shepard… you scrub up good" he jokingly winked at her, and quickly looked over to see what Gibbs' reaction to her outfit would be.
"Thanks Stan" she smirked at him, knowing she looked pretty good, and feeling amazing.
She kept her eye on Gibbs as she walked over to her desk, he didn't say anything, which she considered a little awkward or perhaps a little too 'Gibbs'. Burley looked like he was about to start speaking if only to break the awkward silence, just as Decker walked in to save the day.
"Alright guys we are set to go, we should take two cars over, Burley and I will go in first and then Jenny you can go in" he paused for a minute looking over at Gibbs, "Gibbs are you thinking of going in before or after Jenny?"
"I'll go in after her, maybe give her a 5 minute head start, if you sense any trouble the boys will be nearby. That will hopefully give me the chance to get in unnoticed". Decker nodded in agreement with him.
"Alright, lets do this" Decker said throwing Burley the keys and heading towards the elevator. Gibbs picked up his gun and keys from his desk looking at Jenny he looked at her and gave her a smirk. As he walked passed her on the way to the elevator he leaned in and quietly said "You know you need to carry your service weapon tonight, do you have it in your purse?"
She noticed the boys had already moved out of sight into the elevator so she moved her lips just near his ear and whispered "It's not in my purse, but I do have my weapon on me. And I'm even following rule no.9" she pulled her head back and gave him that smirk that he just loved. He looked down her body one last time wondering where it was, and thinking he can only imagine there is one place it could be in that outfit he raised an eyebrow at her and watched her walk towards the elevator.
The boys were in place and it was time for Jenny to get to her appointment. She walked confidently up to the receptionist.
"Hi there, my name is Jenny Williams I'm here to speak with Mr Donaldson" she smiled at the young girl on reception who seemed almost too young to be working at a law firm. Perhaps she had just finished high school she thought as the girl guided her to a seat "Mr Donaldson will be with you in a moment". Jenny crossed her legs and tried to relax into the chair a little while she waited. Not even 2 minutes had passed before she saw a man a little older then herself, perhaps 30 or 32 come out to greet her.
"You must be Jenny" he smiled reaching out to shake her hand. "Come on into my office and lets discuss what you'd like to do" he had a smile that was huge but not genuine, almost like something was off. He was stressed and the day hadn't gone how he had planned perhaps – either way Jenny knew something was off.
"Thanks for seeing me so late in the day, with work it's always hard to get anything organized during the week" she smiled following him to his office. He paused and looked at his receptionist "Corrine, you can go home now, see you tomorrow" the girl looked excited and packed up her things to leave, Jenny suspected Gibbs would be in near the waiting room fairly fast to be nearby.
The meeting went well, all the usual questions were asked, or at least what she suspected were the usual questions. She'd never been married let alone divorced, so she hasn't been through the process herself – but she figured they often asked about pre-nups, assets, children and all those types of things. Jenny managed to sneak a few questions in about what her options would be if her 'husband' resisted giving her what she wanted, and was getting him to offer some solutions… nothing illegal yet, but definitely heading down the road towards illegal. So it looked like they had the right man – now to get the proof.
That's when it all happened
Three men came walking into the office, they were huge and they clearly were carrying. "Mr Donaldson, we need to have a word with you." One of the men looked at Jenny "Your meeting is over" He nodded towards the door, and she went out realizing that a gun fight with three men like that without her back up wouldn't be a good idea, but on the other hand she had strict orders not to engage at all. She walked out of the office towards the reception and Gibbs grabbed her and pulled her into a closet and held his hand to her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Jen, it's me" he felt her relax in his arms when she heard his voice. "Deck managed to get two devices in the room and we are recording the whole conversation between these guys – this could work out even better" he whispered to her. She shivered.
He realized that he had been speaking right against her neck and he smiled to himself. This was affecting her, he had pulled her into a small closet that had a photocopier and a few shelves on all three walls for stationary. It was small and she had her back against him, they were both facing the door. She knew if she turned around to face him it would be too intimate, so the safest bet was to wait out this conversation with her back to him. Now she just had to avoid thinking about how she was enjoying the feeling of leaning against his warm chest.
She was holding her breath a little… he had to have noticed her shiver when he was breathing on her neck. She was trying to talk herself into relaxing. They surely can't be in there for too much longer. But she wanted to lean back into him, she could feel the heat from his body and smell that delicious smell that he had, a mix of coffee, bourbon and sawdust that drew her into him. She just knew she shouldn't move a muscle – he was married.
He suspected that she was turned on. He never thought a women as good looking as Jenny Shepard would be attracted to him, and he could be wrong, but all the signs where there. Her breathing was faster, he could see her chest rise and fall more, similar to when she was angry – but right now he couldn't see her chest so much as her shoulders… but he knew. She seemed to be on edge – and he knew he was just one step away from putting his hand on her hip and pulling her back against his body completely.
Diane had moved out… no-one knew this yet. Their lawyers were the ones battling it all now and he just couldn't help but test out his theory. It's not like he was going to try and sleep with her, he just wanted to see if she was attracted to him. See that it wasn't just him being driven crazy.
He thought of the perfect way to tell, but it had it's risks… he figured he could blame it on a misstep if it doesn't work out. He leaned forward a little and let the stubble on his chin brush the back of her neck – and that did it, she let her head fall back and let out a nearly silent moan in the back of her throat. He almost lost his grip on reality in that moment, he felt himself harden when he knew he shouldn't and he moved his hands to her hips pulling her against him.
"God" she whispered and just leaned against him breathing heavily as his fingers tried there hardest not to run over her entire body. They just hovered over her hip-bones playing with the material at the top of her skirt, making her silently wish he would do more. She pushed her hips back against his and she could feel how turned on he was, and even though her brain was screaming at her to stop tempting fate she just couldn't help it. She ground her hips against him, taunting him… begging him to do something. One of his hands slid down to the hem of her skirt and he played with the edge for a moment, feeling the stockings under his fingertips he trailed his hand upwards just an inch at a time until he reached suspenders and he almost couldn't believe she was wearing them.
His mouth found her ear and he kept one hand sliding around the top of her thigh where the stockings ended and the suspenders began but the best thing about it was that was where her creamy skin began too. "Jen, the heels, the lipstick..." his lips were just hovering over her ear "damn thigh high stockings" he muttered as his hands became a little more confident in their movement. The second hand moving from her hip up her side just about to reach her breast.
That was when Decker came over the 'com' saying that they men had left, and that him and Jenny were now right to exit the building.
It shocked the hell out of them. They both took a moment to straighten up their clothes and figure out how they could walk out of here without ripping each others clothes of.
3 months into my new job and I wants to sleep with the boss… nice start Jenny, she thought to herself.
Well... I totally left it out there. Mostly because I can't imagine she would just go and sleep with him after working there for such a short time.
However if you want a 3rd chapter rated M of what would have gone down in that stationary closet I'll probably write it for you ;)
Hope you enjoyed my first Jibbs story. Sorry my writing needs alot of work - but hey, no time like now to practice.
